Just before I’d left she asked if I would bring Kashi for a family dinner. My initial reaction was to say ‘no’, but then I’d noticed her sunken cheeks and relented. It feels wrong to lie about my relationship with Kashi. But, how can it be the wrong thing when it makes my sick mother so happy?
I strip off my clothes in the dark and slide between my cool sheets with a tired groan. Having to fake a relationship in front of my parents all day was absolutely exhausting. My arms slide around my pillow and as I snuggle in the scent of strawberries and woman wafts into my nose and goes straight to my dick. Seriously, am I losing it or has Hadley been in my bed again?
I inhale again and my stomach tightens with need. When I move to clutch my pillow closer, in order to absorb every ounce of her scent, my hands brush against what feels like lace tucked under my pillow. My heart hammers with excitement and I wrap my fingers around the object. I lean over and flick on my bedside lamp to see what’s in my hand. My breath catches in my throat as I look down at a pair of lace blue panties in my hand. Without thinking I bring them to my nose and inhale.
“Oh, fuck.”
My eyes roll back and my free hand reflexively wraps around my achingly hard cock. Hadley’s panties are in my bed. I close my eyes and I stroke myself slowly as I conjure up the image of Hadley crawling into my bed, maybe wearing nothing but this pair of lacy blue panties and I shudder.
Hadley in my fantasy slips a hand beneath the panties and her thighs fall wide as she works her clit, starting out slowly but building in speed. My own strokes match her rhythm in my mind. Her panties find their way back under my nose and my strokes instantly become more frantic. Fuck, Hadley has the sweetest pussy. If I could have one wish it would be to live with my face between her thighs.
Oh god, fucking god, I need her tight pussy wrapped around my cock.
Whimpering at the intensity of the coil in my stomach I lower her panties from my face and wrap them around my cock so I can thrust inside of them. I bite down on the Hadley pillow, picturing that it’s her delicate collar bone I’m biting down on as I thrust hard and deep inside of her. I can almost hear her breathy sounds in my ear and the words she likes to whisper just before she comes.
“Ravi, god, that’s it. I’m going to come so hard.”
That’s right baby, come all over my cock. I need it Hadley, I need to feel your pussy squeezing my cock.
I moan into my pillow, still biting it hard against the electric shocks coursing through me, my toes curling and my breath coming in pants as I shoot my load into Hadley’s panties.
As soon as I come back to reality I realize how perverted it is to just help myself to Hadley’s panties like that. But, damn if I didn’t need that.
*****
The next morning I’m sitting on the couch in our living room, staring at my computer screen, willing the words to flow. This seems to have become my routine. I beg my brain for words to put on the tauntingly blank word document, then I get frustrated and give up. I haven’t written in a year. A fucking year. I feel confined in my skin like I want to scream. So why won’t the words just cooperate?
I stretch my fingers and decide that perhaps a free write is the thing. No pressure to create something, just to simply put down any words. I take a deep breath and start my fingers clicking mindlessly along the keys. Yes. Just the feel of my fingers typing is like my first deep breath in ages.
I’m so absorbed in my free write that I don’t notice that I’m no longer alone until the couch dips beside me. I glance up briefly and my fingers still on the keys.
Hadley’s settled on the couch next to me in a pair of cut off jean shorts and my Doctor Who t-shirt. My mouth goes dry as my eyes remained fixed on her creamy thighs. And then, my fingers are flying across the keys again without any conscious thought on my part.
There’s nothing quite so haunting as the feel of the right woman’s skin against your lips. Perhaps it can be rivaled by the taste of her on your tongue. Once it’s there you’ll never taste another flavor. You won’t want to.
Now that I’ve tasted her honey on my tongue, I’m ruined. My taste buds have been deadened to all other flavors. I’m driven half insane with the need to feel her pulse against my lips as she screams my name.
“What are you writing?”
I jump as Hadley’s voice pulls me from my writing haze. My heart is hammering wildly in my chest as I re-read the words I just typed.
