Page 14 of The Last Person (Baker Girls #5)
CHAPTER ELEVEN
HARDY
I saw Brian’s cock.
Not soft out of the corner of my eye in the locker room. Not the outline of it through his boxer briefs. His rock-hard dick was right there, sticking out at me, like I was supposed to shake hands with it.
Stroke it.
Like it wanted my attention.
And I wanted to give it attention. Before I go down the road of how problematic this all is, I’m going to let myself feel it.
Ever since the other night when I couldn’t hook up—when I thought of him instead of the girl I was with—I’ve immersed myself in the idea of us.
What my feelings could actually be. And as I do, I’m reframing a lot of things that seemed to be done in friendship, but I think may have been a suggestion of something more. At least on my end.
Not that any of it was conscious. I love Brian and care for him like I would any of my friends, but I know now that soul-deep longing I feel, that intense desire to be with him isn’t because of our friendship.
It’s because it’s him. He’s my person. And I’m fairly sure I’m falling for him. Or maybe I’ve already fallen.
All I know is I’m barely keeping it together because I want him in every way.
What just happened was the ultimate test of my willpower.
My door was locked. The lights were low.
I was getting out my favorite anal vibe—because I already know I love anal sex and have been pegged before—and for the first time, I was going to imagine a person I actually know while getting off.
Brian. I was going to let my brain go there and play out any wild fantasies it could come up with.
But before I got further than stripping naked and stroking myself a few times, I heard Brian screaming.
My first thought was that someone broke in, or maybe there was an attack on his plant babies.
I don’t know. I’ve never heard him scream like that before.
Of course it was a spider. He’s run into my apartment multiple times over the last couple of years, asking me to get rid of them for him.
It was one of the first things he ever revealed to me—his arachnophobia is crippling. I’ve always been happy to help him out.
But today was a different story.
Finding him completely naked, drops of water still clinging to his skin, had my already hard cock at raging boner status.
It was hard to think with so much blood rushing there. I almost started leaking. I had to give myself a few strokes on the run back to my room.
It’s a good thing Christy went on a weeklong trip with a few friends from college, so she wasn’t here to witness all that.
After I got rid of that spider, I turned around and saw his eyes on me.
It’s the first time I’ve ever seen him look at me like that, but it’s also the first time he’s ever seen me naked in this context.
It’s not that surprising though. He’s bi, and I’m an objectively attractive guy.
Plus, he looked away fast when he saw me looking at him.
One last look at his perfect body glistening with water, and I was ready to come right then. I ran my ass out of there as fast as I could.
And now I’m back in my room, going through my original plan, but with new fodder for my spank bank.
Every inch of Brian’s body turns me on, but his anaconda of a cock is mouthwatering.
Hard and ready to go, he must be at least eight inches. And while that should probably scare me, my needy ass loves the sound of it.
I work the prostate massaging vibe around my hole before slowly pushing it in. For the first time, I wonder what it would be like to feel a real dick there. Brian’s dick. Hard and warm.
Fuck.
My ass suctions the toy inside, probably because I’m so fucking desperate.
I can’t remember the last time I was this needy.
I get myself off regularly, and sometimes it’s more just to get my cock to settle down for a bit.
But today is different. Not only am I hard, but I want to explore, play, see what happens.
Reaching for the remote control of the vibe, I turn it on the lowest setting, instantly groaning at the soft vibrations.
I lube up my cock and stroke myself slowly—no desire to rush this.
Letting my eyes drift closed, I picture Brian’s naked body. That alone sends a tingle up my spine, and I turn the vibe up one setting.
As I stroke myself, I fantasize about holding him, kissing him, stroking each other as we do.
What would his lips feel like against mine? Soft and controlled or firm and possessive?
Then I imagine those lips wrapped around my cock. I’ve never imagined a guy giving me a blowjob, but the enticing thought of Brian going down on me sends a shiver through me.
I bet he’s incredible at it. He’s never been the type to half-ass something.
Ass.
And now my mind is on being fucked by him.
I turn the vibe up another notch and thrust it in and out.
It’s not even close to matching how full I’d be with Brian inside me, but it gives me something to go on.
It lets the fantasy grow. The way he’d hover above me while controlling every second of my pleasure.
I groan, pulling my hand from my cock when I almost come.
After a moment, when I’m back under control, I flip the fantasy around and imagine I’m fucking him. And my hand isn’t enough anymore.
Fumbling in my drawer, I find my masturbation assistant. The one that perfectly surrounds my cock. Adding lube, I slowly work it down to the base of my cock, then pull it most of the way off again.
The prostate massager is in the perfect spot, and as I buck into the toy, I get stuck on what to imagine next.
Would I want to fuck him? Or would I want him fucking me?
Engh. Both. All of it.
One then the other.
I want him to own me, and I want to claim him.
The fantasies switch back and forth in my mind, and it’s almost impossible to settle on one.
The thought of riding him while stroking myself is hot, but imagining the deep pleasure on his face, and being the one in control of that is even better. I always want to please him. Want to make him happy, bring him joy.
And now, thinking of him like this, I want to make him come.
I know his voice so well I imagine it in my head, hearing the way he’d guide me, beg me, the rasp in his voice as he’d tell me to make him come.
I move the toy over my cock faster, my mind gifting me with the incredible sound of him groaning, saying my name.
“Fuck,” I cry, turning up the vibration and working the toy on my cock even faster. The sensations are overwhelming, but I couldn’t stop myself if I tried. I buck into the toy, crying out over and over, until my imagination shows me the ultimate fantasy—Brian coming while calling out my name.
My moans reverberate around the room as my orgasm overtakes me. My abs burn as they contract. I’m not sure I’ve ever come this hard. It lasts longer and is more powerful than ever before. It’s hard to breathe as I finish.
I switch off the vibrator and pull the toy off my dick, leaving a sticky mess behind.
I drop the toy onto the bed and rest my head on my pillow, my eyes slipping closed.
That was amazing, but now I’m craving the real thing.
But not just sex. Part of why that whole fantasy was so perfect was because of the emotional connection Brian and I share. I wasn’t just imagining the physical feeling of being with him, but the emotion of connecting with him in that way.
Fuck.
I wanted answers, and in some ways, I’m glad I have them.
But I’m still in so much trouble because those answers led me straight to Brian, and with every passing moment, I realize just how deep my feelings for him run.
Once again, I’m the problem. And I have no idea what the solution is.
How do you tell your best friend you’re falling in love with them?