Asking For A Friend

by Parker, Ali

  Someone moaned. Me, probably. Had to have been, because I doubt he would’ve moaned at the sight of him already being so damn hard. A drop of shiny moisture already clung to the very tip of his perfect cock.

  The corners of his lips pulled up into a smirk at the sound, his hands finally finding mine on my hips. “See something you like?”

  “No,” I lied, but my quick breaths and breathy voice gave me away.

  “A shame,” he said, cupping my cheek with one hand before letting it travel way too slowly down my neck to my chest. The other slid from my hip to my ass, which he squeezed before he jerked me forward to crash into him.

  Another moan shook free at the impact. In the heels I was still wearing, I was just the right height that when he held me to him, his shaft rubbed against my clit. It felt so good that my eyes nearly rolled back into my head.

  “I think you might be lying,” he teased darkly, his lips brushing against my ear. He nibbled the shell, using the hand on my ass to keep me still as he rocked his hips into me. A jolt of pleasure shot from my clit and though I tried to stifle it, yet another moan slipped out.

  “Fuck, Marissa. You’re killing me with that sound.” The complete control in his voice and body slipped. There was a tremor in his voice when he said it and his hips twitched into me instead of the calculated rock. Knowing he was this way because of me and me alone almost made me come, but I distracted myself by looking into his eyes. “Didn’t you say something about exploring whether you were right earlier or not?”

  “I did,” his pupils grew even more, his hand running along the skin on my thigh. “That’s exactly why I told you to keep these on,” he said, snapping the elastic of my panties. “I want to take them off myself. It’s like unwrapping the sexiest birthday present ever.”

  I frowned. “Is it your birthday?”

  “No,” he gritted out as he unhooked the clasps on my bra and slid the straps off my arms, catching sight of my bare breaths. “But it feels like it should be. Jesus, Marissa. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

  “No,” I swallowed, hoping to get some moisture back into my suddenly dry throat and mouth. It was no use though. I was pretty sure every last drop of moisture in my body was hot and currently pooled between my legs. Just then, he hooked his thumbs into my panties and dropped to his knees to roll them off.

  He loosened the straps of my heels around my ankles, then tapped each of my feet in turn so I would lift them as he removed the shoes and eventually made me step out of my panties. Leaning in ever so slightly, he looked up at me from his vantage point on his knees, his nose inches away from my wet slit.

  I didn’t have time to be self-conscious or embarrassed, because he said, “You’re all I can think about, Marissa.”

  His fingers dragged up from my ankles to my thighs, spreading them a little wider as he slipped those same fingers into my slit. “The thought of this drives me fucking insane.”

  As he said it, his fingers circled my entrance, then pushed in. His breathing hitched at the same time mine did, the low sound of frustration was his this time. “You have no idea how badly I want you at any given moment.”

  His fingers moved, crooking to hit a spot inside me that made me shiver and shake. “I want to live in here, Marissa. I want to spend every minute of every day buried as deep as I can get inside you, and it will still never be enough.”

  The words he was saying combined with what he was doing to me made me whimper. The muscles in my thighs started quivering and my knees were getting numb.

  Layton hooked a strong arm around my hips suddenly and straightened up, leaving me feeling hollow and empty when he withdrew his hand. I felt like crying when he stopped, like he was denying me an urgent, blissful release.

  Noticing my reaction, he set me down on my bed and pushed me until my back hit the beige sheets. “Don’t worry, love. I’m just getting you comfortable. I don’t want you to fall or get hurt.”

  “Then why are you torturing me right now?” I groaned, writhing as I tried to arch my hips against him.

  He let out a soft chuckle. “I’ll make it all better in a second. Sometimes you’ve got to be cruel to be kind.”

  “Stop talking and make it better then,” I whimpered, ready to beg if I had to. My nerve endings were on fire, my body so close to finding that blissful release between heaven and nirvana. My clit throbbed with an intensity I couldn’t remember feeling before.

