by K. Webster
“Yes, I am, and it totally sucks because it can’t happen, Bray,” she told me firmly.
It was my turn to frown. “What can’t happen, Olive? Sex? I just want to kiss you. Don’t you want to kiss me? That’s all we’ll do,” I promised. When she didn’t respond, I leaned forward until my lips were almost touching hers. Her eyes fluttered closed, giving me the permission I needed. I pressed my lips to hers and she melted to me.
Our kiss started out sweet, lips only. I was finally able to suck that plump lip into my mouth, and it tasted better than I’d imagined. When she moaned and parted her mouth, I slipped my tongue into her mouth where her own met mine. The innocent kiss turned into a needy, hungry one.
I brought a hand to her face and gently stroked her cheek. Her tiny hands slid up to my shoulders, tentatively touching me. Needing her closer to me, I dragged her over into my lap. She yelped in surprise but quickly made herself comfortable as she straddled my lap.
We continued to kiss deeply. Neither one of us made any moves to progress any further than what we were doing even though we both clearly wanted more. The way she was grinding herself into my hard cock, which was pressed against my jeans, was a distinct indication of just how much she wanted me.
My hands slithered up and down her back. I wanted so badly to rip her clothes off and fuck her right then. As if realizing I wanted to push things further, she pulled away, breathing heavily.
“Bray, we should stop,” she panted unconvincingly.
“Do you want to stop, Olive?” I asked, thrusting my hips upwards.
Her eyes closed again as she allowed me to press myself into her.
“Olive, I want to taste you—everywhere,” I practically begged as she rode me through my clothes, meeting me thrust for thrust. I cupped her small breasts through her top and she moaned again. Slipping a hand down, I thumbed her clit through her shorts and she melted to me.
“Yes, Bray, yes,” she pleaded as her breathing intensified.
Not waiting her to change her mind, I stood up with her and her legs wrapped around my hips as she held on. I sort of half-stumbled towards the only open bedroom door and she giggled. If we felt bad about this later, we could blame it on being drunk.
“Leave the lights off,” she commanded once we stepped into her room.
Obeying her, I shut and locked the door behind us and set her down. She grabbed my hand and led me blindly to her bed. I felt her hands reach for the bottom of my shirt and pull it over my head. Two tiny hands slid over my chest, feeling each groove between my muscles. They finally made their way down and unfastened my jeans. I helped her slide them down and groaned when both of her hands gripped my cock.
“You’re so big,” she praised, stroking it.
Needing to touch her, I grabbed her head and pulled her to me for another deep kiss. I kicked off my jeans the rest of the way along with my shoes. Reaching behind her, I cupped her small, round ass.
“I need to be inside you. Now,” I growled and yanked off her shirt. She yelped in surprise but didn’t push me away.
One quick unhook of her bra and her perky tits were free. I leaned down, sucking one into my mouth, and she purred like a fucking kitten. My hands found the top of her shorts and got them off of her in record speed. The tiny shred of material that were her panties disappeared an instant later.
I slid a hand down and cupped her sex. She was smoothly shaven down there, and I nearly came from the idea of it.
“I want to see you,” I mumbled as I began stroking her between her folds. She moaned but made no moves to turn on a lamp.
“No, please,” she answered nervously.
Something about the tone of her voice made me drop the subject. I quickened the pace of my finger and she was soon shuddering around me as an orgasm coursed through her.
All sanity went out the window once Bray and I had crossed the line by kissing. Now I was about to have sex with the man who’d nearly ruined my best friend and I didn’t care in that heated moment. It made me a total bitch, but all I could think about was him. He enchanted me with his voice, his body, his taste, his scent. How in the world could he break through and make me feel desired and safe? Feeling safe was definitely a new feeling for me.
“Bray, I want you so bad,” I whispered against his lips.
His strong arms lifted me up and my legs wrapped instinctively around him. I felt him guide his cock to my entrance, and once the tip was in the right place, I pushed myself down onto it. We both gasped at the sensation. He was huge but I was wet and easily slid over him.
