What the fuck . . .
“In a week, Lucas? One week . . . as in seven days?” I swallow hard and fight to catch my breath. I don’t know if a week is long enough. I feel as if I’m suffocating at just the thought of being serious with Lucas. That’s definitely not a good sign. “I don’t know . . .”
“A week is plenty of time, Tripp. It’s been almost a year. I really don’t want to wait anymore. I can’t. Those other girls have nothing compared to you. You wanted us to keep it light and fun . . . so that’s what I’ve been doing. After next week I’m done with that shit.”
I reach out for Lucas’ keys as he dangles them in front of me. “Sorry for being an ass. I’ll let you drive us home.”
I squeeze Lucas’ keys in my hand as he leaves me alone to say goodbye to his friends. Normally I would say my goodbyes too, but tonight I just can’t seem to bring myself to, so instead, I jump into the driver’s seat of Lucas’ vehicle and wait for him. All I really want to do right now is go home and crawl into the warmth of my cozy bed. No more thinking . . .
WHEN WE GOT BACK TO the house Lucas tried talking me into sleeping in his bed, but that’s the last thing I can force myself to do right now. Then he tried to talk me into just a quickie, which I declined as well. Lucas just needs to sleep his stupidity off and get ready for his early morning flight.
The sounds of Alex in the pool cause me to pause in the kitchen and listen for a minute. It’s taking everything in me not to go into that room, knowing damn well that Alex is most likely swimming naked. I don’t know what it is with him and naked swimming, but it’s extremely hot. I hate that it’s such a temptation.
Wondering if he ate the dinner I left him, I open the microwave to see that the plate of Steak and fried potatoes are gone. I smile to myself, knowing that it’s one of Alex’s favorite meals and that he gets extremely happy every time that I make it for him. It gives me a sense of pride.
Making my way up the stairs, I strip down to a silky camisole and my panties, before crawling into the bed and turning off the bedside lamp.
I can’t help but to toss and turn, while listening for Alex to come up to his room. Just knowing that he’s close by will help me fall asleep. It always has.
Not even forty minutes later, once I’m close to finally drifting off to never-never land, I feel the bed beside me dip and the mouthwatering scent of Alex fills the air as he slips in next to me, then pulls me into his cold, slightly wet arms and holds me like he’s been doing since we were kids . . .
Except now . . . it feels so much different.
Seven years ago . . .
I SIT UP IN BED to the sound of someone slowly raising my bedroom window. My heart swells, knowing that it’s Alex sneaking in once again. I’m starting to look forward to this very sound and I’ve been finding myself watching and waiting for it more often these days.
My heart speeds up with anticipation as he climbs inside and shuts the window behind him, trying to be quiet enough so that he doesn’t wake Tara up.
“Alex . . .” It’s dark, so I can’t really make anything out except for the dark figure coming at me, dressed in a hoodie. The hood covers his face and his body appears to be shaking. He seems to be taking his time walking toward me, as if he doesn’t want me to see him. “What’s going on? Alex?” I start to panic as he gets closer and I can finally make out the sounds of his heavy breathing.
Placing a finger to his mouth, he shushes me and crawls into bed beside me, slipping under the blankets and getting comfortable. “Go back to sleep, Tripp. It’s late.”
“What time is it?” I ask while sitting up on my knees and reaching to pull his hood down. The sight of his bloodied, swollen face in the moonlight causes me to gasp and reach out to comfort him. My hands cup his face, being careful not to hurt him even more. His right eye is so fat that he can’t even open it. “Oh my God, Alex! Are you okay? Please tell me that you’re okay. Let me take care of you,” I cry out. I can’t help but to cry whenever I see him hurt like this. It kills me so damn much, knowing what his father puts him through, and what he does to him.
Alex is my best friend. He means everything to me. I feel his pain as if it were mine. “I hate him, Alex. I hate him so damn much. Why does he have to do this to you? Why? Please leave there and stay here. I can ask Tara . . .”
“I’m fine, Firecracker. I’m going to be fine.” He gently reaches for my hands and pulls them away from his face, placing a gentle kiss to each one. “This is becoming routine for me. It gives me a reason to sneak out and sleep in your bed. You’re my something for the pain,” he says with a painful laugh. “Now lay down so I can hold you and fall asleep. I’m tired as hell and you have to get up early, babe.”
Knowing that Alex will refuse to talk about his father and what happened tonight, I pry my eyes away from his achingly beautiful face and lay down beside him, shifting to my side. I scoot in as close to him as possible, and then squeeze his arms until my nails are digging into his skin through his hoodie. In this moment I just want to be as close to him as possible. I want him to know that someone does love him. His father may not give a shit anymore, but I sure as hell do.
I hate this so much. It’s becoming more and more frequent for his father to hurt him. I’m starting to worry that if no one stops him he may end up killing him, and there’s no way that I can live without Alex. He thinks that I keep the pain away, but he’s wrong . . . he’s always been my something for the pain, not the other way around.
I can hear him struggling to breathe as he rests his head above mine and pulls me in closer. It’s ripping me apart from the inside out. Every single part of me hurts for him, as well as the thought of ever losing him.
Please don’t take him from me . . .
HOLDING TRIPP AS TIGHTLY AS I can, I try to get comfortable without hurting myself too much. I hate letting Tripp see me hurting, but I can’t stop myself from coming here to be with her after every fight. Being with her just numbs the pain and makes me believe that things will get better.
With my mother close to dying and my brother always out on the streets fighting, Tripp is the closest comfort that I have. My father has become a crazed lunatic that I can’t even look in the face anymore. He’s dead to me now; a total piece of shit that isn’t strong enough to take care of his family. He’s not a real man. A real man fights to his death to keep his family together, but he’s doing everything he can to rip us apart. I’m only sticking around for my mother and Memphis. If it weren’t for them I’d be long gone by now. Well, maybe . . .
I look down at Tripp in my arms and then I realize that isn’t true. I’m stuck here. She will always keep me here. She’ll always be my reason to come back. She’s so fucking precious to me.
I close my eyes and sigh, before running my thumb under Tripp’s eye to wipe away the tears. She’s close to falling asleep now. I can tell by her breathing. I feel bad for waking her up in the first place, but I wasn’t strong enough to be alone tonight. She’s always my strength when I have none.
I’ll spend the next two hours holding her and pretending that life is okay, and then I’ll slip out of her window and sneak back into my bedroom, where everything is far from okay.
Until then . . .
“Love you, babe,” I whisper once I know that she’s asleep; when I know that she can’t hear me.
This may be the only time I say it. If it slips again, I’ll know for sure that she means more to me than just a friend, and everything will have to change.
I’m not sure I can handle that . . .
I AWAKE IN THE MIDDLE of the night, tangled up in the warmth of Tripp’s body. The silkiness of her smooth skin against mine has me fighting with everything in me not to do something that I might regret. I didn’t come in here looking to do anything but hold her and fall asleep. We’ve slept in the same bed plenty of times before, but never with such a small amount of clothing. Her bare ass is fucking torture up against my stiff dick, and every time she moves a little . . . i
t gets harder. She’s always gotten me hard, but this is on an entirely different level. There’s definitely no hiding this one from her.
Swallowing, I lean down and press my lips against the side of Tripp’s neck while brushing her long hair away from her shoulder. I hear a small moan escape her lips as she whispers my name, her voice barely coming out.
That small breath of air is what does me in. I’m fucking fooling myself if I think I can control myself from acting on the urge to make love to her right now. She’s all that I’ve been able to think about since I got a taste the other night, and I’m a total mess over her right now. Maybe I always have been . . .
Snaking one arm around her belly, I wrap the other one around her neck and rock my hips, grinding my erection against her perky ass. Fuck the consequences. Damn, it feels so good to not hold back for once.
She moans again, but louder this time, and then stretches her neck as I pull it back and run my tongue up the length of it.
“Alex. . . . Touch me. Please.” She breathes loudly. “I can’t take you rubbing your dick against me like that and not feeling you. I can’t fight it anymore. I need you inside of me.”