“Nothing,” I mumble, making a move to close my laptop and go close myself in my room to jerk off...again. Fuck, I need to get a life.
Her hand reaches out to cover mine to keep me from closing the computer.
“Please can I read it? You looked so...focused and sexy.”
I swallow down a lump in my throat. If I let her read this will she know it’s about her? Will it make her hot?
She shifts on the couch, turning to face me. In the process she folds her legs pretzel style and my gaze immediately wanders to the flash of pink panties that peak out from her insanely short shorts. I close my eyes for several heart beats, doing my best to reign in my self-control.
“I’ll trade you for it,” I finally offer, knowing that I’m playing with fire I can’t keep the excitement from my voice. Hadley waits patiently to hear my offer. “If I let you read it, you let me give you a kiss.”
She glances between my laptop and me, clearly weighing her options. I can see the wheels turning behind her winter green eyes. After an eternity she nods silently and reaches out for my computer. Reluctantly I hand it over.
Her eyes widen as soon as she begins to read my words, her breath catching in her throat. I’m mesmerized by the heavy thrum of her pulse in her neck. A faint blush creeps up her chest and her nipples tighten against the fabric of my t-shirt. She is turned on by my words.
She leans forward and set my laptop on the coffee table and then licks her lips in anticipation of the kiss she owes me. A wicked smile spreads across my lips as I grab her hips and yank her into a recumbent position. She gasps in surprise and my cock strains desperately in my jeans. If I don’t taste her this very second, I may lose my mind.
“What are you doing?” She asks breathlessly.
“Giving you a kiss.”
My fingers make quick work of the button and then zipper of her shorts.
“I didn’t specify where I was going to kiss you.”
I yank her shorts and panties down in one fluid motion and gaze down at her pussy, glistening with arousal.
Hadley
I could’ve refused his deal. I could’ve snuck into his room later to read what he’d been writing. But, I wanted him to want to share it with me. And, if I’m being totally honest, I wanted to let him kiss me.
Now, I’m half naked and he’s looking at me like I’m a buffet and he’s starving. I clench my thighs against the insistent throb his appraisal is eliciting. Ravi levels me with a look of disapproval and parts my thighs wide before settling between them to get a better look.
He runs a single finger over my clit, applying only enough pressure to make me squirm. Once his finger is coated with my arousal he brings it to his mouth and licks it clean with an appreciative groan.
“Mm, you taste even better than I remembered. I’ve missed you,” he says the words directly to my vagina and I let out a husky laugh, in spite of the intimacy of the situation.
“Are you talking to my pussy?”
“Shh, I’m getting caught up with an old friend, don’t interrupt.”
My laugh dies on my lips as Ravi’s tongue sweeps along my aching sex with a broad stroke. He moans appreciatively once more, wrapping his hands firmly around my thighs to keep my spread wide.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he murmurs as he alternates between sucking and licking me feverishly.
My fingers tangle in his hair, needing desperately to cling on to something as he assaults me with pleasure.
“God, I love your sweet pussy,” He moans against me, the vibrations of his words make
me squirm against his mouth. I need more of him.
I arch my hips needing to feel more. His lips and tongue devour me like I’m his favorite dessert. I reach my hands under my shirt to pinch my aching nipples.
Ravi’s tongue is relentless against me driving me so close to the edge. My hips flex as I grind shamelessly against his lips. The only words I can say are different combinations of yes and please and more. A steady, sure finger eases inside of me setting off an immediate eruption of pleasure.
“Mmm, god I fucking missed that. I missed the sounds you make when you come.”
“I forgot how good you were at that,” I murmur with a smile on my face.
Ravi lays down on the couch beside me and snugs me up against him.
“Is it weird that in the past two weeks we’ve both had our mouths on each other’s genitals but haven’t kissed since I’ve been back?”
I tense involuntarily as Ravi leans down to kiss me. I turn my face at the last second so his lips graze my cheek instead. When he pulls back the rejection and confusion is obvious in his eyes.