Once settled, with his massive arms he bounced me up and down his length. Both of his large hands gripped my ass as he guided me at a pace we both enjoyed. My arms were locked around his neck, holding on for dear life.
When he stumbled again, causing me to giggle loudly, I realized we were pretty drunk, and having sex this way was probably dangerous.
“Put me on the bed,” I purred, pulling his lip into my mouth. He complied, and we soon picked up our pace once again.
Drake had given me a few orgasms in our time together but never once while he was inside me. My heart pounded as I realized I was about to have another one with Bray. Electric tingles slid down my body right to my core. The shudders that suddenly convulsed through my body were violent and exquisite all the same.
“Bray,” I moaned as a tear slipped out of my eye. Moments later, I felt him spill his own orgasm into me. He collapsed on me, breathing heavily. I threaded my fingers through his hair and scratched his scalp.
“Mmmm,” he groaned appreciatively. Wanting to keep him happy, I continued until his soft snores eventually lulled me to sleep as well.
It was still dark when I awoke to kisses on my neck. Bray was growing hard within me, and when he realized I was awake, he started slowly sliding in and out.
“You feel so good, Olive,” he murmured into my neck. I could feel another orgasm creeping up, and I sighed happily.
“So do you, Bray. Go faster,” I urged. He picked up the pace and we both came together moments later.
Rolling us over to where I was on top, he gently stroked my back. I curled up to his hard chest and enjoyed the sweet closeness that was something Drake and I had never shared. We once again fell asleep in each other’s arms.
The morning light shone through the window waking me up. My head throbbed violently as I tried to recall the events from last night. A groan from beside me made me swivel my head towards the sound. The beautiful naked form that was Bray lay sprawled out beside me, a big muscular arm tossed across my scarred belly. Something about the sight of his arm stretched over the nasty engraving jerked me from my stupor. Crap!
What in the hell have we done? This was Andi’s ex for crying out loud. What kind of bitch am I? I slipped out from underneath him and ran to the bathroom in my room, yanking my robe over me. Stalking back into the room, I shook his massive body.
“Bray, get up!” I hissed, not wanting to wake anyone else in the apartment.
He groaned and patted the bed beside him. “Olive, come back to bed and cuddle with me,” he grunted, his voice thick with sleep.
“Get up. Seriously, like now. If Andi finds out about this, she’ll hate me. Now get up, please,” I begged, tears forming in my eyes. He must have heard the desperation in my voice because he turned over to look at me, his eyes red and squinting.
“Fuck,” he mumbled, realization kicking in. I hurried to the other side of the bed and picked up his clothes, tossing them at him.
“Hurry,” I pleaded. This time, the tears won over.
He quickly put his clothes on and came over to where I was standing. “Olive, when can I see you again?” he asked, wiping a tear from my cheek.
I shook my head and took a step back, needing to avoid his close proximity. “Bray, never. We can’t do this again, ever. Please don’t make this any harder than it needs to be. We were drunk and stupid.”
He frowned at my words and gently wiped another tear away
.
“We’ll talk to her. Andi is reasonable and happy with Jackson now. She’ll understand. She will want you to be happy,” he reasoned with me.
“No, I won’t do that to her. Now get out,” I ordered, anger lacing my voice.
“Olive—” he began, but I interrupted him by pushing him away from me.
“Get. Out,” I hissed, pointing at the door. I was being a complete bitch, but I couldn’t risk Andi or Pepper seeing him in my room.
Shaking his head, he slipped on his shoes and stalked out of the bedroom. Moments later, I heard the front door slam shut. Sinking to my bed, I cried my eyes out for the rest of the afternoon because of my betrayal to my best friend.
Last night with Olive had been amazing. The fact that she wanted to end it before it had even begun because of what Andi and Pepper might think pissed me off. For Olive to ignore the chemistry we had… I was left dumbfounded.
I spent the entire day at work trying to figure out how to convince her to give us a shot. At one point, I almost blurted it out to Andi. I was almost sure she would be okay with it. But the fact that Olive was worried about her reaction made me refrain from dropping that bomb on her without Olive’s permission.