“Fuck, babe,” I whisper in her ear, totally fucking losing it. “When you put it that way . . . I have no choice but to bury myself deep inside your pussy and take care of you. Fuck! You know I’ll always give you what you need. Even me,” I add, in the heat of the moment. I don’t really know what I meant by that last part, but at the moment I don’t have time to figure it out. I just need to be inside her right now.
“We really shouldn’t do this . . .” I say, in between each kiss down her arm, pulling the strap of her silky tank down lower with each kiss. “Just one more time,” I whisper. “Just for tonight, Tripp. Just two friends having fun.”
“Just for tonight,” she repeats behind me, breathing out, sounding desperate. “We can both handle one more time. Right?”
I don’t answer her, because well . . . I don’t know the answer, but I can’t worry about it at the moment.
Rolling her over on her back, I move over her, and slip my body between her legs, spreading them with my knees until my erection is pressing against her heat. I wet my lips, before roughly biting the bottom one and then lift Tripp to strip her of her shirt.
A deep growl escapes me as her beautiful breasts fall from the fabric of her shirt, just waiting to be sucked and licked by me. “So fucking beautiful . . .”
Grabbing her wrists, I hold them above her head while laying her back down and gently tugging on her right nipple with my teeth. Her body instantly reacts to it, pushing up to reach my mouth again as I pull away.
“Don’t stop.” Her arm wraps around my neck and she pulls me down until my face is planted between her breasts, her back arched off the bed. “I want to feel your mouth on me. It feels so good, Stud.”
Hearing her use her nickname for me causes my dick to somehow harden even more. It reminds me that the woman I’m about to sink into is my best friend: Tripp Daniels. I never thought this would happen; yet here I am between her beautiful legs for the second time this week.
Flicking my tongue out, I run it between her breasts, before finding her left nipple and sucking it into my mouth, teasing it with my barbell.
“Alex . . . mmm . . .” She moves her hands up to my hair and tangles her fingers in it, then pulls. I will never be able to handle her hands in my hair again after this. Shit . . .”Lower,” she whispers, pushing down on my head. “Please . . . keep going. I need you to taste me.”
Looking up at her, I run my tongue down her body, not stopping until I reach her throbbing, wet pussy. “You want my mouth here, Firecracker?” I slip my finger beneath her panties and run my finger between her slick folds. “You want me to taste you until you come again?”
Sexually frustrated, she tugs on my hair and growls at me as I slip my finger inside her tight cunt. “Yes . . . yes . . . Alex.” I pump in and out of her, causing her hips to buck off the bed. “Shit . . .” She pulls my hair so hard that I have to clench my jaw through the pain, but it only fucking makes me want her more. This woman can hurt me all she wants and I’ll still give her anything she asks for.
“You asked for it, babe.” Smirking, I pull out my fingers and rip her panties down her legs, tossing them aside, before burying my face between her thighs and sucking her clit so hard that she screams.
I’m going to eat her pussy so damn good that my mouth on her sweet spot will be the only thing she can think about while having sex with Lucas, or any other man for that matter. When she comes it will be to thoughts of my tongue tasting her in ways that no other man is capable of coming close to. It will be because of her best friend, the man that fucking knows her better than anyone else. Sorry fuckers . . .
Licking her pussy from the bottom of her slit to the top, I cause her to grip the bed sheets and moan out, preparing for me to make her explode. When she has a good grip, I place my mouth around her clit and suck, before swirling my tongue around it, being sure to use every fucking inch of my tongue. I want to taste her like I want to fucking breathe.
I lick her slow and steady, before dipping lower and fucking her with my tongue. After only a few seconds I feel her thighs already starting to shake, so I pull my tongue out, run it along her pussy, and suction her clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue up and down in a steady rhythm.
“Ah. . . . Mmmm. . . . Fuck me. Alex! Aleeeex!” Her thighs tighten around my head, squeezing just as hard, or maybe even harder than last time. “Oh my God . . . I can’t . . . I can’t take it.”
Her hands find my hair again and pull. I love it. I’ve never loved someone’s hands in my hair so much before. I need to be inside Tripp right fucking now, and I don’t care how desperate she knows I am for her either.
