My heart is hammering in my chest, making my blood pump with fire. Heat spreads from my head to my toes, causing my muscles to tighten and pulse. I rip the door open on our building, and guide her in.
She hasn't taken her eyes off me. She's peering up at me, her gaze shifting all around my face. They move from my eyes to my lips, then back again. She bites her lip, pulling it into her mouth.
“Want some help up the stairs?” I ask.
“Please, these shoes are not friendly.”
In one quick swoop, I grab her around the waist and toss her over my shoulder. Lyllian lets out a little squeal and giggle as I carry her up the flights of stairs. I set her down on her feet and hold her waist to make sure she has her balance.
Her hands grip my shoulders. My hands stay on her hips. We stare at each other in silence. I'm losing control. I can feel it. I'm coming undone as her nails dip into my shoulders and she licks her lips.
In one quick motion, we both crush our lips together. Her hands rake through my hair, and my arms wrap around her waist. Our tongues dance and lick, swirling around each other with bursts of power.
I fumble the key from my pocket and unlock the door. Pushing it open, we stumble inside the apartment, and I kick it closed with my foot.
She rips the jacket off my body, her fingers eagerly tearing the buttons of my shirt. Her eyes widen as my bare chest is exposed. Using the pads of her fingers, she glides her hands up and down my chest. They move down my abs, then back up to my shoulders.
Her touch is euphoric, drawing endless desire from deep inside my body. Desire I've spent years locking up and pushing away. She's unleashing the animal that's been building, and once she does, there's no going back.
I slowly unbuckle my belt, plucking the button open with a single tug. Her eyes fall to my waist and the engorged cock hidden inside. There's a perfect outline of my dick, the tip swollen, and pressing angrily against the zipper.
I slip my arms free from my shirt, letting it drop to the floor. With a little shake of my hips, my pants fall down my legs, and I step out of them. Palming my cock in my briefs, I just watch how her eyes drink me up like a glass of whiskey.
My clothes line the floor behind me like black raindrops as I walk her backwards to the couch. Lyllian takes each step carefully, her gaze frozen on my cock. This is forbidden territory. This goes against her rules. And I don't think there's any way to stop us now.
She starts to pull her heels off, but I say, “No, leave them on. They're fucking sexy as hell on you.”
A smirk itches at the corner of her lip. “You got it,” she says.
“Turn around,” I demand. She does so without question.
I unzip the back of her dress. With painful slowness, I kiss across the top of her shoulder as I peel the strap of her dress away. I move my lips across the nape of her neck and flutter kisses down her other shoulder.
Her breathing is heavy as she looks back at me from corner of her eyes. Her arms are straight at her sides. The hair on her arms stands as goosebumps ripple down her skin with every kiss.
The dress pools around her feet, leaving her in nothing but her heels and her panties. The muscles of her back dip and curve as she arches, pushing her ass out slightly. I stroke my fingers down her ribs, making her shiver and moan.
This is my muse. The woman of my dreams. The girl who's always been right out of my reach. Close but untouchable. Inches away, but miles in the distance.
She lays her head back against my chest, looking up at me as she curls her arm around my neck and plays with the ends of my hair.
That's it. It's all over for me. Any and all reasonable and rational thoughts are gone. I don't care that she's my best friend.
I don't care that we set up rules and were supposed to follow them.
I just don't care.
Because this is a dream come true.
“Doug,” she says, her voice light as air. “I need to ask you something first. . .”
The world stops.
What could she possibly need to know?
5
Lyllian
“Okay,” he says, his voice timid. “Ask away.”
“Will you fuck me like tomorrow might not come?”
He growls against my ear as his fingers rake through my hair, taking a fistful. “I'll fuck you until you forget tomorrow exists”
His hands. . . I can't stop my body from reacting to his hands.
He tugs at my roots, sending a surge of tingles down my spine. The tips of his fingers massage my scalp, making my eyes snap shut as I moan. It feels so good. He's never touched me this way before. And I like it. I like his roughness with his tenderness. I like the way it feels like he's taking me, but also as if he's leaving just enough of me to enjoy all he has to offer.
His hands move over my shoulders, down my arms, and softly caressing my sides. His lips place kisses across my neck, moving from one side to the other. They're warm, wet, and the tip of his tongue tickles my skin.
There are no words flowing through my head right now. I'm a blank canvas, allowing this man to paint me, create me, and carve me however he sees fit. I'm malleable in his hands. I bend when his thumbs push against the small of my back. I roll when his fingers slip over my belly. My head dips and sways as his hand comes up and grasps my face under my chin.
Doug moves my head one way and kisses my throat. He moves my head the other way, licking my neck and then suckling on my earlobe. The tips of his fingers dig into my chin, moving my head.
He releases my face, gliding his fingers through my hair. They curl in deep, tangling in my hair, and snapping my head back. I gasp, my mouth falling open as I fully surrender myself to this man.
His lips find mine, kissing me with force. His tongue spears inside my mouth, licking and twirling. I wrap my arm around his neck and pull his face closer. I want to taste as much of him as I can.
I want to drink him in and enjoy this loss of control. With unbridled passion, I kiss him back. I give in to everything I feel and want, and just live in this moment. A moment where time has no end. A moment where the earth is no longer beneath my feet, and I'm floating through the cosmos.
Doug rips his lips away, resting his cheek against mine. His breathing is heavy and hot. I can feel his breath on my skin as he curls his arm around my waist and bends me over the arm of the couch.
He presses his hand into the center of my back between my shoulder blades, and kicks my legs open wide. With one hand, he yanks my panties down my legs. I step out of them, and he tosses them aside. I moan loudly as he rubs two fingers down my ass and over my pussy until he hits my clit.
The pads of his fingers push down hard, and he draws circles over the swollen bud. His fingers slip easily between the wet and silky skin. My arousal smears all over my lips, and my pussy pulses to be filled.
“Fuck, you're so wet, Lyl.” Doug's fingers massage up and down, spreading my lips open as he slips a single finger inside my entrance.
My knees almost buckle, but Doug's arm under my stomach is there to catch me. He lifts me slightly, fingering me. Pushing his finger in and out, my juice begins to soak my inner thighs.
One finger quickly turns to two as he thrusts inside as deep as he can go. I suck in a gulp of air and hold onto it. My legs are trembling, and my entire body is shaking. Doug drags the sharp edges of his teeth across my shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine.