And then I felt it. Her pussy gripped me fiercely as it prepared to release. Right when I knew she was ready I pulled my fingers out of her and rubbed her clit vigorously. She squirted her juices on the seat and the floor.
When she was done, I tapped her clit lightly. She flinched away from me, incredibly sensitive, and I began working to undo my belt. I yanked my pants half-way down until they were around my knees and slid off the seat. I knelt before her. My cock was at the perfect height with her pussy.
I pushed her legs apart. She was breathing heavily. She seemed surprised by how aggressive I had been. Surprised, but pleased. Her eyes were hungry as she watched me angle my cock down. I pressed it up against her, rubbing it up and down on her clit. She was so plump and pink. She inched herself closer to me. She wanted me. I could feel her desperation. She wanted me to fuck her.
I leaned into her, my cock pushing her open until the tops of my thighs were pressed against her ass. Her moans were more ragged now. She was watching me move inside her. Her hands fell to her sides, and her fingers gripped my thighs. I could feel her nails against my skin.
I pulled out slowly, leaving just the tip of my dick in her. Her hands on my thighs tried to pull me closer. I made her wait. I braced myself with my hands on the back of the seat above her. She looked beautiful beneath me. Her hair was up but falling loose. Her cheeks were flushed, and the dark eyeliner on her eyes made her look like an exotic princess. Although the lipstick had long since faded away, her lips were still tinted a darker shade of pink than usual.
"Steven," she cooed, reaching up and running a hand over my chest. Her fingers slipped between the buttons of my shirt, and she ran her nails over my skin. "I want your cum inside me."
I eased my cock back into her. I pushed until I couldn't go any further. Her hand slipped out of my shirt, and she clutched the edges of the seat. Her knuckles turned white. I began thrusting, deep and fast.
I covered her mouth again. Both of her hands wrapped around my wrist. She cried out beneath me, and I kept going. She was closing in around me again. Fuck her pussy was tight. I loved it. I needed it. It consumed me.
I drove myself into her one last time, and then I exploded, filling her up more than I ever had before. I pulled out and watched in fascination as my cum dripped out of her and onto the seat.
She stayed where she was, breathless and heavy-eyed, watching me as I grabbed a napkin from the bar to clean myself up before pulling my pants back up.
I stayed on my knees between her legs, watching as she licked her finger and lowered her hand to her pussy. She touched herself delicately and pulled away. Strands of our cum came away on her fingertips. She smiled at me, pleased with how full she was. Then, she slid a finger inside herself.
She played with herself for a few minutes longer, letting me watch her. My hands were on the inside of her thighs, tracing small patterns while I watched her run her fingers up and down the sides of her slit.
She stopped when we pulled on to her street. She eased her panties off and over her ankles and tucked them into the small purse she had with her.
"What did you take those off for?" I asked as she inched her way down the seat toward to door.
"I don't want to ruin them," she said simply. "I just bought them. I'll clean up when I get inside."
I thought of her lying on her bed playing with herself for a while longer before she went to sleep. The image made me hard again.
How one girl could make me feel so many things, I had no idea. I could have easily bent her over and fucked her again. I could have filled her up a second time. She would have taken it and loved every second of it, I was sure.
But that nagging feeling of betrayal was sinking back in. It brought confusion along with it, leaving me feeling hollow and lost.
Allie leaned over and gave me a kiss when the driver opened the door. "I'll talk to you soon?" she asked.
"Yeah, for sure. Thanks for coming tonight. You know, to the party."
"Thanks for making me come," she smiled. "Not to the party. You know what I mean."
Then she was gone. I watched her make her way up the steps to the front door of her building through the tinted windows. The limo driver didn't pull away until she was inside. As we drove down her street, I mulled over the evening.
Allie and Andrew had been fine together. I had seen it with my own eyes. I didn't have to worry about them.
But why did I still have this anger inside of me? I felt unhinged, somehow, like I was losing myself in all of this. Fucking Allie always made me feel better, but it was a short-lived relief. Whenever I was alone again, all the bitterness and resentment would wash over me. Each time, it felt like I was reliving the moment of reading that diary entry about her fucking Andrew.
And every time I came inside her, all I could think about was my brother doing the same thing. And then them thinking she was pregnant. And then doctor's appointments and Allie crying in waiting rooms and bathrooms and her bedroom. Each thought was darker than the last, and each held one blatant truth: I hadn't been there.
She had never let me in. I had been held at arm's length and kept in the dark through the scariest time in Allie's life. Even when she made it through, she never told me.
That wasn't how best friends treat each other. It wasn't how people who loved each other were supposed to act. Secrets. Lies. Those things held no place in the space between Allie and me.
But it was all I could feel. The betrayal and the dishonesty felt so heavy in my chest that I thought it might ruin me. The last three months had been brutal. That same hollow feeling had reared its ugly head again, and this time I had Allie. I was where I thought I was supposed to be. No matter what I did, or how many times I was with Allie, I couldn't shake it.
I was starting to think that maybe I never would.
Chapter 24
Allie
"So you haven't spoken to him since the night of the party?" Melissa asked over her cup of coffee.
I wrapped my hands around my own mug of cinnamon-spiked java. "No. I waited all day yesterday hoping he would call, but he never did. I'm so confused, Melissa. I thought we had put everything behind us once and for all."
"You're sure everything was fine with Andrew? Nothing happened that Steven could have misinterpreted or read too far into?"
"No, everything was fine. Andrew and I were the same as we always are. We talked. We joked. There wasn't any flirting. When Steven and I got in the limo, I was certain that everything was fine." I paused and sipped my coffee.
The café we were in was a quieter environment than our usual lunch spots, and I didn't want to blurt out that Steven had literally ravaged me in the back of the limo. So I leaned in close and whispered it to Melissa. I told her the whole thing. I told her how hard Steven had fucked me, and how hungry he had seemed for it. "I just don't get it. I thought it was a release, you know? I thought it was a moment of clarity for him, and he was finally free from the whole thing."
Melissa sighed. "Whoever said men are straightforward with love and relationships is a liar. I can't make sense of this man of yours either. Maybe he needs more time? The party was probably a big deal for him. Sure, he fucked you, but he's a dude. Maybe his mind caught up with him after the fact, and he's digesting it all now?"
"Maybe," I said, not sure I liked that possibility. "I don't know how much more time he needs to mull things over. I don't know how long I can wait for him. I don't love Andrew. I never did. I love Steven, and I always have. I don't know what else I can do to prove it to him-or if I should bother. At a certain point, he will have to forgive me and truly put it behind him, or we're never going to be able to be together."
"I hate to ask this," Melissa said slowly. "But what if he can't? What if he chooses not to forgive you?"
"I don't know," I admitted. "I really don't. But what's the alternative? I wait forever?"
"No. You shouldn't have to do that. This is his issue now. You can come clean."
I groaned and leaned back in my chair. "I want things to be how they used to be, you know? I want to be able to sit with my best friend and not worry about what's going on his head. I want to enjoy him the way I used to."
"With the added perks of great sex, of course," Melissa said with a smile.
"Well, naturally." I laughed.
"Then there's only one thing you can do from here," Melissa said. "You need to sit him down and talk to him again. This time you guys need to lay it all out there. Say everything that needs to be said, no matter how hard it is. Maybe you'll have to hear some things you don't want to hear. But he's worth it, right?"