That’s What Friends Are For — Part 9 [F20M20] [friends to lovers] [romantic] [soft mdom] [multiple orgasms] [creampie]

Everything was fine for two days after that. Back to texting and hanging out and rock-paper-scissoring over who gets to pick dinner.

Then we were back to barely any contact, and no explanations.

I was worried. I was confused. I was pissed.

I let myself into his apartment while he was still at class. Sat on his bed and stared at the door for ten minutes until I finally heard him come in.

He didn’t look surprised to see me.

“Care to explain?” I said, a bit too harsh. “You told me you wouldn’t do that to me again. You promised. So unless it was the plague, or you’re secretly studying for the LSAT or MCAT, then I—”

He dropped his bag on the floor. “We need to talk.”

My heart dropped to my feet.

No, no, no. He’d gotten bored of me. Tired of having to teach me things. Decided on a new toy. He was going to end this, tell me he wanted to stop this, and we’d never go back to normal and it’d be ruined and I’d lose my best friend and—

“I can’t keep doing this,” he said. “Not unless I admit something.”

The lump in my throat swelled. “Admit what?”

He took a breath, held my gaze.

“I said sex didn’t have to mean anything,” he finally said. “And maybe that’s true. For some people. But I…”

“What are you saying, Ellis?”

“I’m saying I have feelings for you,” he said. “I…I think I have for a while, and I did my best to ignore it. But I can’t anymore. Not after this.”

I just stared. He sat beside me—careful not to touch me.

“I’m sorry I lied,” he said. “I knew better. I knew I’d been in love with you for a long time when I suggested we start these… lessons.”

I opened my mouth. No sound came out.

His eyes shimmered. “I’m so sorry, Mandy.”

“Did you say love?”

He swallowed. “Yes,” he whispered. “I can pretend I don’t, if that’s what you need. But—”

I grabbed his face and kissed him.

He placed his hands over mine, holding me there. When he pulled back, his voice was soft. “What—”

“I think I love you too,” I said breathlessly. “No, I…I know I do.”

“What?”

The ache in my chest when I wasn’t with him. The peace I felt when I was in his arms. The pit of jealousy at the thought of him being with someone else. Ever.

It had taken until yesterday to realize what I had actually been feeling for Ellis. Friendship, yes — always. But more than that.

“I didn’t want to scare you off,” I murmured. “I thought you didn’t feel the same. So I didn’t say anything.”

I traced his cheekbone with my fingers.

“Yeah,” I said. “I love you.”

He let out a half-sob, half-laugh—and then he was lifting me, twirling me.

Our lips were fused. My legs wrapped around his waist before my feet even touched the ground again.

I wanted to be as close to him as I could. I wanted him. Needed him. Now.

“Ellis,” I gasped against his lips. “Please.”

“Tell me what you want,” he breathed.

“You. I need you.”

He sat on the bed, easing me into a straddle. We only paused to strip.

His hand slid between us, fingers teasing my slit.

“Always so wet for me,” he mused, smiling when my breath hitched. “Even when I’ve barely touched you. I wonder why.”

I let out a shaky breath, and pressed my pussy into his hand. “Side effect of love, I guess.”

Our joined laughs devolved into moans as he slid his fingers into me.

I had already been wet, but I was sopping when he finally replaced his fingers with his cock.

Still a stretch, no matter how many times.

Ellis gripped my hips, tugging down, down, until there wasn’t an inch of space in between us.

“That’s it,” he rasped. “All the way. All of it.”

His hands gripped my ass, guiding me back and forth. When I tried to sit up and take over, he gently pressed a hand to my back, keeping us chest to chest.

I rocked my hips as much as I could.

“S-So full,” I mumbled.

He met my movement with a deep thrust.

We found a rhythm—him thrusting up, pulling me down to meet it.

“It’s not just sex, you know,” Ellis grunted. “You know that right? I love — oh, ohhh shit — you, Mandy. So much. Even if we weren’t sleeping together, alright?”