With quickness, I strip out of my boxer briefs and slide between her legs, gripping her thigh with one hand and the back of her neck with the other.
“Fuck, Tripp . . . I want to be inside of you more than I’ve ever wanted to be inside of another woman before. If this is the last time . . .” I stop to gently kiss her lips, biting the bottom one as I pull away and look her in the eyes. “Let’s make it count,” I whisper.
Her eyes widen as she realizes where I’m going with this. I’m just waiting for her to say no or freak out, but she doesn’t. It looks like I’ll be her first for something once again, and I hope she knows that she’s my first as well . . .
“You sure, babe?”
She nods her head. “Yes, Alex. I’m more than sure. There’s no one I trust more than you. I just need you right now.”
Squeezing her thigh, I slowly sink into her, stopping when I’m as deep as I can go. Feeling her warm, wet pussy squeezing my dick is almost enough to make me blow; not to mention the look of pure satisfaction on her beautiful face, knowing exactly what this moment means.
I’m the first man to be inside her like this and it is driving me fucking wild. My cock is the first one to fill her bare and I hope that she never forgets this moment. I won’t . . .
We both moan as I slowly pull out, wait a second, and then slam into her, taking her as deep as I can. I want her to feel every single inch of my bare dick inside of her.
“Fuck, Tripp . . .” I run my thumb over her face and smile down at her, flashing her my innocent dimples that she loves. “I’m happy as fuck to be the first man inside you like this. I’d be lying if I said otherwise.”
Her hands dig into my back as I begin pumping inside of her. “And I’d be lying if I said I haven’t dreamt of that person being you,” she says against my neck.
Looking down at her, I tilt her chin up until her eyes meet mine. Her words shocked me. I had no idea she even thought about us being sexual until Lucas brought it up. “Is that true, Tripp?” She tries to turn away, but I squeeze her chin, stopping her. “Is it?”
“Yes,” she admits.
I ask the one question that I’m afraid is going to ruin me. “For how long? How long hav
e you wanted me like this?”
“Alex . . .” she says softly. “I don’t want to do this right now. It doesn’t matter.”
“It does matter, Tripp.” Licking my lips, I lean in and press them against hers, before pulling away and looking her in the eyes again. “Tell me. I want to know.”
Her face turns red as she watches my expression, almost as if she’s afraid I’ll stop. “For as long as I can remember, Alex. It’s not a big deal, so don’t think too much into it, okay? You’re gorgeous, so it’s only natural,” she says trying to play it off, but I can tell it’s more than just that.
Well fuck. I feel like a damn idiot for bringing all of those girls around her, and now all I want to do is make up for it. Even if she isn’t my girl, I’ll still always treat her as if she is.
“Hold on fucking tight, babe.” Her arms wrap around my neck and squeeze as I grip the headboard with both hands and slam into her deep and hard, fucking her slow at first, before speeding up and causing the bed to slam against the wall.
With each thrust her screams get louder, until I have to cover her mouth with mine to smother the sounds. Not that I don’t want to hear her scream, but the sound has me close to losing my shit and coming right now. I’m not done pleasuring her yet and my legs are definitely not ready to give out on me. That means my job isn’t done.
“Alex! Deeper. . . . Keep going,” she begs. “You’re so big. . . . It feels . . . ahhh.”
Her pleas cause me to fuck her so hard that I hear shit falling off the walls from inside my room. I can only imagine that Lucas is probably getting an earful right now, but I could care less. Tripp had to listen to his sorry attempt at fucking other women. Well, now he gets to hear her get fucked good and hard . . . by the one person she trusts more than him: her best friend.
The first time was a learning experience; me breaking her in and showing her what it’s like to be cared for by me. This . . . this is me showing her that I can own her body and take care of it in any way that she wants or needs, and also that I can learn her likes and dislikes. I can be slow and sweet like a gentleman or I can fuck so hard and deep that she feels me inside her for weeks. In this case . . . I think she needs to feel me. I’ve been holding back for way too long.
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