Friends with Benefits(28)

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?"