More Than Friends (6 page)

Understanding hit him square in the gut.

Her hand was okay—but not enough. She couldn’t focus on herself while she blew him. It would be an impossible task since her mouth and hand showered so much lavish, wanton, erotic attention on him, it turned him upside down and inside out.

Figuring he’d probably regret it until the day he died, and knowing he risked turning his balls fifteen shades of blue, he stilled her head. Then grit his teeth together so he didn’t blow as he pulled out of her mouth. The pain and frustration of his repressed orgasm about killed him.

She wouldn’t let him go. Wouldn’t release his aching cock. She just closed her mouth tighter around him, sucked him harder, making each inch of freedom gained an exercise in torture and pleasure.

“Seb,” she complained mindlessly when finally his dick popped free.

“You wanted dirty, babe? You wanted filthy? Well, that’s what you’re gonna get. You wanna know what being with me is all about? What coming with me is all about? Well, brace yourself. ’Cause you’re about to find out.”

Her brown eyes turned liquid, and Seb almost thrust his cock back into her mouth. But with a howl of agony, he flipped the tables, moving behind Lucy and turning her towards the tub.

“Grab the side of the bath.”

“Seb—”

“Grab it. Now.”

She reached out, stretching over to do as he demanded. Her fingers were wet from her juices, and he had to grasp his cock and hold it tight at the base. Squeeze as hard as he could—anything to stop from coming.

“Now lean over, so you’re kneeling forward with your ass in the air.”

“What are you—?”

“Lean, Lucy. Do it, and don’t ask questions.”

She did it, and her round, lush ass made him squeeze even harder. Jesus, he’d strangle his cock if he squeezed any tighter. “Now shuffle your knees apart so I can see your pussy.”

A stifled gasp spilled from her mouth, and Lucy rested her head on the edge of the bath, atop her hands, as though embarrassed by his orders.

“Show me your pussy. Let me see all those lovely juices spilling from it, so I can kneel behind you and feast on your cunt.”

She showed him, and perspiration broke out on his forehead.

“You’re beautiful, Lucy-Loo. A goddess on your knees.” He knelt behind her, helping himself to two handfuls of her ass, kneading the toned flesh, pulling her cheeks apart so he could get a better view of her soaked cunt and her pink asshole. “Wanna know how I’m feeling now, goddess?”

Lucy moaned again and nodded.

“Like I’m king of the fucking world. Like every wet dream is crouched on the floor in front of me, waiting for my touch, my kiss. I feel like I’ve never been more turned on, more aroused by a woman. Never wanted a woman to respond to my touch more in my life. I feel like bringing you to orgasm so many times you forget we’re just friends and remember only what it’s like to have my mouth on your pussy and your ass.”

Lucy shook her head, “Ph-physical sensations. They don’t count. Wanna know what you feel in your heart.” Her bravado was sweet. Her challenge made him smile. Much as she tried to get him to focus on the emotional, her own physical response made a mockery of her words. Her ass was covered in goose bumps, and cream slid from her pussy lips.

“My heart?” He gave it some consideration. “Babe, it’s beating so hard and so fast it feels like it’s about to burst out of my chest.” No lie. It pounded so loud every other sound was blocked out. Every other sound bar the noises and words Lucy produced. Those he seemed to hear with no effort whatsoever.

“Feel the love, Seb. Feel it in your heart.”

“I feel the love, babe. I love the way your pussy weeps for me. Love the way your ass is clenching, as though you’re desperate for me to touch you.”

“You’re thinking with your dick again,” she complained.

“Then maybe it’s time you knew what I was thinking. Maybe it’s time
you
felt what
I
feel.” And with that, he leaned forward and buried his face in her pussy, licking at her dripping slit.

Lucy screamed. Loud. Seb suspected she would have continued screaming had she had breath in her lungs. But her cries soon turned hoarse and then silent even as she shoved her ass back, pressed her cunt to his mouth and invited him to feast to his heart’s content. And feast he did, licking at her like a dying man deprived of his last meal.

