Something for the Pain (Pain #2)

by Victoria Ashley

  Yanking my shirt over my head, I steel my jaw at Lucas and toss it down beside me. He looks like a fucking kid on Christmas morning. I hate the way that he’s watching this. I hate that fucking look in his eyes, but it’s about to change once I get started. He may enjoy this . . . at first.

  Looking up at Tripp, I keep my eyes on hers while leaning in to press my lips against the inside of her right thigh. I feel her leg jerk as her head leans back and her hands reach out to grip the blanket. It’s almost as if she can’t handle me touching her there. I want to see her reaction again, so I run my lip up her thigh, getting higher and higher, until I’m just below her panty line. I kiss her inner thigh and then gently bite it, leaving a wet but shallow teeth mark behind.

  This time her whole body jerks and a small moan sounds from her delicate lips. I love that sound coming from her lips, and knowing that I caused it . . . makes me love it even more.

  Fuck me . . .

  I lean in and kiss her panty-covered pussy, before pulling her so close that her legs are practically wrapped around my neck. Then with a growl that is sure to vibrate through her pussy, I press my mouth against her heat and suck her lips through the thin fabric.

  “Shit,” she moans. “Alex . . . that . . . that feels . . . crap.” She grips the blanket tighter as I pull her clit between my teeth and play with it, before breathing heavily against her wet pussy. Between my mouth and her arousal, her panties are soaking fucking wet.

  I can see her chest rise and fall with every breath she takes, letting me know by the rhythm that she probably wants it just as much as I do, possibly for as long too. I can’t believe that it’s actually about to happen. Maybe not for the reason I expected, and a little different than I imagined, but still happening. This moment is ours.

  That thought has me so wound up I tear her panties from her body. Biting my bottom lip and quickly releasing with a deep growl, I swipe my tongue out and allow it to trail up the inside of her thigh, teasing her with my mouth again. I can already see her juices dripping, and all I want to do is lick her clean, to show her what I’m willing to do to her. I’ll give this woman anything and everything she ever fucking wanted or wants. I’m just not sure if she wants that outside of tonight.

  Grasping her thighs in my hands, I push her legs at an outward angle toward her breasts for better access. The sight of her pussy open for me is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and the thought of another man seeing it surprisingly angers the fuck out of me.

  I slowly trail my tongue through the wetness of her pussy, spreading it upward, and torturing her clit with the tip of my barbell. She moans long and deep, and her whole body shakes with pleasure as I lightly suck her clit into my mouth for the first time, at the same time I slip a finger into her tight cunt.

  I suck and lick while moving my finger in and out in a slow, consistent motion, never losing rhythm. The way her hips are grinding against my face and her hands gripping my hair, I know that she is about to lose it, even faster than I expected. A sense of pride has me smiling against her pussy for a second.

  My eyes veer to Lucas. The way that he is sitting up straight and watching with hard eyes, tells me that he’s never seen Tripp react this way to the sexual pleasure he’s been giving her. This is his chance to learn a thing or two. That still doesn’t mean she’ll do this for him. . . . In fact, I hope she doesn’t.

  “I’m coming . . . Alex!” Her hands dig into my hair and her legs squeeze my face so tightly that I can barely breathe. I bear it, and just squeeze her thighs as I suck her clit into my mouth while her orgasm rides out, showing me from the intensity that she has definitely wanted this to happen with us for a while. She’s been imagining this moment for at least the past week. That’s good enough for me.

  Once her body stops shaking, I reach up and grab her wrists, while looking up to meet her eyes. She looks down at me, breathing heavily, trying hard to catch her breath.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful.” Picking her up, I lay her back down on the bed, before crawling above her and placing my palm to her cheek, allowing myself the pleasure of seeing her flushed face and chest. Without hesitation she leans into it, and kisses it gently, but then as if she just realized what she did, she turns her face away, clearly embarrassed to show me affection.

  “Don’t turn away from me, Tripp. Never turn away from me.” I grab her chin and turn it up to look at me. Her eyes meet mine as she looks up at me in silence, her face still red. “In this moment, I want you to do anything and everything that you want. This is our moment . . . together. Understand?”

