Something for the Pain (Pain 2)

Once we get back to the house, Alex heads toward the downstairs shower. “Go get cleaned up and then I’ll play for you. I’m going to shower down here.”

I swallow. “Yeah . . . I would love that.” My eyes trail down the back of his fit body, stopping on his perfect ass in those dirty, ripped up jeans. “I’ll just shower upstairs.”

Jogging up the stairs, I shut my door behind me and let out a long, hard breath. My body is going crazy with need, knowing that he’s about to strip. I want to be the one to clean the mud off his sexy body. I want to be the one to watch as the water pours down him. I want to touch his body so badly that I can’t even think straight.

The shower downstairs turns on, making me open my eyes and remember what I should be doing. “Dammit, Tripp. Wake the fuck up and get over Alex.”

Stripping and throwing my dirty clothes into a pile beside my bed, I close myself into the bathroom and start my own shower.

Stepping inside, I close my eyes, letting the steaming hot water run down my dirty body. It feels so good just letting the hot temperature wash over me.

Not expecting it, I jump and let out a small scream when I feel Alex step in behind me and brush my hair over my shoulder.

“Sorry,” he whispers next to my ear. “I got you dirty . . . I want to be the one to clean you off.” He runs his tongue up the side of my neck and growls. “Just relax and let me do all the work.”

Breathing heavily, I lean into Alex’s chest as he reaches around to clean the front of my body. Instead of using my loofah he puts the soap straight into his strong, sexy, tattooed hands and begins rubbing me down, starting on my chest.

I suck in a breath and try my best not to shake when his hands slowly move downward to start working on my breasts. “Alex . . .” I let out a moan and place my hand behind me, gripping his muscular thigh. “Ooohhh . . . that feels so good.” My grip on his thigh tightens as he growls into my ear and moves his hands lower.

His hands move slowly and torturously, until I finally feel two of his fingers spread me apart and start massaging my already swollen clit.

“You’re so fucking dirty, Tripp,” he whispers breathlessly into my ear. “I’m not stopping until you’re clean . . .”

I can’t talk. Hell . . . I can’t even breathe. His fingers are so damn talented. I’ve never seen anyone work them the way he does. My whole body is about to break down and go into convulsion.

“Aren’t you going to clean me, firecracker?” He continues to rub my clit with one finger, while slipping another inside of me. “You got me so fucking dirty.”

I let out a gasp as I feel him press his thick, hard dick against my ass while shoving his finger in so damn deep that I almost come undone from his fingers.

“Yes,” I say in a whisper.

“Touch me.” With his free hand he reaches for my hand and wraps it around his throbbing dick. “Fuck me. . . . Wrap those fingers around me and own me.” I start running my hand up and down his slick dick, my heart beating so fast that I can hardly breathe. His erection is so thick that I can’t even get my hand around him. “Yes,” he growls.

The faster he pumps into me, the faster I stroke him in my hand.

When he wraps one arm around my neck and bites into my shoulder I lose it.

“Oh yes . . . yes . . . oooohhh . . . fuck!” As soon as Alex feels me clamping around his finger, he shoves another one inside and holds me up, while I shake in his protective arms.

“Yes, baby. Come undone for me,” he whispers against my neck. “Keep going. I want it all.”

He waits until I’m completely done, before slowly pulling his fingers out and sucking them into his mouth. “So fucking good, but I’m not done cleaning you yet.”

Pushing my back down, he drops down to his knees behind me, grips my thighs hard . . . and runs the tip of his tongue down my ass crack, stopping on my pussy.

My whole body shakes, which causes Alex to growl against my pussy. “Fuck me . . . fuck . . .” he says harshly. “Hold onto the fucking wall. Don’t let go.”

His tongue is like magic against my already throbbing pussy. Within seconds I am coming again, but with Alex’s tongue inside me instead.

“Shit . . .” Turning me around, Alex grabs both of my hands and wraps them around his dick. “Yes . . . fuck!”

With just a few strokes, Alex’s hot cum hits my stomach, covering me all the way up to my breasts. The feel of Alex coating me with his orgasm, that I caused, has me closing my eyes and fighting for breath.

This is the hottest thing in the world to me. I want to feel him everywhere, even though I can’t admit it aloud. Alex Carter: my best friend and the world’s champion in giving orgasms. I think I might just faint right now.

Breathing heavily, Alex places his forehead to mine and wraps his hands into the back of my hair. “Sorry,” he whispers. “I couldn’t help myself. Not tonight.”

“That’s okay,” I say honestly. “I wanted to touch you too. I’m trying not to. I’m really trying.”

“Me too, babe. It’s so fucking hard.” Opening the curtain, Alex grabs for the nearest towel. “I’ll let you finish showering.” He looks me up and down with pained eyes. It almost looks as if he’s hurting. “I won’t touch you again, Tripp. I’ll grab my guitar and meet you in bed.”

As soon as the curtain closes and I hear Alex disappear into his room, I lose it. I fall against the wall and place both of my hands over my chest. This is getting too hard. My need to be with him is too much. It scares me.

Hearing him say, I won’t touch you again, Tripp, felt like a knife twisting in my chest. It hurt. Why did it hurt so damn bad?

I’ve completely fallen in love with my best friend, and just the thought of this ending and him going back to being with other girls feels as if my world is ending. I’m completely fucked . . .

I WAKE EARLY IN THE morning, wrapped in Tripp’s half naked body. I wasn’t going to sleep in her bed last night, but after playing my guitar for a while and seeing the look in her eyes when I was about to leave, I caved. That look killed me. Sleeping in her bed has always been something that I’ve done growing up, so why not allow myself to still do it? After Lucas comes back, I may not get the opportunity again.

Fuuuck me. . . . That thought pisses me the hell off.