I would never get tired of hearing him say he loved me.

“I-I know,” I moaned.

I was afraid my heart would burst.

He trailed his tongue along my neck, then sucked. Hard. Enough that I knew there’d be a mark.

“You take such good care of me,” I whimpered. “Fuck me so good. So deep.”

“Always,” he breathed.

I was getting close—fast. Every thrust dragged my clit against his lower abdomen. I whimpered, clung to him.

“My needy girl,” he said with a slap to my ass. “Tell me what you want.”

I tried, I really did. But then he moved faster and the words crumbled.

“You want me to fill you up, is that? Pump this pussy full of cum?”

“Please,” I gasped.

“Then you need to cum for me,” he growled. “Let me feel it.”

My orgasm burst through me just as Ellis filled me. Heat, slick, pressure—everything at once.

I collapsed on his chest, boneless and blissed out.

He shifted slightly. I thought he’d pull out—but he didn’t. He stayed buried, rocking gently.

“Wha—“

“Not yet,” he said through gritted teeth. “Need more.”

His face contorted in pleasure, in pain at the sensitivity, as he shifted his hips. Rivulets of cum leaked out of me, down his cock and balls. I couldn’t stop clenching at the thought, no doubt worsening his sensitivity. And my own.

He dipped his head to my chest, and latched onto my nipple. He lapped at it softly, flicking and massaging, before giving it a hard suck that was just shy of painful.

It was only a few minutes before he was hardening inside of me and I was being flipped onto my back.

“I’m considering this a binding contract, okay?” Ellis grunted as he slammed into me. “I want you. Permanently.”

“Couldn’t think of anything — ahhh — better.”

He dove for my chest again, mouth and tongue laving attention on my nipple. The other was already dark pink from his earlier assault.

Every thrust was brutal — powerful and passionate. Giving me everything he had.

“N-not gonna last much longer,” he groaned. “Need you to cum with me baby.”

I tightened my legs around him and tilted my hips for just the right pressure. So close.

“Look at me.”

I did. Eyes frantically scanning all over Ellis’ face, like I could memorize it.

“No, really look at me, baby.”

He clasped my jaw in his hand and held me in place, until all I could see were his eyes.

“There she is,” he breathed. “There’s my girl.”

He kissed me softly, then traced my lips with his thumb.

“Cum for me baby,” he breathed. “I wanna cum with you.”

I did as told, and didn’t break eye contact for one second as my orgasm hit. I was fairly certain just watching him as his own orgasm took hold drew out my own.

He pulled out of me finally, but he didn’t let me out of his arms.

“Dumb question,” he panted after a few minutes of blissful silence. “Can I ask it?”

“Yeah,” I replied breathlessly. “I may have a dumb answer, though.

“We’re, like, dating now, right? I’m assuming that’s kinda given since we just admitted we’re in love with each other but…”

“Yeah, I think we’re, like, dating now,” I replied with an achingly big smile.

He chuckled. “Girlfriend,” he sighed. “You’re my girlfriend.”

Oh I loved the sound of that.

Another brief stretch of serene quiet.

“Do you…do you want to stop having sex for a little while, so we could get used to dating? I want to take you out and do all the boyfriend stuff.”

“That’s sweet,” I replied. “And yes, I want to do all the dating stuff. Mini golf. Picnics. But I think we can do all that and keep having sex.”

I nudged his thigh. “Honestly? I could barely go a few days without you before I knew you were in love with me. You turned me into a monster. Imagine how bad it’ll be now.”

He laughed, and brushed every last strand of hair out of my face. Anything that would obstruct his view.

“I’m in this for the long haul, Mandy,” he said softly.

My heart skipped a beat, still convinced this was a dream I’d wake up from.

“That’s my attempt at poetically saying I’m never letting go of you,” he added.

I nestled into his arms and sighed. “Sounds good to me.”