Page 64 of Role Play
Ash
The next day was one of the best mornings of my life. And it was also one of the worst mornings of my life. I was a living Charles Dickens novel apparently. I awoke with Lucy in my arms. The first woman to sleep in my bed sinceBrie.
My throat clogged as I peered down at her, her dark brown hair fanned across my bare chest and her arm draped across my stomach. I pulled her in tighter, kissing the top of her head and closing my eyes as I dropped back onto my pillow. My chest was tight, and my eyes burned. I brushed my thumb across Brie’s ring, still on my pinky, and gave her a silent apology. Another woman was sleeping on her side of the bed. Resting a head on her pillow. Using hernightstand.
I don’t know what the alternative would have been. I couldn’t and wouldn’t stay in Lucy’s apartment. I couldn’t be anywhere near that apartment complex. And last night, Lucy wasn’t ready for LnS—that was for sure. I guess there was always the option of going to a hotel… but even that felt wrong. It cheapened what we were doing here, and I didn’t want to run the risk of Lucy feeling used. I swallowed, the lump going down like a ball ofsawdust.
The truth was, IwantedLucy to stay over tonight. I expected a BDSM fuck last night. Something to get Lucy out of my system and teach her a bit about a lifestyle she clearly was drawn to. But instead of getting her out of my system, I was now hooked. I craved more of her. And instead of a BDSM fuck… I made love to her. For the first time in five years, I made love to a woman other than mywife.
Fuck me. One night; one emotional, heart-to-heart fuck with Lucy and I was already turning into asap.
“I’m sorry, Brie,” I whispered to the dark bedroom, almost as though she were there with us. Like the world’s most unsexy haunted threesome. Shit, it’s the kind of stupid movie idea Richard would greenlight for drunk frat boys.Haunted Threesome: Coming to a theater nearyou.
Don’t be sorry, Brie whispered back in my mind. If only it was really her. If only it wasn’t just my stupid subconscious trying to convince myself that what I did was okay. And that it would be okay to do itagain.
I gripped the Egyptian cotton sheets twisted around my legs and clenched them hard in my fist.I promise you, I won’t do this again here, I thought to Brie. I’ll take Lucy to LnS next. Keep a healthyseparation.
Healthy?Brie’s voice chuckled in mymind.
Okay, fine. Healthier, Icountered.
Healthier forwho?
Don’t you hate it when you argue with the voices in yourhead?
I groaned, and checked my phone for the time. Four-twenty-six a.m. The sun hadn’t even begun peeking through the navy sky yet, but we had to be on set by six. In a matter of minutes, my alarm would blare and whatever this was—Heaven? Hell?—would be interrupted. I slid out of bed, careful not to wake her just yet, and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. No need to hop in the shower since Lucy and I covered that lastnight.
When I came back into the bedroom, Lucy surprised me by not only being awake, but was already dressed in yesterday’s jeans and t-shirt which I had washed for her last night. An unsure smile twitched at the corners of her mouth. Nervous? Why was she nervous. I crossed the room to her. “Morning, gorgeous,” I said, my voice still sleep-graveled.
“Morning,” she answeredquietly.
I bent, pressing my lips to hers. “You sleepokay?”
She nodded, but said nothing more. Hmm. “You talk in your sleep,” she said quickly, and I froze. Fuck. Brie used to tell me that, too. But it only happened if I was extremely relaxed. Hence, it hadn’t happened in over five years. Or at least, not to myknowledge.
I cleared my throat and reached for a shirt from my drawer. I could feel Lucy’s gaze burning into my back, but I refused to look up at her, and instead rummaged through my clothes. “Did I say anything interesting?” I slid my arms into a soft green polo shirt and then grabbed a pair of black pants hanging in my closet and slipped intothem.
She took a while to answer, but eventually Lucy shook her head no. “Not really.Except…”
My mouth went dryer than a sandstorm. “Except?” Iprodded.
“Well, you did say something about Judy being better than Liza.” A grin broke out along herface.
Relief hit me like a wave and my shoulders relaxed. “Oh, you’re going down!” I tackled her onto the bed as a peal of laughter tore from her throat. I dove my fingers into her sides, tickling her, and she squirmed, wiggling that curvy little body beneathme.
Her legs opened wider, my pelvis wedged between them and her laughter morphed into soft, short pants. My cock hardened, pressing into her denim covered cleft, and she parted her lips, eyes heavy as she looked up into my eyes from over her glasses. She curved her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my ass, pressing me deeper againsther.
“Ash,” she moaned my name, her voice more husky than usual. Her cheeks flushed pink and I could smell our arousal heavily in theair.
“God, Lucy,” I gasped, my hands fisting restlessly into the twisted sheets surrounding us. I closed my eyes, taking her mouth in a bruising kiss, sliding my tongue in long strokes against hers. I swallowed her moans. Her cries. Her gasps. I drank them in like the finest scotch. Her hand found my cock, gripping me hard through my pants. “Oh, fuck,” I said through gnashed teeth, breaking ourkiss.
I arched into her tight grip, my balls swelling. I needed to bury myself inside her. I needed to come hard and fast and feel her little body spasm around my milked dick. I wanted her spread-eagled right there, and to sink my dick into her hard and fast until my balls were pressed against her swollen pussylips.
She popped open the button of my pants, reaching into my boxer briefs and gripping me, flesh on flesh. A groan tore from my mouth, and I arched into her hold, thrusting my cock harder into her palm. I threw my head back, and then I made the biggest mistake ofall.
I lookedup.
I opened my fucking eyes to the carved wooden trinket box on the dresser across the room. Brie’s trinket box I couldn’t bring myself to put away or get rid of. The one I carved for her myself, and put her engagement ringin.”
