I DON’T KNOW what I was expecting to happen when Lacey asked to come over, but it wasn’t her in my lap, her legs spread wide and my fingers inches away from sliding inside her.
Fuck.
I can smell her. I can see how wet her underwear is. The little scrap of lace is drenched, and I want to pull it off and shove it in her mouth so she can taste herself. So she can keep quiet while I fuck her into the mattress and leave a handprint on her ass. A mark that reminds her who was there when she tries to sit down at work tomorrow.
I want to ruin her, but I can’t ruin my best friend.
She’s too good.
But if I only get her once, I’m going to make sure she won’t forget me anytime soon. I’m going to claim her, so every time someone else is inside her, she’ll be thinking of me.
I lift her off my lap so she’s standing. She wobbles on her feet and turns to look at me.
“Take off all your clothes,” I say, and I lean back against the couch, palming myself through my sweatpants. “I want to watch.”
Lacey nods and yanks her sweater over her head. Her tits bounce as her arms come back to her sides, and I have an alarming infatuation with her chest. I’ve never been a boob guy, but hers are spectacular.
She unzips her boots and steps out of the sinful leather shoes. She plays with the buttons on her skirt and walks toward me with a sexy sway of her hips. Her hands rest on either side of my thighs, and she’s so close, I could kiss her.
“Do you want me to go slow?” She unbuttons the first button on her short skirt, and my cock twitches under my hand. “Or do you like to go fast?”
“Slow,” I say, and I’m losing all mental capabilities. I thought I was a smart man, but when she unfastens the second button and I can see the top of her thong, I can’t remember my name. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”
“You sure know how to make a girl feel special,” she murmurs.
The last button comes undone, and with it, so does my sanity. Lacey turns around and bends at the waist, shimmying the skirt halfway down her ass. She runs her palms over her ass cheeks, and I lean forward. I take her underwear in my teeth, and when I snap the elastic against her skin, she lets out a whine.
“Off. I told you I wanted to see your pretty cunt,” I say.
Her skirt falls to her feet and she steps out of it. I’m breathing so hard, you’d think I was running a marathon. Mile twenty, when your legs start to ache and your lungs begin to burn. Looking at her like this is suspiciously close to what I imagine heaven is going to be like.
Lacey pulls off her underwear, and I grab them before they can fall to the floor. I put them in my pocket and stare at her, not wanting to miss a single thing. She drops her head back as her hands trail down her neck and her soft curves. Her fingers twist her nipples, and she moans.
“If you don’t touch me,” she says, “I’m going to do it myself.”
“Like you’ll get any argument from me,” I say. I shove my hand down my sweatpants and give my cock a tug. I can’t not touch myself while I watch her. She’s a goddess.
My eyes roam down her body and I appreciate the figure I’ve only ever seen with clothes on; her nice tits. Her flat stomach. The thighs I want to suffocate me when I put my head between her legs. Her bare pussy and the glistening arousal I can see from here.
“I thought about you,” she whispers. Her fingers tease across her stomach and up the inside of her thigh, and I’m close to panting like a dog. “This morning. I pretended it was you fucking me, not my toy.”
Jesus Christ.
I’ve never been with a woman so confident. Someone who tells you exactly what they want with no shame. It’s the biggest turn on, and I’ve never been so glad for a late-night text message in my life.
“Was it good?” I ask. My voice is thick with lust, and I stroke myself again. “Did you like playing with yourself and thinking it was me?”
“I know you’d be better.” Her smile is wicked and her eyes flicker with mischief. “You’d take such good care of me.”
“Of course I would.” I grab her and spin her so she falls into my lap. Her legs spread wide, and I give her pussy a light slap. “I told you I take care of what’s mine, Lacey, and you’re mine.”
I trace my fingers along her entrance. Her moan is soft and long, and I suck on her neck, trying to find all the spots she loves to be touched the most. I hope I leave a mark.
Lacey rolls her hips, and I know what she’s asking for. She’s practically grinding against me.
“Shawn.” Her hands rest on my thighs, and her nails dig into my muscles. “I’m naked and in your lap. What do I have to do to get you to finger me? Beg?”
I laugh and kiss her forehead. I wrap my arm around her waist and circle her clit. “I thought I was supposed to get on my knees first,” I say in her ear, and she smiles.
“One of us better soon, or I’m leaving.”
“I’m going to take my time, remember?” I slip my finger inside her, and she groans. “Fuck, Lacey. You’re so tight.”
“So much better than a toy,” she pants, and I grin.
“Let’s get you ready for my cock. You want that, don’t you?”
“More than I want anything else.”
“Needy slut, aren’t you?” I whisper, and my free hand wraps around her throat.
“Only for you,” she says, and I almost blow a load in my pants.
God help me when I fuck her.
I slide my finger out of her and bring it to her mouth. I trace her lips until they’re coated in her arousal and I lean forward to kiss her. My tongue runs along the seam of her mouth, tasting her, and she’s better than the finest desserts in the world.
I switch our positions again, and I move Lacey to the couch. I drop to my knees in front of her and my gaze bounces all over her body. Her skin is flushed pink and her hair is a mess. Her chest rises and falls and she’s watching me with hunger in her eyes.
“Hold yourself open,” I say roughly, and she grabs her legs under her knees faster than I can blink. Her thighs widen, and I fucking love seeing her up close. “There you go. Just like that. You’re such a good girl for me.”
I see her melt at the praise. She blushes an even deeper shade of red, and her ass wiggles on the cushions. Her lips pull up in a smile, and she’s waiting to hear what else she’s doing right.
“So good,” I whisper against her mouth. I kiss her softly, distracting her as I slide two fingers inside her. She arches forward, and I sit up on my knees so I can get two knuckles deep. “But you also want to be a little bad, don’t you, Lacey girl? You can be both with me.”
“Yes,” she whispers. Her eyes are full of tears, but she tips her chin up so I can kiss her again. “I want to be both for you, Shawn.”
“That makes me so happy, Lacey. God, your pussy likes my fingers, doesn’t it? You’re fucking dripping on my hand. I’m going to add a third finger, okay?”
“Okay.” Her legs shake, and she blows out a breath. “I want a third.”
“That’s my girl.” I kiss her knee and slowly work my ring finger inside her. She cries out, and I grin. “Such a good slut taking all the fingers I’m giving you. Look at you; you’re so fucking wide and wet for me.”
“Shawn,” she moans, and my name has never sounded so nice. I want to hear it on repeat, in the middle of the night, when I’m remembering the stretch of her pussy and how she clenches around me. “Please. I need to come.”
My thumb finds her clit, and I circle her until she’s shaking. Until there are tears on her cheeks and her knuckles turn white. She’s close, and I smile when I hear the hitch in her breathing.
“That’s what does it for you, isn’t it? Three fingers buried inside you while you dream about my cock? God, I can’t wait to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow,” I whisper in her ear, and I feel her orgasm race through her. “There you go. That’s perfect. You’re so pretty when you come, Lacey girl.”
Lacey lets out a sob. Her hands fall from her legs and her thighs quiver as she rests them on the couch. There’s a wet spot on the cushion and her knees are still open, still inviting me in. I lean forward and lick her pussy, my tongue lapping up all that she’ll give me.
“I-I can’t. Shawn,” she whispers, and she claws at my shoulders. “I can’t do another one.”
“Yes, you can. You can give me one more, can’t you?” I slap her clit, and she shudders out a ragged breath. “How many times did you come this morning with that toy of yours?”
“Twice,” she pants, struggling to speak.
“Which means you can give me three.” I part her with my fingers and I tease her clit with my tongue. Her legs squeeze tight around my head, and I hope to god this is how I go. “One more, Lacey. I promise it’ll feel good. You can—fuck, that’s it. There you go.” I slide my fingers back inside her, and she tightens around me. “Good girl. So fucking good for me.”
“Please don’t stop,” Lacey whimpers. “I need it.”
“A toy isn’t going to cut it anymore, is it? You’re going to be dreaming about me when you play with yourself from now on, wishing you had my fingers to fuck. My tongue to lick up your mess.”
“You, Shawn. I need you.”
She needs me.
I have to squeeze my eyes shut so I don’t combust. I can’t finish before I fuck her, but every time she clenches around me, it’s getting harder and harder to control that urge to not just let go.
I bite the soft skin of her thigh. “God damn Lacey, the way you tighten around my fingers drives me crazy. I can’t wait until I can come inside you. I’m going to send you home with it dripping down your leg. A reminder of why you came over here tonight. That’s it. There’s my second one. That’s for me, isn’t it?”
Her next orgasm comes quicker than the first. Her entire body shakes, and as she calms down, her muscles relax. She stops sniffing, and she lets out a slow breath. I kiss both her legs and set them on the floor. I rub her knee and sit back on my heels, staring at her.
“Hi,” she says, and she pushes up on her elbows. “That was…”
“What you came here for?” I ask, and her lips curl up into a smile.
“Better than I could have ever imagined.” Her eyes flick to the front of my pants, and she reaches for me. “Come here.”
I move toward her, and she kisses me. She snakes her hand down my body and pulls on the waistband of my joggers. “Ask to take them off,” I say, and her cheeks turn as red as fire.
“Can I take them off, Shawn?” she asks, following directions. I lift an eyebrow, and she squirms. “Please?”
I like hearing her say that. It makes me feel on top of the world. I scoop her up in my arms and head for my bedroom. “Only because you asked so nicely, sweetheart.”