  Layton had gotten me so close to the edge and then completely abandoned me there. The logical part of my brain, currently tucked away so deep I could hardly hear it, whispered that he did it to take care of me, to make sure I wouldn’t fall if my knees buckled. But my body was screaming so much louder and all it cared about was my release. I wasn’t sure I could bring myself to care about a gash in the head from falling—it would have been better than him stopping.

  Thankfully, it didn’t look like he was teasing me. Obviously realizing the state I was in, he cursed and brought his fingers back to my aching cleft.

  They were gentle at first, almost apologetic. I ground my hips into them, a relieved sigh falling from lips when he got back to doing what I so desperately needed him to be doing. When his lips closed around my aching bud and he started flicking it rhythmically with his tongue, I was done for.

  “Layton. Yes! God. Fuck. Oh. Yes!” I heard someone yelling as I got absorbed into an ocean of exquisite pleasure. I didn’t even fall into said ocean or dive into it, I simply became a part of it. It absorbed me until my body didn’t feel like my own anymore. It was a trembling pile of limbs infused with bliss.

  “Fuck,” Layton gulped, when I came back to my senses. I had never seen his eyes so wild before. “Can —I need—”

  I nodded in response to his unasked question, determined to give him the same kind of pleasure he gave me. Spreading my shaky legs, I made space for his hips and hooked my ankles behind his firm ass. “Yes, Layton. I can. Take what you need, I want you to. Please, now.” I hardly recognized my own voice, but it had to be mine. It was sultry and husky. Super sexy. I guess that was what powerful orgasms did. They turned me into some kind of sex machine.

  Layton groaned in response, sinking into me with none of his usual controlled patience. He fed himself inside me with muscles locked tightly in restraint. I lifted myself up on weakened arms and pressed my lips to his. “Let go, Layton. For me.”

  It seemed he was beyond words, because his eyes fluttered closed before he nodded. When he started thrusting, I couldn’t hold back a scream of pleasure. I wasn’t usually such a screamer, but it looked like he’d turned me into one.

  I was still so sensitive and his thrusts were desperate, so perfectly timed and even that I felt myself barreling right over the edge before I even realized I was climbing it. My walls collapsed around him, over and over, milking him dry as he climaxed at the same time I did.

  Breathless, my body numb and mushy, I was only vaguely aware of Layton pulling out and doing something before rolling onto his side and whispering in my ear. “You are incredible, Marissa. That was—something else. Sleep tight, love.”

  Stroking my hair, his breathing evened out and I knew he was sleeping. Knowing Layton, he was going to get an hour or two of sleep and then wake up, readier than ever to go again. The man had the stamina of a god, or a porn star. And I really couldn’t complain.

  My head rose and fell on his chest, my hand spread out over his still racing heart. As I lay there listening to and feeling his heartbeat, I knew that heart belonged to me. I breathed out three words that I hadn’t said to anyone other than Annie for a very, very, long time, followed by a name that had never followed them before. “I love you, Layton.”

  Chapter 63

  Layton

  Waking up with Marissa in my arms was like all my best and sweetest dreams coming true. We both reeked of sex after a night of the most mind blowing experiences I’d ever had. There were no words to describe it.

  It was sex in the rawest, pures
t form. But it also felt like something deeper. Even my orgasms seemed to have reached into the depths of my soul, as pathetic as that sounded.

  I blamed it on three of my most powerful climaxes ever. Rubbing one out in the shower wouldn’t have measured up at all. As painful as it had been to stop, it had totally paid off.

  Marissa was still fast asleep, her head no longer on my chest where it had been every time I fell asleep during the night, but on my arm. She was still naked, one of her smooth legs hooked over the sheet.

  My eyes followed the lines of her legs, the curve of her butt and her hip. Up to where her arm covered those amazing breasts before it snaked onto my abdomen.

  She was so breathtakingly beautiful it hurt. A small smile played on her pink lips as she slept, golden curls resting against her pale skin.