“So we can get each other off, but we can’t kiss?”
“Getting each other off is simple, it’s just scratching an itch. What is the purpose of kissing aside from intimacy?” I challenge.
Ravi furrows his brow as he contemplates this.
“Hadley, I...”
“Don’t kiss me unless you want to give this a real shot.”
He opens his mouth to respond when the sound of the front door sends us flying apart. I hastily pull my shorts on as Ravi wipes the back of his hand across his mouth and then runs his hands through his hair in an attempt to curb the ‘just fucked’ look.
“Hey guys,” Chase greets us and then plops down on the couch between Ravi and I, seemingly completely oblivious to the situation. Ravi’s jaw ticks and I force my gaze to the television.
“You alright dude, you seem tense?” Chase asks.
“Yeah, I’m fanfuckingtastic,” Ravi bites out before launching himself off of the couch and stalking towards his bedroom.
“What’s up with him?”
I shrug, chewing on my thumbnail.
“What’s with the two of you? You guys fighting or something?”
“Nah.”
“Oookaay,” Chase says with a shake of his head.
“Sorry, I didn’t know you were coming over.” I shake my head, trying to clear away what happened with Ravi seconds before Chase showed up.
“I feel like I haven’t really gotten to see you much since I’ve gotten back to town, I figured I drop in and we could hang out,” he says with a shrug. “Maybe order a pizza, get some beer, just like old times.”
“Sorry I’ve been so busy. You know how it is, work, friends...” I trail off as I grab my phone and place an order for two large pizzas. When I look over at Chase again I see a sadness in his eyes that wasn’t there before.
“Damn, Had, when’d you go and get a life without me?” He tries to pass it off with a joking tone but his question cuts my heart a little. He’s right, before he went away to New York we never had separate lives. Since the minute we emerged from the womb, hell maybe even before we emerged from the womb, we’ve done everything together. We’ve had the same friends, the same hobbies, and everyone accepted that we came as a package deal.
“You’ve got your own life, too. You’re this big shot NYU student, no need for your townie sister anymore.”
He puts an arm around my shoulders and pulls me in for a bone crushing hug.
“Don’t say that Had, we’re always going to need each other. You and me against the world, remember?”
“I remember.” My words burn my throat a little as I think about how I made his own best friend betray him.
“Okay, no more of this sad shit. Pizza’s on its way and I’m going to spend the rest of the night owning you in Mortal Combat.”
“You’re on,”
Chapter 12
Ravi
After Chase nearly caught me going down on his sister I’ve spent the last week avoiding him, and doing my best to avoid Hadley as well, while I try to get my head on straight.
I take a deep breath to try to ease the nausea in my stomach brought on by the antiseptic smell of the hospital. I’d been “lucky” enough to land a job as a nursing assistant at the local hospital. It’ll help me get letters of recommendation and hours of experience for my med school application. And, as a gurney with a screaming man is rolled past my I see spots in front of my eyes and have to clutch the wall to keep from fainting. This is my third shift and I already dread my time here as much as one might dread a colonoscopy. My stomach knots knowing that this is a harbinger of my future.
“Ravi,” A middle aged nurse calls out to me. “Can you come give Mr. Wells a sponge bath?”
Seriously, fuck my life.
*****
As soon as I enter the apartment after my shift at the hospital the sound of Hadley’s voice is drifting from the kitchen. Like a moth to a flame I immediately head towards it.
“Tell me again why you’re avoiding Asher?”
“I’m not avoiding him,” Eve argues. “I just don’t want him to worry about me. With the trial coming up I’m such a mess, thinking about having to face Brahm again. And, Asher can tell that I’m not myself. He’s so worried about me he hasn’t even been able to focus on his work.”
“So you’re hiding out here so he can work?” Hadley clarifies.
