Page 6 of Pretty Secrets

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Oliver

Eden Astor is like the family jewels I can’t bear to lock away out of sight.

If I could, I’d wear her all day like exquisite gemstones dripping from my body. Being this close to her again makes my chest flutter with feelings I once wished I could suppress. She’s made it extremely clear that she doesn’t think of me like I think of her. A flash of anger springs through me, but it’s quickly quelled when she sighs in her sleep.

Fucking beautiful.

Even when I was eight, I understood the figure I was looking at was perfect for me in all the right ways. Her stubbornness, her smirk, and her refusal to play by the rules. Eden Astor has had my heart for as long as I can remember. Now if only I could steal hers, I’d consider it the conquest of a lifetime.

I trace my fingertips down her bare shoulder, skirting the loose strap of her tank top. Her eyelids flutter, and my cock hardens for her. I shove my free hand down my joggers, gripping myself fiercely. Restraint isn’t my specialty. If I had it my way, I’d be flipping her around and burying my cock so deep in that tight cunt of hers that I’d probably embarrass myself immediately. Instead, I stroke the hard flesh in my fist, feeling heat pool in my balls.

As soon as Delilah died, I was on the next flight. I’d landed in California. I was out of the hired car and on my way to greet her like I had last night when she told me she wanted to be alone. From that moment forward, I stayed close, waiting until she gave me the go-ahead to see her. I followed her back home; I watched her every move while talking to her nearly every day, pretending I was still on another continent.

I drank myself into daily stupors because I could hear the life slowly draining from Eden’s voice…and yet, she still refused to ask for me. The first hint of her turning around was when she confessed her plan. In that instant, I knew exactly what I was going to do. I’d follow her to Carnegie. I’d stay by her side. I’d go along with this ridiculous plan because it was what she needed.

Then she’d see. I’d make her.

She begged me to sleep next to her tonight, telling me she didn’t want to be alone in Dee’s hollow shell of a room. I watched as her face became peaceful and then cursed myself up and down for finding my way so close to something I can’t have.

It’s the greatest torture.

Her lips part, gaining my attention. Her tongue slowly caresses the seam of her mouth, then her breath catches.Oh, shit.I know that sound. I’ve replayed it in my head a million times while doing this very same thing.

Obeying my frustrated tugs, my cock lengthens. My movements are powered by an irrational anger simply because this in no way compares to pumping inside her. I should know.

Eden’s a free spirit. Our friendship is a sturdy foundation, but that doesn’t mean we haven’t fallen into one another’s arms for pleasure. Not sex. Not since I took her ripe little cherry when we were experimenting, young teens. And not a day goes by that I don’t think about it.

I push the sheets over her hips and trace my fingers along the edge of her midnight blue lace panties. In her dream-like state, she shifts to give me better access, squeezing her thighs together as if she’s subconsciously trying to ease the desire inside her.

God, she’s so fucking perfect.

My heart pounds as her shirt rides up, giving me a sliver of a view. Her taut skin moves with her breaths, belly button pushing upward ever so slightly with her inhale. I lower my gaze, tracing the dip that leads to her panties. My skin is charged, fingertips buzzing at being so close to her. I stroke myself harder, envisioning her bouncing on my cock like a porn star, her cunt squeezing the life out of me.

Moving my head, I groan into the pillow, tugging faster. Doing this right next to her is dangerous, but I don’t care. If she wakes up, finding me next to her like this will ruin our relationship forever.

A small sigh parts her lips again, and I can’t control myself. My balls pucker, and my hips careen forward with short thrusts into my palm until I erupt, my cum shooting onto the bed between our bodies. The milky white pool grows until I grunt into the pillow, finishing myself off.

But that’s not enough for me. I need a taste. I need her.

My movements haven’t woken her, but she’s still flushed, as if her sleeping body and my awake one have shared a dirty secret. I sneak my fingers under the band of her panties, feel the brush of her coarse hair against my palm before settling over her clit. “Edie, baby, open up.”

Her legs fall open as I swirl my fingers. I track my gaze up over her flat stomach to the peaks of her breasts. Her thin sleep shirt doesn’t hide her pebbled nipples. “Oliver,” she whispers, purposefully opening her legs wider now. Peering up, I meet her dream-like stare. “How did you know I needed this?”

I squelch my real response. The truth is, I can read her like a book. I know her better than myself. All the pent-up energy inside her needs to be released in a healthy way. Knowing my Edie, she’d turn to some degenerate, but if I’m right here, willing and ready, my hands will give her the freedom she desperately wants. “I’m smart,” I tease, rubbing her right.

She drops her head back, an unrestrained moan filling the room. If there’s anything Eden hates more, it’s being kept in a cage. Her last name has been like cell bars her entire life.

“Ollie…. Do that thing I like,” she breathes before reaching under her tank to play with her nipples. Her movements tug her collar down, showcasing a beautiful amount of cleavage.

Fuck. Me.

My heart pounds in my balls as I watch her lids flutter closed in ecstasy. She arches her back, and I roll into place, gently easing her legs over my shoulders while moving her panties to the side. I breathe her in, salivating at her altar like a starving man. She lets out an unsteady pant when I settle. The same need swells in my balls, but I want more. I want to mark her, even if she doesn’t know. I want her to be mine.

Swiping at my deposit on the sheets, I gather some of my cum on the tip of my finger before running it up and down her pussy, making her glisten with my spunk. She cries out, and I’m hard as fuck again imagining my cum is making her all the more turned on. While pushing her knees open, I scoop up some more. I place my cum above her hole, then push inside, filling her withme. She groans, lifting her hips, taking it all. Like she wants it. Like she can’t wait to have more of me inside her.

“Oliver….”

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