  It had been one hell of a week for the two of us. Just a little more than a week ago, I took off to New York to confront Brice without letting her know I wouldn’t be on time for our date. And nearly lost her in the process because of it.

  My heart broke at how close I’d come to losing her, to losing both of them. I couldn’t even bear to think about it. And it wasn’t just because the sex last night was honestly fucking—transcendent. It was always magical and explosive between us, but it just seemed to keep getting better with time.

  But no. The sex wasn’t why my heart was overflowing and close to bursting with joy.

  The reason why the useless organ was doing that was because I loved this woman lying next to me more than anything in the world. More than I ever thought it was possible to love another human being. More than I ever wanted to love anyone.

  Exactly when it had happened, I wasn’t sure. But she had become everything to me. Her and Annie, of course. Forever with a woman wasn’t something I’d ever really seriously considered, but it was a good thing I didn’t happen to have a ring in my pocket right now. If I did, I wouldn’t have been able to resist asking her to become mine forever.

  Not that she was anywhere near that point. She couldn’t even tell me she loved me yet and I totally understood why, but watching her now I also knew that wouldn’t have mattered if I had a ring on me. I was selfish enough to have asked anyway.

  I had this sudden urge to make her mine, officially and for good. Whoa, there. Overeager much?

  Grinding my teeth together, I knew the little voice in my head was right. But that was the moment I realized that given half a chance, I was going to marry this woman. Eventually.

  As if she heard my thoughts loud and clear, Marissa’s blue eyes suddenly popped open. “What time is it?”

  “Relax,” I told her, reaching out to squeeze her hip. “It’s only six-thirty.”

  Her nose wiggled as she visibly relaxed, her limbs straightening out as she stretched. “Good. I thought we had overslept, but Denise and Annie won’t be home for another couple of hours.”

  Her eyes slid to mine and she frowned, laughter shining in her eyes. “Were you watching me sleep?”

  “Yes,” I replied, with unabashed honesty. “You are the most adorable snorer in the world.”

  “Shut up,” she grabbed one of the pillows and made a half-hearted attempt to whack me over the head with it as she burrowed her face into her own pillow. “I do not snore.”

  “How would you know?” I laughed as I dodged her attempt to hit me in the face with the softest pillow known to man, bringing my fingers to her stomach to tickle her. As I did, she started shrieking with laughter and swatting at my hands.

  “Stop. Stop.” She gasped between breaths, “Layton, please stop!”

  “Now there are words I never thought I would hear you say,” I smirked, rolling onto her and propping myself up on my elbows.

  She gasped when I pressed into her, rock hard and more than ready to go again. My heart wasn’t the only one of my organs completely and totally gone for this woman, apparently. My cock was addicted.

  Marissa sucked in a breath, then did a little shimmy with her hips that allowed me to feel how wet she was. “You’re not the only one who wakes up ready. I was having such an interesting dream.”

  I lowered my lips to her neck, kissing and nuzzling the soft skin there. “Do tell.”

  “I’d rather show you,” she murmured breathlessly, her back arching as she pressed her breasts into my chest. “How do you feel about taking a shower together? We need to get cleaned up, fed and watered before the others show up.”

  It was a testament of the effect she had on me that I didn’t balk at the mention of the others coming back soon. The pre-Marissa Layton would have been out the door hours ago, and if, by some miracle, he was still around in the morning, he definitely wouldn’t have wanted to be interrupted by the woman’s family.

  With Marissa’s family, however, I was almost looking forward to seeing them. But it was only because I had a much more pressing need that I needed to deal with for both of us, and I was determined to get it done before they arrived.

  Sitting back on my heels, I grabbed Marissa’s hand and waited for her to steady before pulling her in the direction of the bathroom. “You’ve got yourself a deal. Come on, woman. I want to make that dream come true and don’t have nearly enough time to do it in.”

  Marissa giggled and followed me to her bathroom, where I flipped on the water and kissed her senseless until steam was pouring out of the shower and I deemed the water temperature acceptable. In the end, we had plenty of time to make Marissa’s dream come true.