I peek into the kitchen to see Hadley’s long legs on full display. I bite back a groan watching Hadley lean over the counter as she talks to Eve. She’s wearing my ‘Jedi in the streets, Sith in the sheets’ tee shirt and the shortest shorts I’ve ever seen. Looking that tempting should be illegal.
“Well, feel free to hang around as long as you want. And, if you want to talk about Brahm or anything, I’m here for you.”
“I most certainly do not want to talk about Brahm. I want to talk about what’s going on between you and Ravi.” Eve bumps her shoulder against Hadley’s.
I know I shouldn’t be eavesdropping, but...I’m only human.
“Not much to tell.”
“Oh, whatever. Is that why you’re wearing his tee shirt and shorts that barely cover your hoo-ha?” Eve accuses.
“Fine, maybe I was hoping to get his attention. It’s stupid. He’s seeing that gorgeous girl who his parents love. They’re probably going to get married and have a million babies.”
“Yes, clearly the jealousy indicates that there’s nothing going on with the two of you,” Eve mocks.
“I’m not denying that I want to ride his cock, I’m denying that he’s going to be willing to face my brother.”
Okay, I’ve heard enough. I clear my throat and they both stand up quickly, obviously aware they’ve been caught.
“Hear anything interesting?” Hadley bites out.
The fire in her eyes is enough to make me want to throw her down and fuck her senseless.
“Nope,” I lie, skirting around her to grab a beer from the fridge.
When I turn around Eve is looking anxiously between Hadley and I, trying to decide if she should leave or not. A knock at the door makes her decision for her.
“That must be Asher. I’ll see you later.” Eve gives Hadley a meaningful look before scurrying out of the apartment.
I rake my eyes over Hadley again and her words echo in my mind. I’m not denying that I want to ride his cock.
I set my beer down and step around the counter, claiming all of her personal space. Her words echo in my mind. Don’t kiss me unless you mean it.
“Ravi-”
“Shut up, Sweetheart.”
I grab the back of her head and crash my lips against hers. I immediately groan with need. She tastes so fucking sweet, and so unbelievably tempting. I reach around and grab her ass to pull her firmly against my aching erection. When I grind against her she whimpers with need.
“Either go get in my bed right now or I’m going to sprea
d you out on the kitchen table and have you for dinner.”
Hadley’s breath catches and her eyes blaze with lust and excitement. Without protest she hurries down the hallway to my bedroom.
“Take your shorts off,” I instruct gruffly.
She immediately wiggles out of her shorts and tosses them to the floor.
The sight of her spread out on my bed in nothing but panties and my tee shirt is like a dream come true. My chest aches with longing and I can’t hold back the strangled sound that escapes my throat. I crawl onto the foot of the bed and part Hadley’s slim, creamy thighs. My mouth actually waters. Unable to contain myself, I reach up and yank her black lacey panties down her thighs. Hadley gasps and my cock hardens to an almost painful extent.
“Take your shirt off,” I command roughly.
Hadley’s eyes widen and fill with lust. I’ve never been so forceful with her. I’m not sure who likes it more, her or me. Fuck, I didn’t realize before now how unbelievably sick I am of everyone else calling the shots for me. My parents decided on my college major and my future career. Chase decided on who I couldn’t date. It feels really fucking good to be in charge of something for once. Even better now that she’s laid beneath me, panting for my commands. And, I fucking love it.
She strips my tee shirt over her head quickly and tosses it aside. Her dusky pink nipples harden enticingly. I creep forward until I’m level with her neck. I bury my face there in the crook and inhale deeply. She smells like summer and strawberries, like she always has. She smells like home.
“Take your pants off,” She pleads.
I shake my head ‘no’ and graze her collarbone with my teeth like I imagined doing the other night. She whimpers and reaches for the waistband of my jeans. I grab her hand and firmly pin it over her head.
Her thighs squeeze together slightly and she gasps breathlessly. I kiss my way down to her taut nipple. Her skin is deliciously soft beneath my lips. When my mouth sweeps over her pebble nipple she cries out and grinds her hips against my bulging erection.
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