Several times I looked at my phone but realized I couldn’t call or text her since we hadn’t traded numbers. Finally, I decided I would take a chance and swing by the apartment later. Andi was talking about going to dinner later with Jackson and his mom. Jordan and Pepper had the gala. I hoped I could catch her by herself so we could talk.
After a busy day at work, I picked up some Chinese takeout on the way to her place. When she answered the door, her face was one of shock and pleasant surprise. The latter of which she quickly masked away.
“Can we talk?” I asked her, holding up the takeout. She eyed it suspiciously but finally, reluctantly, nodded.
I followed her in and couldn’t take my eyes from her ass in the cotton shorts that barely covered it. Her long brown legs stretched out underneath them all the way to her bare feet. She turned to face me once we made it into the kitchen. The tight white tank top revealed that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and I felt myself growing hard at the sight.
“What is there to talk about?” she asked nervously as she crossed her arms over her chest ending my peep show.
Dragging my eyes back to her face, I frowned. “Olive, I want to see you again. We have undeniable chemistry. Let’s see where it takes us. I haven’t felt this pull to someone since…” I stupidly trailed off.
She looked down, and that damn pouty lip jutted out. “Since Andi,” she finished for me. “Bray, she’s my best friend. I can’t do this. We had a one-night stand. End of story.” Her chin quivered slightly, and I suddenly felt like an asshole.
“I’m sorry, Olive. I don’t want to hurt Andi either. Believe it or not, I care about her. But I also can’t deny what we had last night,” I proclaimed. Her eyes flicked up to mine, and they held uncertainty in them this time. Taking advantage of her indecision, I walked up to her, leaving only a couple of inches between us. Her breathing became heavy at our closeness.
Leaning forward, I captured her mouth with mine, and she dissolved into my embrace. Her arms snaked around my neck as I kissed her deeply, pushing her back against the counter. Lifting her onto the counter, I quickly unfastened my slacks, letting them drop to the floor. Her eyes dropped to my cock, which was begging to be let free from my boxers, and she bit her bottom lip. I pulled it out and stroked it once before reaching over and sliding her shorts to the side, giving me a prime view of her smooth pussy. Dipping my head, I licked her between the folds and she nearly bucked herself off the counter.
“You like that?” I asked her, looking up from under my lashes at her. She nodded vigorously.
Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back. When I licked her again, her mouth parted and she whimpered. I tongued her again, finding just the spot that made her jump, this time paying special attention to it. After only a short while of sucking and tasting it, she came wildly, moaning my name.
Not wasting any time, I squatted and reached into the pocket of my pants, located a condom, and quickly put it on. Her legs were still quivering from her orgasm. Pulling her to the edge of the counter, I once again pulled her shorts to the side and slammed into her.
“Oh God, Bray!” she shouted as I began pounding into her. Her fingers found my hair and pulled a little roughly. When I started to pull her tank top off, she nearly jumped off the counter from trying to stop me. She was self-conscious about something. It couldn’t be her weight—she was perfectly thin. I settled for nibbling her nipple through the thin material of her tank.
When I felt her already tight pussy clenching around my cock with her orgasm, I lost control and came immediately. After a few seconds, I pulled away from her.
“Tell me that wasn’t amazing,” I teased, causing her to grin back at me.
“It was okay,” she joked and looked at her fingernail, feigning boredom.
Laughing at her, I tickled her ribs, making her squeal.
“Cut it out, Bray!” she shrieked.
Grabbing hold of her hands, I helped her off the counter. I dropped the condom into the trashcan and pulled my pants back up. While she ran off to the bathroom to clean up, I washed my hands and made my way over to the bag of food.
“You hungry?” I asked once she returned, and I opened the boxes and set them on the counter.
She nodded and pulled some plates from the cabinet. After we sat down to eat, she spoke again.
“Bray? How will this work? I can’t tell her,” she uttered sadly as she ate.