  Nodding her head, she smiles small, before turning her head to look at Lucas in the corner of the room.

  Running both my hands through her hair, I pull her attention back to me. “Lucas doesn’t exist right now, babe. This was his idea, remember,” I whisper against her lips. “It’s Alex and Tripp . . .”

  My words must set her off, because before I know it her arms wrap around my neck and she pulls me down so hard that our heads slam into each other’s. It doesn’t slow us down though. Her lips eagerly claim mine as if her life depends on it, and she bites me so damn hard that I can taste blood. Fuck me, it’s hot.

  I sit back on my knees, before pulling her up to hers, and then grab the bottom of her dress to work on stripping her, while keeping my lips against hers. Once her dress reaches her head, I release her lips long enough to pull it off and throw it in Lucas’ direction, before claiming her as mine once again.

  She tastes so damn good that I never want to stop kissing her. This test is going to be harder than I imagined.

  Pulling away from the kiss, I take a second to admire her body and let her know just how beautiful she is to me. The only thing left to remove is her bra, and watching her tits fall out in all their perfection is going to make me lose my shit. I got a glimpse of them in the pool that night and I haven’t been able to erase them from my memory since.

  Reaching behind her with one hand, I undo her bra, watching as it falls down the front of her arms and catches, before she wiggles her way out of it, letting me remove it completely.

  She’s fully naked in front of me and I swear on my life that I can’t fucking breathe. Her beauty is enough to make any man fall to his knees and worship her. I’m definitely no exception.

  “Pure fucking perfection.” I lower back on my heels and grab her hips, only a small distance between us. I swear I could admire the curves of her body all day long. “Come here.”

  Her eyes glance down to my jeans, before she comes in closer and places her hands on my chest. “Are you sure about this, Alex?” Her voice comes out in a pained whisper and her eyes keep going down to my jeans as if she can’t wait to get them off. “We can never take this back.”

  “No,” I admit, “But it’s too late to stop now. I won’t.” I stand on my knees again and grab her hands, before placing them on the waist of my jeans. “Take them off, Tripp. I need to be inside you.”

  Her hands shake a bit as she slowly undoes my jeans and then pulls the zipper down. Her reaction to me not wearing anything underneath is worthy of becoming a memory that I want to hold onto for the rest of my life. I’ve never seen such passion and desire in her eyes in the entire time I have known her. It’s beautiful on her, and the thought of her giving that look to another man causes an ache in my chest, but I push the thought aside.

  “Pull them down, Tripp. Let me show Lucas how you deserve to be fucked . . .”

  Lucas moves, making himself more visible. He takes on an expression that I didn’t expect to see so early on. He looks scared . . . almost regretful, as if he’s starting to think this was a bad idea. Maybe he’s seeing something that he doesn’t like: his woman enjoying her best friend more than she enjoys him. Not only is it her best friend, but the one man that knows every fucking thing about her. He has one advantage over me, only one, and that is knowing already what it feels like to be inside of her, but not for long . . .

  Doing as told, Tripp
pulls my jeans down, swallowing hard as my thick erection springs free, causing Tripp’s breathing to overpower every sound in this room.

  I can see Lucas rubbing his hand over his hardened dick, but the look in his eyes is unmistakable as he watches to see what happens next.

  Not wasting any more time, I grip the back of Tripp’s neck and roughly press my lips to hers, while laying her down below me and maneuvering out of my jeans; my favorite pair.

  I want nothing more than to slip inside of her bare and have her in the one way that she hasn’t allowed Lucas to, but I have a feeling if I did that, then there would be no turning back. I’m not sure if I can handle being the first one to be inside of her that way. I’ve already been the first to almost everything else, but this would be too big. Even for me . . .

  Reaching beside the bed, I open the drawer and pull out a condom. I kiss her lips one more time, trailing kisses down her neck, breasts, and stomach, before kissing my way back up to her lips.