As he licked, he leaned forward and reached for her breasts, played with her beaded nipples, plumped the full globes, ran his finger over the spot he’d bitten earlier. Not that he could tell exactly where the spot was from this position, but the knowledge that it was there, dark and bruised from his mouth, only increased his appetite. He’d left his mark on Lucy.

Christ, why did that knowledge turn him on so much? Why did it make him want to mark her again? Why’d it cause precome to ooze from his cockhead, and his dick to slap against his stomach?

He slipped his tongue inside her pussy, licked her as deep inside as he could go, then let one hand find its way to her clit. The second he applied the slightest pressure, Lucy fell apart.

She came on his tongue.

Breathing became difficult, almost impossible, but he stayed where he was, his face planted on her pussy for as long as it took, his finger stroking her clit, his tongue inside her.

And when she came down from her high, when her pussy stopped convulsing, although her body still trembled wildly, he lifted his head and took a deep breath.

The need to mark her again had not subsided one bit.

Running his hand ever so tenderly from her clit over her drenched, slick folds and back again, soothing her pussy, he shifted slightly, placed his mouth on one rounded globe of her ass and bit her.

Lucy jerked, and he bit her again. Without giving the sting an opportunity to subside, he sucked a piece of her flesh into his mouth, and suckled hard. Harder. Harder still.

Though he continued to soothe her pussy with his hand, loving her wetness, his mouth soothed not at all. No, he sucked with the intent to burn, to bruise her lily-white skin.

To mark her.

He sucked for longer than he needed to, longer than he should have. But she tasted so damn good, and he needed this mark to last, to stay there for a long time. Besides, Lucy’s post-climactic trembling had subsided. Now, instead of her cunt convulsing under his gentle touch, she rubbed it against his hand, demanding action, demanding pressure and manipulation.

He slipped a finger inside her, fucked her slowly, with long, lazy thrusts in and out. She was so wet, he glided in unobstructed.

Christ, what would it be like if it was his dick in there, not his fingers? If her cunt felt as tight wrapped around his cock as it did clenched around his fingers, he’d last all of two seconds inside her.

As it was, he wasn’t sure he had two seconds in him. He still ached with the need to come. His balls were hard as knots at the base of his cock.

He fed his fill, satisfied himself that his mark would endure for a good while, then he raised his head, turned his face slightly, and this time buried it between her ass cheeks, running his tongue right over her puckered hole.

He was so hard he hurt. Blood pulsed in his cock, burning him from the inside out.

Lucy jerked. And squealed. “
Seb.
Jesus, what are you doing?”

He slipped another finger inside her cunt, wishing it was his cock, and raised his head just high enough to talk. “You wanted dirty? You wanted to come in the filthiest way? Brace yourself.”

He licked her again.

“Oh, God.”

Her moan touched something deep inside of him, something he didn’t spend time pondering. He just licked her again and again.

“Geez, I’ve never… No one’s ever… God, what are you doing?”

Answers? She wanted answers? She had questions? At a time like this? Ah, it was true. His Lucy-Loo never did stop talking. And yeah, it was also true he loved the sound of her voice. Loved how it always warmed him to his very soul. Funny thing about his Loo tonight. Everything she did or said warmed him. Heated him right on up. He’d hit boiling point a good twenty minutes ago. It wasn’t possible to get any hotter.

Okay, maybe it was.

Because a second later, when he felt Lucy’s hand on her clit, felt her rubbing it, with his fingers in her pussy and his tongue on her ass, the heat didn’t just sear him. It burned him clean away.

Seb played with one beaded nipple, lapped at her little pink hole, fucked her tight, wet cunt with his fingers and sweated bullets as she rubbed herself.

He’d told himself he could do this for the rest of the night. Believed he could keep her in a constant state of arousal with his tongue and hands, thought he could go on forever. But Seb was too fucking close himself.