  Contrary to what I believed, her dream wasn’t about getting her off at all. But about getting me off. With her mouth. Convincing me to make that dream come true was a hard sell, obviously. Not.

  I almost tripped in my haste to get into the shower, but Marissa’s resulting giggles were cut off when she dropped to her knees and saw exactly why I was in such a rush. Her lips and her tongue worked me into an even greater frenzy, and when I couldn’t take it anymore I pushed her front against the wall and slid into her from behind.

  Before we eventually got out of the shower when the water started running cold, we had managed to give each other a decent scrub and were now both smelling like Marissa’s vanilla body wash. Marissa was scrambling eggs for omelets and I was grating cheese, which was the only task she trusted me with for today’s breakfast making purposes.

  Finally out of our crazy, lustful marathon, my mind returned to the questions I’d had at the restaurant last night. Marissa’s hair was still wet from our shower and I hated to ruin the moment, but I had to know. I needed to know.

  “Since we’re so domesticated that we’re making breakfast together, I need to talk to you about something,” I started, trying to keep it light even though I knew it wouldn’t and couldn’t stay that way.

  She looked up at me, her eyes having been fixed on the eggs in her bowl. “Sure, you can ask me anything.”

  Drawing in a deep breath, I said softly, “Brice. I need to know what really happened with the two of you. It’s driving me crazy not knowing. The scenarios that have run through my head since I found out who the douchebag was—they’re not good. I don’t want to push you and if you’re not ready to tell me, then it’s okay, but I needed to ask.”

  Everything about her stilled. Her hand stopped whisking the eggs, the other stopped clutching the bowl so tightly. The expression on her face was frozen and even her chest seemed to stop moving.

  But then she inhaled, exhaled and inhaled again before nodding. “You’re right. You do need to know. You deserve to know and I can only imagine what you’re thinking. It’s not really—”

  She was cut off by Annie’s happy voice calling from the entrance hall, “Mommy! We’re home!”

  Marissa stopped speaking immediately, shooting me an apologetic look even as she yelled back, “Kitchen, hon. Have you guys eaten?”

  The front door slammed shut and Denise’s voice rang out next. “Nope. We were hoping you were in the mood to cook breakfast.”

  They rounded the corner into the kitche
n, both smiling when they saw Marissa holding the bowl of eggs. Denise rubbed her hands together. “Thank God, I’ve been craving one of your omelets. Where’s—”

  She shut up when she saw me, an almost triumphant grin tugging at one of the corners of her mouth. “Layton. Hi.”

  “Layton!” Annie cried out when she saw me, zooming from where she had been hugging Marissa to my side of the kitchen to hug me. “You’re here. What are we doing today?”

  “What do you mean, chicken?” I asked, ruffling her hair.

  She considered the nickname, then shrugged. “I want to do something with you today. Isn’t that why you’re here? To take us out?”

  Marissa shot me a panicked look, but I returned it with a silent, ‘I’ve got this’ expression. It wasn’t like I was about to blurt out to Annie during breakfast that I was still here from the night before. I was an asshole sometimes, not an idiot.

  “Yeah, let’s go out,” I flicked my eyes to Marissa. “How does that sound to you?”

  “Please say yes, Mommy,” Annie begged, pressing her hands together in front of her. “Please. Please.”

  Marissa smiled, nodding. “Sure. What do you guys want to do?”

  My mind raced with ideas, but I decided to go with an old classic. “I know of a great spot where we can go to catch our own dinner?”

  “No,” Marissa said immediately.

  At the same time, Annie replied, “I’m all about that. Let’s go! This is going to be so much fun.”

  The look on Marissa’s face told me she wasn’t going to veto Annie on this one. We were going fishing.

  Chapter 64

  Marissa

  Catching our dinner? Great. Just great. I wasn’t stupid or naive or anything. I knew the fish we ate came from the water and our meat from animals. I wasn’t one of those people who thought those things were grown at the store.