I didn’t even care that I couldn’t be with him. Right now, I was at peace. And that peace, accompanied by his hands outlining every dip and line of my back, became enough to have my heavy, swollen eyes fluttering closed.
Dash
Time moved slowly yet way too fast as I listened to the sound of Peggy’s quiet breaths and felt them heating my skin.
Her face had nuzzled into my neck, and even though I could feel my own sperm sticking to my stomach and hers, I wouldn’t have moved for anything.
Her skin was silken, fine hairs rising with each sweep of my fingers. I couldn’t believe I could do this. That I was doing this. That she was sprawled over me, entrusting me to hold her as she dreamed.
It felt like a dream. Like some type of foreign landscape I’d only ever dared to imagine before, but never thought I could bring to fruition.
My eyes drifted closed as I tried to soak in every damn thing about these stretched minutes in time. For even though I hoped that when she woke up, she’d forgive me and we could do this every day, I wasn’t sure if she would.
Seeing that guy pawing at her face the night before, watching her kiss him as I’d shoved my way through the partygoers to get to her was akin to walking over hot coals.
I was ready to pound his head into the wall, but I had to check myself. I was there for her, and bloodying up some loser wasn’t part of the plan. I’d done that already, and it’d done us no good. The plan started and ended with her. And I was still trying to end it by begging and hoping for a new beginning.
I knew why she kissed him, and though I’d wanted to slap her ass and growl obscenities at her for stabbing me repeatedly in the chest, I couldn’t. She was kissing him because of what I’d done to her, and she’d continue to act like someone she wasn’t until it stopped hurting.
I hoped like hell that after last night and after she’d rubbed her clit over my shaft until her breaths whistled out of her, that some of that pain had dispersed.
My eyes flashed open as the front door did. I glanced over at the bedroom door, seeing it was locked, and released a relieved sigh.
Peony’s footsteps clipped over the shitty wood floors, the creaking causing Peggy to stir.
I dragged my fingers over the curve of her spine, obsessed with touching it, with being able to touch her, and she settled again.
Her hair was damp, tickling my face as the scent of melon and some kind of flower wafted into my nose. I’d guessed her scent must have been related to her shampoo, given she wasn’t usually one for perfume. Now it was confirmed. I fought the idea to take it home to sniff. Too far up the creep scale. But still, I pondered it.
Yeah, I did whip my dick out while she was showering, but I had to. It was that or go and beat one out in my car, and I’d much rather get busted by her than the neighbors.
Perhaps I’d taken my time. Perhaps it all happened exactly as it should’ve. She’d never know, and even if she did, I wasn’t fucking sorry.
“Peggy?” Peony called.
Shit.
The door rattled. “Peg? You up?” Another rattle. “Why is your door locked? We’ve spoken about this. It’s dangerous.”
Well, all in like a dolphin. My hands tightened around Peggy when I felt her harsh inhale. “She’s asleep,” I said, my voice rougher than I wanted it to be.
The door stopped rattling. “Dash?”
“The one and only.”
There was a long pause, then, “Did you sleep over?”
I’d done it time and time before, but judging by the careful tone of her voice, I knew Peggy had told her how our friendship had changed.
Peggy sat up, her eyes blinking repeatedly and her tits right in front of my face. “Yeah,” I finally said.
Another stretch of silence, and I didn’t give a shit who was on the other side of her door, I had two perfect globes bouncing within reach of my hands and mouth. I chose the mouth, being that my hands had already had their turn.
“Tell her I’d like a word when she wakes up.”
“No prob.” I sat up, and Peggy’s startled expression morphed into a cut off shriek as I slapped a hand over her mouth and used the other to hold her down