“I don’t love it.”
“Do you want me to let you out?”
“No,” I answered quickly. “Not at all.”
“Okay.” She turned her back on me and slipped the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders. Bunching the fabric in her hands, she slid it down her body, revealing a lacy, strapless black bra and a black thong.
“Fuck,” I gritted out. Adelaide’s body was a work of art. Delicate, narrow ribs. A waist so small, I swore I could fit my hands around like a belt. Her spine was long and graceful, swanlike, leading to hips that flared out unexpectedly. Her ass was like an upside-down heart, perfect and ripe.
My best friend was outrageously beautiful. The kind of beauty from storybooks and fantasy. It was too much for a mere mortal to handle. I’d known this. I wasn’t blind. I’d closed my eyes to it so I could be in the same room with her without getting hard. She’d always been off-limits. Never for me. But how could I close my eyes now?
A dark part of me screamed there would be no going back from this. Adelaide had clearly known that for months, and this was me catching up. We couldn’t be the same.
She glanced at me over her shoulder, spotting me checking her out, then strode across the room to a small, black leather bag hanging on a hook on the wall. Reaching in, she took out something pink. As she turned around to approach the bed, she hid her hand behind her back.
“We’re going to play while they watch. No touching, though, right?” She raised her eyebrows.
“No. No touching.” Fuck, if she touched me right now, I’d come all over myself like a pubescent teenager.
With a nod, Adelaide climbed onto the bed, one knee at a time, then crawled until she was over my legs. She pushed herself upright, straddling my thighs. The velvet skin of her inner thighs pressed against mine. I tried to bend my knee, to rub my leg against hers, but she’d secured me so tightly, it was an exercise in frustration.
She brought her hand from behind her back and opened her palm to show what she’d been hiding. A curved, pink vibrator with a second, shorter prong that would hit her clit when she used it.
“I hope that’s for you,” I said.
She snorted softly. “Yeah, it’s for me. I’m only getting to know my kinky side, so I’m not quite up to pegging yet. I’ll letcha know when I get there.”
That was enough to calm my weeping cock down for the moment. “Not my thing, baby, but I’m happy you’re exploring your kinks.”
“Me too.” She flipped the switch on the vibrator so it made a low buzz. “Remember when you strapped me down?”
“Mmmhmmm. It was beautiful.”
She rubbed the vibrator along the front of her panties. “I trusted you completely. There has never been another person I would have let do that to me.” She slipped her hand into her tiny panties, the vibrator pressing against her.
“We’re gonna get back there.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The way the muscles in her stomach rippled. The shadow of her beaded nipples pressing against the lace of her bra. Her tongue darting out to lick her rainbow lips. Beauty, sexiness, so fucking desirable. It was good I was contained in these straps or I might’ve done something bad.
“What if I don’t want to?” she whispered. “What if I never want to go back there?”
Her hips rocked forward. Her lips parted as she exhaled a heavy breath.
“Did you just put that inside yourself?” I asked in a tight voice.
“Mmmhmmm.” Her hand moved slowly, thrusting it deeper. “Did you remember the things you said about me?”
I shook my head against the pillow. “No. I’ve been trying. I can’t—I don’t think badly about you. Why would I say something bad? I just…I don't know.”
“I’m going to tell you.” She tipped her chin down, leveling me with a gaze so hard, I almost didn’t recognize her. “I’m going to tell you while I fuck myself. But you’re not going to see me. That’s for them. You don’t deserve it.”
She rearranged herself, straddling my legs backward so she was facing the window. Then she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, tossing it to the side.
“Adelaide,fuck—” My hands balled into fists, slamming into the mattress. Her ass was sexy as hell, split in half by her thong, but I wanted to see her face. Fucking needed it. “Turn around, baby.”
“You said I was roadkill.” Her arm bent, cupping her breast. Was she rolling her nipple? She made a little sound, the kind I remembered. It was hard to focus on her words, but they were what was important here. If only I could shift, move my cock, touch her, touch myself, doanythingbut lie here helplessly.
“You said I’d let my father run me over and then come back for more and more.”