Page 18 of Blocking Her Love

“No words,” I manage. “Feel.” I’m unable to maintain my slow thrust and retreat, the speed and force of my hips increasing with each moan, each gasp, each desperate word of encouragement.

“Almost,” she sighs.

Balanced on one elbow, I slip my hand between us and find her clit. Stroking in counterpoint to my thrusts, I bring her closer then tip her over the edge. She covers her mouth as she screams my name. I feel the rumble of it along with the rhythmic pull of her walls trying to draw me in deeper. It’s all I need and piston into her three times before, groaning her name, I follow her into pure sensation.

ten

Ellie

Best night ever.Crawling out of bed this morning wasn’t too bad either. Sean and I showered together and his slick, soapy body writhing against mine as we kissed was glorious. When he bent me over the vanity and slid into me the upward tilt of my butt allowed his cock to reach places I never thought possible.

I should be well satisfied, but it’s like a sexual dam has opened and we can’t keep our hands off each other. Getting dressed proves nearly impossible. From the pile of clothing on the floor, Sean’s jean pocket chimes.

“Shit,” he mumbles while pawing through his clothes. “It’s Maya.”

“Maya?” I’m confused. She’s just in the other room. Why would she be calling?

“She didn’t want me hovering all night. Said she’d call if she needed anything. Fuck, Ellie, I hope I haven’t missed her call.”

With his phone finally in hand, he answers, puts it on speaker then lays it on the dresser while he jerks on a pair of board shorts.

“I’m ready for my pancakes, big bro.” There’s laughter in her tone. “And would you send Ellie over? I could use a little support my first time out of bed. Don’t take too long. I’ve really gotta pee.” She chuckles before disconnecting.

“Do you think she knows?” I whisper. “About this?” I wave at the bed then pull on my clothes from yesterday. No matter what she might suspect I need to hurry. A full bladder is nothing to mess around with and I don’t want her to suffer.

He shrugs. “Probably. At least she was hoping. Pretty sure she knew there might be something going on before we did.”

“Oh my god. Were we too loud last night? Just now?”

The smirk of male pride and satisfaction on his lips encourages only one reaction. I grab his ears, tug him down and pour my emotions into my kiss. What we did might have been just a release—well a number of releases—of the stress filled day. I know he cares for me. We’ve been friends a long time.

If this change of status is going to end up with us becoming friends with benefits, I can keep my emotions under control. Once I figure out exactly what they are.

I suspect I might be in love with Sean. There’s no sudden singing of birds, sparking lights, no hearts floating in the air. This has been slowly growing for a long time. I didn’t believe there was room in my life for both love and a successful career. Now I hope there is a way.

“You’d better get going.” Sean turns me toward the door and pats my butt. “Don’t keep her waiting. She’ll be really suspicious then.”

Hurrying across the apartment feels almost like a walk of shame. At least I’m not out on the street trying to sneak home. The thought makes me chuckle and I enter the bedroom with a grin and bow. “I am at your beck and call.”

Maya’s balancing on the very edge of the bed, her injured leg outstretched and propped up with her heel. “Just give me a hand up. We’ll talk in a sec. ’Kay?”

After she has the crutches positioned she refuses my help getting into the bathroom. “I need to do what I can by myself. You won’t always be around.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

In the bathroom doorway she inches around to face me. “Would you grab my purple sweats and a tee? I’ll get dressed when I’m done in here.”

Although a few stifled gasps of pain sound through the door to worry me, I honor my friend’s need to do for herself. Once back in the room she does allow me to help her get dressed. With her hair in a high ponytail, we make our way slowly to the living room.

“What’s all this?” she asks Sean who’s standing proudly next to the recliner he moved to the center of the room. “Taking up decorating now?”

“Nope. Just trying to make things easier and more comfortable for you. Comfy chair to elevate your knee. Side table to hold whatever you need. A TV tray that hopefully you can use for your laptop. An assortment of pillows for any occasion. A blanket in case your ice packs make you cold.”

“Looks like you’ve thought of almost everything.”

“Almost? What do you need? No matter what, I’ll get it for you, baby sis.”

Maya waits until she’s seated with her pillow cushioned leg on the elevated footrest to answer. “I’m still waiting for my pancakes.”

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