Chapter 23
Steven
I held Allie’s coat out for her at the end of the evening and helped her slide into it. I stood beside her as she buttoned it up, then the two of us hugged my mother and father and thanked them for having us. Andrew was there with a glass of wine in one hand. He held out his other hand for me to shake.
“I’ll call you later, and we’ll figure out when to meet next week,” Andrew said.
“Sounds good. Talk soon.”
Andrew then turned to Allie. She stepped forward and gave him a hug, as per their usual farewells. It wasn’t flirty. It wasn’t inappropriate. In fact, it was the exact same way I hugged Melissa whenever I saw her.
When the front door closed behind us, I wrapped one arm around Allie’s waist. We made our way down the path to the limo which was waiting for us. The driver asked us how our evening went when he opened the back door for us. Allie told him it was wonderful and thanked him, and then we both slid inside.
Allie made her way up the bench seat on the side and kicked off her heels. She crossed one leg over her knee and began massaging her foot. “I always forget how much I hate wearing heels,” she muttered. “Especially on nights where you barely sit down. It’s a torture.”
I laughed and shook my head at her. “Then stop wearing them.”
“But they look so good,” she whined.
“You look good in or out of heels,” I said. “And torture isn’t high heels. Torture is being around you when you look so damn fine and not being able to touch you how I want to.”
Allie shot me a devious look and put her foot back down. “Is that so?”
“Yeah, it is,” I said, looking to rekindle the beginnings of the romp we almost had in the limo on the way to the party.
I needed the distraction. Although I was feeling good about how Allie and Andrew interacted at the party, my mind was still whispering about being betrayed. Getting Allie’s skirt up and playing with her sweet little pussy would be enough to put those thoughts to bed. If not permanently, at least for the rest of the night.
“How do you want to touch me?” Allie asked.
I looked her over from head to toe. “Can I show you?”
“Please,” she whispered.
Her soft voice was an invitation. I inched closer to her on the seat. She remained where she was. I rested one hand on her knee and then began inching it slowly upward, under the hem of her dress, and higher until my fingertips grazed those black lace panties that had made my mind spin when I saw them earlier. I pushed them aside the way she had on the drive over.
She was so wet.
“Have you been thinking about this all night?” I whispered in her ear.
She nodded and swallowed.
I chuckled and nibbled her earlobe. I kissed her neck and her jaw while running my fingers up and down the length of her slit. She was tense beneath my touch. She had been waiting for this for hours. So had I.
I didn’t want to wait any longer. Her soft folds beneath my fingertips were too tempting. I pushed two fingers into her. She was swollen and ready, and she was tight around me. I fingered her hard, my knuckles hitting the insides of her thighs.
She rested her head back on the seat and moaned softly. I covered her mouth with my other hand. The driver didn’t need to hear her. Those sounds were reserved for me and me only. I fingered her harder until her hips were lifting off the seat. It was as if she was encouraging me to somehow get deeper into her tight little pussy.
I couldn’t, no matter how hard I tried. So I switched tactics and curled my fingers inside her, rubbing the patch I knew was her G-spot. Her muffled cry beneath my palm promised that an orgasm wasn’t far away.
She bucked beneath me, jerking away from my fingers as she came. I followed her retreat, keeping my fingertips pressed up against her sweet spot and letting her writhe in my grasp. Her moan became a higher pitched wail. I stuck a finger between her lips and teeth and pressed down on her tongue. She fell silent and sucked my thumb, her eyes falling closed as I worked her over harder. I wanted her to come again. It wound me up when I felt the tightness around my fingers. I wanted to spill her juices on the seat.
I moved my fingers harder, pulling them in and out but aiming for that same spot. Allie twisted, and her teeth bit down on the base of my thumb. I didn’t care. I fucked her harder. She grabbed my shirt.
And then I felt it. Her pussy gripped me fiercely as it prepared to release. Right when I knew she was ready I pulled my fingers out of her and rubbed her clit vigorously. She squirted her juices on the seat and the floor.
When she was done, I tapped her clit lightly. She flinched away from me, incredibly sensitive, and I began working to undo my belt. I yanked my pants half-way down until they were around my knees and slid off the seat. I knelt before her. My cock was at the perfect height with her pussy.
I pushed her legs apart. She was breathing heavily. She seemed surprised by how aggressive I had been. Surprised, but pleased. Her eyes were hungry as she watched me angle my cock down. I pressed it up against her, rubbing it up and down on her clit. She was so plump and pink. She inched herself closer to me. She wanted me. I could feel her desperation. She wanted me to fuck her.