  Looking her in the eyes, I rip the condom wrapper open with my teeth. It’s still completely surreal that I’m about to sink deep inside of her and feel what it’s like to make love to her.

  I have never felt this desperate to be inside a woman, and it’s taking everything in me not to just ram myself between those sweet thighs.

  I slip the condom on and roll it up my length, before I grab her hips and flip her over, causing a surprised moan to escape her lips. “Shit, Tripp. I hope you’re ready.” Running my hands up the roundness of her ass, I grip her cheeks, spreading them apart as I slide into the wetness of her tight, heated cunt, and push in as deep as it will allow me and stop.

  “Oh shit . . .” I remain still for a second, giving her time to adjust to my size, before slowly pulling out and shoving my cock back in, even deeper this time.

  She growls and grips the blanket, preparing for more. I pull out and push back into her, rolling my hips in and out while I moan. Cupping her breasts in my hands, I pull her body up to meet mine so that her back is pressed against my chest.

  This position is deep and passionate. That’s exactly why I chose it. This is how a real woman should get pleasured. This is how Tripp should feel all the time.

  I lean in and run my tongue up the side of her neck, before sucking in her earlobe and whispering, “This is how you should always feel, Tripp. Never fucking forget that.” Grabbing her chin, I twist her face and turn it enough to allow me to run my tongue over her lips as I push back into her.

  We both moan out and hold each other as tightly as we can. I continue to push in and out, slow and hard, giving her every inch of me. My arms are wrapped around her body and her arms are gripping my arms . . . tightly. So fucking tight.

  “Alex,” she moans, making my heart jump. “You feel so good inside me. I want you deeper. Please,” she begs. “I don’t care if it hurts. I want it.”

  Her words cause me to lose the little bit of control that I have. I thrust into her hard and fast while loudly breathing in her ear and pulling her body as close to mine as humanly possible.

  The sounds of me pounding into her along with our heavy panting fills the room, and before long I feel her trembling in my arms, holding on to me for support. As soon as I feel her pussy clamp around my dick, I reach around and rub her clit, making her orgasm that much more enjoyable.

  “Holy shit! Alex!” She screams out. Loud. Really fucking loud. “Alex!”

  I hold on to her and press my lips against her neck as she rides her orgasm out. She’s clenching me so hard that it hurts my dick. No lie. When she comes, she comes hard . . . or maybe it’s just with me. I hope it’s just with me. Fuck Lucas.

  Wanting to look at her face when I come inside of her, I pull out and flip her over with quickness, before burying myself between her legs again.

  With one hand on her thigh and the other behind her neck, I thrust into her slow and hard while trailing kisses all over her upper body. I have to admit that I’m a little surprised myself that I’m allowing myself to get so intimate during sex. I never allow this, ever, but with her I can’t stop myself. Even with him watching, or maybe it’s because he’s watching that I want it. . . . I can’t really tell.

  As soon as I feel my orgasm building, I suck Tripp’s bottom lip into my mouth and bite at the same time that I release myself into the condom, deep inside of her.

  Her nails dig into my back and her legs tighten around my ass, pushing me in as deep as I can go. “Fuck . . . Tripp. You feel so good.”

  I roll over on my back, pulling Tripp on top of me for one last kiss. I get this overwhelming but odd sensation to just hold her close while we fall asleep, but then I look beside us to see Lucas leaning against the wall, releasing himself into his fist. The moment shatters and I’m reminded of what this is: a lesson for that asshole.

  Maybe I’m that asshole . . .

  “Holy shit,” Lucas says, breaking the silence. “I wasn’t expecting so much passion and shit . . .” He pushes away from the wall. “But it works. It was . . . it was pretty fucking hot. I won’t lie.” He adjusts himself back into his pants, putting his dick away that I never even heard him take out, let alone stroking himself off as he watched, but leaves his pants undone since one hand is still in a fist.

  Tripp looks at me one last time before rolling off of me and grabbing her dress to cover up. “Well you got what you wanted Lucas,” she says stiffly. “Hope that you’re happy.”