The last remnant of self-control evaporated.

Lucy masturbating did him in. Finished him off.

The pain was constant, excruciating. He’d been close when she’d held him in her mouth. Almost lost it when she’d come on his tongue. But this? He was done for. Pushed clean over the edge.

He had no choice. Releasing her nipple, he grabbed his dick and pumped. His orgasm was too near, the ache too much to bear.

With his fingers in her cunt and his tongue on her asshole, sensation clamped down on him, unforgiving and unrepentant. He came. He fucking came, on his knees behind her.

Sharp pulses of pleasure wracked through him, and he blasted his stuff all over her foot.

Seb grunted, his breath hot against her ass, the release sublime. And ongoing.

Fuck, he couldn’t stop coming. Couldn’t stop pumping. The orgasm was endless, the relief magnificent.

“Wet.” Her raspy voice sent chills down his spine. “What—? D-did you…? Are you? Oh, God! You’re coming. Coming on my foot.
Seb
.” Her voice broke. “Fuck, Sebastian.”

And then she was coming too, her pussy muscles clasping his fingers, her asshole clenching beneath his tongue and her entire spine stiffening.

Her cries echoed through his ears, her orgasm spurring another spurt of come from his balls, before finally, finally, his climax tapered off. Before finally he could breathe again, think again.

Before finally the tingles at the base of his spine began to disperse.

He knelt with his face on her ass as Lucy’s own orgasm died away, and then utterly exhausted, he leaned to the side, collapsing on the cold floor, taking her with him.

He curled around her, his front to her back, tucking her against him. He pressed his legs to hers, and though his cock finally lost its erection, Seb could not help but focus on what he felt.

And what he felt was the silken, heated, naked flesh of his best friend.

Minutes later, or maybe it was hours, Lucy stirred. Cold seeped through her side, but the hard, muscled male pressed against her back kept her toasty warm. Utter and extreme exhaustion swept through her limbs. Her lower torso hummed with satisfaction.

She’d lost count of the number of orgasms he’d given her. Lost track of time, so totally involved had she been with what he did to her, what she tried to do to him.

Her heart rate only now began to gentle from a violent hammer to a steady sprint.

She’d almost kicked him out. Almost asked him to leave again.

She’d tried to get him to feel something for her. Tried to get him to face his emotions. But damn it, there hadn’t been any. Seb had been so lost in the physiological responses of their unexpected mutual lust, he hadn’t been able to see past it. And that alone had been enough for her to want him to go.

But the look in his eyes, the fire flaring in them, the color—no longer dazzling blue, more a desire-darkened navy—had stopped her.

If Seb could look at her like that, as though she were indeed a goddess, then there was a possibility he could feel something more than just lust. If she could push him to see what they could have together, could do together, maybe she could push him to feel something for her, something more than friendship.

One thing was certain. She and he had never spooned before. Not even clothed. Spooning like this, her body limp with satisfaction, his arm wrapped around her, and the evidence of his hunger for her drying into a sticky mess on her foot, this was something more than friendship. Way more.

Question now was, was it way more that could turn into love, or was it way more that could turn into horror when reality set in, and Seb realized what he’d done?

When he stopped thinking with his dick, would he be so appalled by what had gone down, would the friendship be over?

The only thing Lucy knew for certain was tonight had changed everything.

Her and Seb’s friendship could never be the same. It could never go back to what it was. Which left Lucy wondering if could it go forward? Could it change and adapt to her needs and his? More importantly, were their needs now the same?

Something bothered her. Something big. For everything Seb had done to her tonight—and he’d done a lot—the one thing he hadn’t done was kiss her. On the lips. He hadn’t fused his mouth to hers and lost himself to the shared intimacy of a kiss. While he had brought her untold pleasure, who knew how many times, she’d been strikingly aware of that…oversight.