“Why don’t we try? I think you’re worrying more about it than she will,” I answered honestly. I saw the way Andi and Jackson were. Our relationship was most definitely a thing of the past.
“No. I can’t tell her. Bray, I am a horrible friend,” she said tearfully.
I reached over and took hold of her hand. “Olive, we won’t tell her until you’re ready. If you want to hide it from her, fine. I don’t feel comfortable sneaking around, but I’ll take what I can get at this point,” I agreed. She smiled at me, and it was one of relief.
“Thanks. I promise, I’ll tell her when the time is right.”
I had a feeling that not telling Andi from the beginning might end up backfiring on us.
He’d come back. I was a terrible person for what we were doing, but I didn’t want to stop. Bray made me feel things I’d never felt with Drake before. All of my insecurities and fears seemed to vanish when I was around him—well, almost all of them. Because of this, I selfishly wanted him even though I knew it would hurt Andi. There had to be away to have Bray without hurting her. In the meantime, I would hide our relationship from both her and Pepper. Where Andi would be upset, Pepper would be pissed. Pissed Pepper was a scary thought.
“Olive, I want to take you out. Do you want to go get drinks or something?” he asked after we tossed or leftovers into the trash. I frowned because, even though we were drawn together almost by an invisible magnetic field, we didn’t know the first thing about one another. He had no idea about my social anxiety, fearing that I’d run into Drake publically.
“Um, Bray, let’s take things slow. Maybe another day. I want to hang out here tonight while we have the place to ourselves,” I told him, trying to avoid the subject.
He studied me for a moment before nodding his head. “Okay. I can agree with that,” he smiled, pulling me into the living room with him.
Once we made our way over to the recliner, he sat down and I dropped into his lap. I curled into his chest and his large arms wrapped protectively around me. We sat that way for a while before either of us spoke. Finally, I broke the silence.
“Tell me about yourself, Bray. All I know about you is what happened with you and Andi. Surely there are things about you that they didn't tell me.”
“Well, I’m an only child. My mom Connie and I are really close. Dad is always around but seems to be in the backgr
ound when it comes to the two of us. She went to all of my baseball games in high school and college. As you probably know, I work with the Compton brothers and Andi. I absolutely love what I do there.”
I smiled as I learned little tidbits from Bray. It was nice to be conversing with someone other than Andi and Pepper. Ever since I’d met Drake and then after I’d left him, I’d been stuck in a weird world where I worked and spent my free time at home. It was terribly lonely, especially now that the girls had boyfriends.
“What about you, Olive? What’s your story?” he asked, kissing the top of my head. Andi and Pepper knew I’d run away from an abusive relationship but didn’t know the details. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to tell anyone the specifics that had made up my time with Drake.
“Well, I always dreamed of leaving Detroit to become a New York model. My highly religious mother hated the idea. When I finally got the guts to do it, she disowned me for it. I came to the city with a bag full of clothes and a small amount of cash, but my heart was completely in it. Things weren’t looking up until I met a well-known photographer named Drake. We hit it off right away. It wasn’t until after I moved in with him that I learned he was abusive,” I admitted, allowing a tear to roll down my face and wet his shirt.
“Abusive how?” he asked quietly. His body was tense, like it was ready to snap into action.
“The specifics are better left unsaid. He crossed the line one night and I managed to escape. That next day, I found Andi and they took me in. A complete stranger. Her heart was so big, and she did it without a moment’s hesitation. Now you see why I owe her everything and would die before I hurt her. This thing between us complicates and confuses everything. And on top of feeling guilty about Andi, I feel dumbfounded as to how you just waltzed in here and squashed my fears with just one look. It really isn’t fair—the one moment I finally feel safe is one I can’t revel in.”
He squeezed me to him, and I allowed myself this temporary moment of happiness.
“Andi is a great, loving person. That’s why I think she would be okay with your dating me. I think you’ve made it to be something worse in your head than it actually is. And it makes me so fucking glad that I make you feel safe—you deserve to feel that way. Do you not ever run into him with your modeling jobs?” he asked, bringing the subject back to Drake.