  She looks between the two of us, before turning toward the bathroom. “I’m tired. I . . . I think I’m going to bed.”

  Lucas looks at me and bites his bottom lip as Tripp disappears into the bathroom. “There’s a lot more to you than I expected. I guess I see why the ladies keep coming around.” He laughs and heads for the hallway. “I guess you wore my girl out for the night. Looks like I’ll have to wait. It’s a good thing I took care of it myself.” He pauses and looks at me one more time. “Thanks, man. I knew you were a good sport.”

  I nod my head, but don’t say a word as he lets himself out of my room. He may be thanking me, but I can tell he’s dying on the inside. He felt exactly what I felt as soon as I entered Tripp. It was evident in both of our eyes how much we feel for each other.

  Now I just hope we can get back to where we were before it’s too late.

  Running my hands through my hair, I sit here completely naked, breathing hard and staring at the door that Tripp—my firecracker—disappeared through.

  Fuck . . . That’s all I can say. Fuck . . .

  SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!

  Fighting to catch my breath, I fall against the bathroom door and place my hand over my heaving chest. I thought I could handle this. I thought I could close my mind off and not let my feelings get in the mix, but I was wrong. I was wrong in so many ways.

  Alex . . . my best friend . . . was inside of me.

  Every kiss, every talented caress of his fingertips, and the feel of him inside me will haunt me for the rest of my life. There are no words to describe the way I’m feeling right now. I feel as if I’ve just made love for the first time, and not just some meaningless romp beneath the sheets . . . but love. I don’t think I should be feeling this right now. Stop! I need to push this far from my mind and remember that this will never happen again. I need to accept what just happened for what it truly was: a lesson for Lucas.

  That’s what Alex said it would be. I need to remember that, even though it felt like so much more. So much more.

  Closing my eyes, I run both of my hands down my face, letting my dress fall to the floor beside me. Everything in me wants to turn back around and crawl into his arms, naked, and hold him until I fall asleep on his strong chest. I’ve never had this urge after sex. I always kick Lucas out.

  If that’s the case then why is this feeling so overwhelming? My stomach is in complete knots just thinking about not being able to be close to him right now. This is a foreign feeling to me after sex. The only thing I can think about after sex with Lucas is getting him out of my
bed before he thinks he’s welcome to sleep in it.

  Alex is different. He’s always been different and now that I’ve had him in the most intimate way I’m afraid that I’ll only want more from him. I can’t have that and I know it. It hurts so much just thinking about it, but we have too much riding on it. We’re friends. Best friends.

  This is all so confusing. What if Lucas knows? He watched the whole thing. “Oh my God.” My breathing picks up as I think about him being there. He had to have seen the way I reacted to Alex. My whole body surrendered to his. He completely owned me, and that is something that Lucas has never been able to do.

  I just hope that Lucas doesn’t realize how much I truly wish that he were Alex, or how much I wish that it could be Alex that I’m with and not him. That could mess up everything that I’ve had with both of them over the years.

  Playing this off and pretending that I just want to be friends with Alex is going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, especially seeing him with other girls so freely.

  How am I going to do this?

  Pressing my face against the door, I run my hand through my tangled, wet mess of hair and listen to the sound of Alex pacing his room.

  Things don’t have to change . . . I can pretend. Right?

  THE NEXT MORNING I WAKE up extremely tense and on edge. I guess if you can call it waking up. I didn’t sleep much at all. I spent most of the night watching the bathroom door as if waiting for Alex to come through it. He didn’t . . . and I have to admit that it had me extremely stressed out. A part of me hoped that he would and that everything would go back to feeling normal between us. It made it hard to sleep.

  Every time I would close my eyes and try to force myself to sleep, images of Alex on top of me flooded my thoughts, making me sweat. The passionate look in his grayish eyes kept me fighting for air. There is absolutely no way in hell I will ever be able to forget last night, but to Alex, it may just be another night for him. He’s used to sleeping with numerous girls and keeping his feelings out of the mix. I guess you could even call him a pro at it.