Page 71 of By His Play

I lie there for hours, lost in my thoughts about my best friend, but at some point, my exhaustion claims me.

“Effie,” I moan as her warm, soft palm slides down my stomach, heading for the waistband of my sweats. “Oh god.”

My heart thunders as I fight to suck in the air I need.

We can’t do this. We can’t?—

“Fuck,” I grunt as her hand slides over the fabric of my sweats and my hard length.

It’s been aching for hours.

Lying here next to her, it’s been impossible to contain it.

Thoughts of her in that dress...how close we came to fucking up our friendship...how fucking insane her tits looked...

I grit my teeth, trying to fight against my body’s natural instinct to thrust into her touch.

It’s been so long since I’ve had any action.

My body craves it.

Her delicate fingers wrap around my shaft, and she strokes me again.

I’m fucking powerless but to give into my baser instincts.

My hips thrust forward, and a filthy groan spills from my lips.

So good.

She grips me tighter, and I shamelessly use her hand to get off.

I feel like a teenager again, but I don’t care.

It’s good. Too fucking good.

All too soon, my release is surging forward.

I want to be embarrassed, but I’m not. I’m burning too hot and soaring too close to orgasm to care.

“Shit,” I hiss when my release barrels into me.

My cock jerks violently in her hold as I come in my pants.

Fuck.

My breathing is erratic as I fight to come down from my high.

My sated body relaxes into the mattress, but it all changes when the warm body behind me suddenly tenses, and she pulls her hand away so fast, I startle.

My eyes fly open, and I stare at the ajar door of Effie’s bedroom.

That…that was a dream…right?

Just a dream.

Sucking in a deep breath, I turn over and risk looking at Effie.

She’s lying on her back with her hands over her face.

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