Page 79 of Honeymoon Phase
Maybe I could just close my eyes and constrict my worldview to be just feelings. Just dark eyelids and heat and touch and racing pulses.
I feel his hand tighten on my belly.
Is he awake? He has to be awake. But his breaths are still so heavy—a warm, even cadence.
He thrusts into my back again and I feel myself squirming. But I’m not squirming away from him. I’m squirming into him. I’m wriggling and writhing with his movements, arching intohim as butterflies swirl in my belly and heaviness pools between my legs.
So much heaviness.
It’s like an empty aching that I’ve had since the moment I moved into this house. An itch I can’t scratch. A yearning that refuses to be quieted.
I want Luke to fuck me.
Hard.
The morning sun pinpricks through the quiet darkness and my dreamy state drifts away, revealing just how awake I am and how not awake Luke is. I fixate on the particles floating in the air while my best friend grinds himself against me and I struggle to make sense of why this feels so damn good.
Luke pumps into me a few more times now, making no mistake what he’s doing. He’s... dry humping me. He’s rubbing his insanely hard and, dare I say, sizable boner into my rear, rutting between my ass cheeks in a way that feels damn near animalistic.
I swivel and shift, feeling edged by his half-hearted movements. They start and stop in no discernable rhythm, stirring an ache in my groin that hasn’t been touched by a man in far too long. Flashbacks of our kiss assault me and suddenly I’m back in my room putting my vibrator to use, only this time, I get to have the scent of Luke all over me while I fantasize.
Luke’s breaths are heavy and warm on my neck, the essence of him driving me wild as he rubs himself all over me.
When his hand slips upward and his fingers brush the bottom of my bare breast, I turn my head into the pillow and silently scream as my goose bumps race over my flesh, my nipples becoming so hard they feel like razors against the fabric of my T-shirt.
What is going on right now? Are we doing this? Is thishappening? I need it to happen. I need something to happen. This is all too painful to endure for much longer.
And is he asleep? He can’t be, right? No amount of vivid dreaming can allow you to slide your fingers along my ribs and—holy fuck he’s just pinched my nipple. Now his whole hand is cupping my breast. I’m a small B cup at best so there’s not exactly a lot for him to grab, but he’s definitely got me in his grip and my skin feels like it’s on fire beneath his big palm.
His fingers flex every time his ass does as he thrusts his erection hard into me again and again, turning me positively feral.
He lets out an odd, beastly sort of sound, like he’s in pain. It’s not a sex sound. It’s the kind of sound you make when you’re masturbating and not worried about what sounds you utter because no one can hear you.
He must be sleeping.
Which feels like the greatest tragedy of all time.
“Luke?” I whisper softly, wanting him to wake up but not wanting any of this to end.
He doesn’t react, just continues thrusting into me, pulsing need through my whole body with every pump in an elemental, dirty way.
I moan softly as wetness pools in my panties. I’m so fucked up. My friend is sleep-fucking me and I’m... obsessed by it. Turned on by it. Consumed with it. I feel my entire body sliding into it, wanting more. I wonder briefly, if I pulled my shorts and panties down and arched my back, if he could just slide right into me. I’m sopping wet so I’m sure he could.
And I’d want him bare. I’d want his bare, silky hard cock to bury into me and possibly never come out.
His hands shift back down and skate right over the front of my shorts and I gasp as he cups my pussy firmly in his big,meaty palm. His fingers slide over the fabric covering my slit, and I groan and wriggle into him, egging his movements on as I greedily want more and more.
The dampness of my panties soaks through my shorts, probably coating his fingers, and theideaof that. The obscene image of my wetness on his big, thick fingers as he finger-fucks me through my shorts causes an ache to roil through me, and I let out a raspy cry.
I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I need him to fuck me. I need to feel the pain of his size pushing inside me.
He has to be awake by now, right?
I spread my legs slightly to give him better access and he groans and grips my pussy hard, pulling me back into his cock. The hard ridge of him pressing through his sweats and into my hip as he grinds himself over me while still not saying a word is throwing me into a state of delirium.
When I feel his hot breath on my shoulder, I moan as warmth travels through my whole body. My limbs begin to tremble as he lazily fingers me through my shorts, and just as I feel myself on the brink of orgasm, he freezes and his whole body goes still beside me.
Heart racing, I close my eyes and pretend to be sleeping, trying to regulate my breathing as I hear him curse softly under his breath and yank his hand away from me.