I leaned into her, my cock pushing her open until the tops of my thighs were pressed against her ass. Her moans were more ragged now. She was watching me move inside her. Her hands fell to her sides, and her fingers gripped my thighs. I could feel her nails against my skin.
I pulled out slowly, leaving just the tip of my dick in her. Her hands on my thighs tried to pull me closer. I made her wait. I braced myself with my hands on the back of the seat above her. She looked beautiful beneath me. Her hair was up but falling loose. Her cheeks were flushed, and the dark eyeliner on her eyes made her look like an exotic princess. Although the lipstick had long since faded away, her lips were still tinted a darker shade of pink than usual.
“Steven,” she cooed, reaching up and running a hand over my chest. Her fingers slipped between the buttons of my shirt, and she ran her nails over my skin. “I want your cum inside me.”
I eased my cock back into her. I pushed until I couldn’t go any further. Her hand slipped out of my shirt, and she clutched the edges of the seat. Her knuckles turned white. I began thrusting, deep and fast.
I covered her mouth again. Both of her hands wrapped around my wrist. She cried out beneath me, and I kept going. She was closing in around me again. Fuck her pussy was tight. I loved it. I needed it. It consumed me.
I drove myself into her one last time, and then I exploded, filling her up more than I ever had before. I pulled out and watched in fascination as my cum dripped out of her and onto the seat.
She stayed where she was, breathless and heavy-eyed, watching me as I grabbed a napkin from the bar to clean myself up before pulling my pants back up.
I stayed on my knees between her legs, watching as she licked her finger and lowered her hand to her pussy. She touched herself delicately and pulled away. Strands of our cum came away on her fingertips. She smiled at me, pleased with how full she was. Then, she slid a finger inside herself.
She played with herself for a few minutes longer, letting me watch her. My hands were on the inside of her thighs, tracing small patterns while I watched her run her fingers up and down the sides of her slit.
She stopped when we pulled on to her street. She eased her panties off and over her ankles and tucked them into the small purse she had with her.
“What did you take those off for?” I asked as she inched her way down the seat toward to door.
“I don’t want to ruin them,” she said simply. “I just bought them. I’ll clean up when I get inside.”
I thought of her lying on her bed playing with herself for a while longer before she went to sleep. The image made me hard again.
How one girl could make me feel so many things, I had no idea. I could have easily bent her over and fucked her again. I could have filled her up a second time. She would have taken it and loved every second of it, I was sure.
But that nagging feeling of betrayal was sinking back in. It brought confusion along with it, leaving me feeling hollow and lost.
Allie leaned over and gave me a kiss when the driver opened the door. “I’ll talk to you soon?” she asked.
“Yeah, for sure. Thanks for coming tonight. You know, to the party.”
“Thanks for making me come,” she smiled. “Not to the party. You know what I mean.”
Then she was gone. I watched her make her way up the steps to the front door of her building through the tinted windows. The limo driver didn’t pull away until she was inside. As we drove down her street, I mulled over the evening.
Allie and Andrew had been fine together. I had seen it with my own eyes. I didn’t have to worry about them.
But why did I still have this anger inside of me? I felt unhinged, somehow, like I was losing myself in all of this. Fucking Allie always made me feel better, but it was a short-lived relief. Whenever I was alone again, all the bitterness and resentment would wash over me. Each time, it felt like I was reliving the moment of reading that diary entry about her fucking Andrew.
And every time I came inside her, all I could think about was my brother doing the same thing. And then them thinking she was pregnant. And then doctor’s appointments and Allie crying in waiting rooms and bathrooms and her bedroom. Each thought was darker than the last, and each held one blatant truth: I hadn’t been there.
She had never let me in. I had been held at arm’s length and kept in the dark through the scariest time in Allie’s life. Even when she made it through, she never told me.
That wasn’t how best friends treat each other. It wasn’t how people who loved each other were supposed to act. Secrets. Lies. Those things held no place in the space between Allie and me.
But it was all I could feel. The betrayal and the dishonesty felt so heavy in my chest that I thought it might ruin me. The last three months had been brutal. That same hollow feeling had reared its ugly head again, and this time I had Allie. I was where I thought I was supposed to be. No matter what I did, or how many times I was with Allie, I couldn’t shake it.
I was starting to think that maybe I never would.