What Friends Are For (3 page)

Her parents had divorced when she was too little to
remember. But from the look on Jack’s face whenever her dad’s name was
mentioned she had little doubt that her dad had been a bad person. Her brother
never referred to him by name. In fact, unless her mom was present he called
him “the abusive bastard”. If her mom was there he didn’t discuss him at all.
Her mom loved her and her brother but she’d never dated and Jacey had always
thought her mom was a little afraid of men. There’d been a few who showed interest
through the years, but her mom never reciprocated.

“You okay?” Jonas asked, pulling her from her turbulent
thoughts.

“Perfect,” she said, snuggling closer to him. “I care so
much for you, Jonas. I went a little crazy when I thought I might lose you.”

“You won’t lose me,” he said into her hair.

“So where do we go from here?” she asked. She wasn’t good at
relationships, never had been. Sex she was good at. Work she was good at.
Friendship, she was loyal to the last. But the whole guy-girl love kinda thing,
she wasn’t sure of at all.

“Where do you want it to go?” he asked. “I can’t go back to
being just friends, Jacey. And I won’t settle for just being your booty call.”

“I wouldn’t do that to you,” she said. “But I have to be
honest with you. I don’t know how to do a relationship, Jonas. I have no idea
what to do. What the rules are or even if I can follow them.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I want to be with you,” she confessed. “I want to have sex
with you. Morning, afternoon, night. Whenever. Wherever. I want you.”

“I want you too, Jacey. But I want more than just sex. I
want to take you out. Dinner, movie, or just a walk somewhere. I want to hold
your hand, to snuggle on the couch and watch crappy TV shows. I want to wake up
with you in my bed, go to sleep every night with you beside me.”

“You want me to move in with you?”

“Yes.”

She could feel the panic wanting to close in around her. The
need to run before things got too serious. But she couldn’t. She wouldn’t. Not
this time. Not with Jonas. She didn’t know if she loved him, but she did know
that she couldn’t lose him.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for that,” she admitted.

“It’s okay, Jacey.” He grinned. “I didn’t mean today. I just
meant in general, eventually.”

“Oh,” she said, letting her breath whoosh free of her lungs.

He laughed. “No need to go into panic mode and
hyperventilate.”

Damn it! How did he know her so well? She sighed. Because he
was Jonas and he paid attention, that was why.

“I’m not panicking,” she lied.

“Sure you are,” he disagreed, grinning.

“No, I’m just thinking.”

“Really?” he asked, the skepticism loud and clear in his
voice. “And just what is it that you’re thinking about, Jacey?”

“About what other fantasies you’ve had about me,” she said
in a husky tone.

“Too many to count,” he said, and those eyes were deep, dark
pools again.

“If I’m staying with you tonight, then why don’t we make a
few more come true?”

He shifted beside her, making her aware that his cock was
hard and ready again.

“Why don’t we,” he agreed.

Chapter Five

“Do you remember when you told me about the guy with the ass
fetish?”

“Maybe we should forget what I’ve told you about being with
other guys.”

Jonas laughed and the bed shook with his mirth. “Forget it.
Trust me, every story you’ve shared with me is burned into my brain. Of course,
I’ve twisted them here and there to make me the one with you.”

“I like that.”

“Me too.” He nodded. “So the ass fetish thing…”

She laughed. “I assume you’re referring to my anal-sex
phase?”

“Hell yeah,” he agreed, rolling so that he was on top of
her, his cock like steel against her thigh. “Feel like revisiting that phase?”

“Honestly?” she asked and he nodded. She could see the lust
and desire in his eyes and knew it was reflected back to him in hers. “I never
left that phase.” His cock moved against her.

“Fuck, Jacey,” he murmured, dropping his head to kiss her.
He nipped her bottom lip with his teeth and then soothed it with the slide of
his tongue before dipping inside. The man could kiss. He had a way of making
her feel as if she was his favorite meal and he could savor her forever.

“Do you have lube?” she asked when the kiss ended.

“Yes,” he groaned, but instead of moving he just kept
sprinkling kisses over her face and neck. His hands were moving over her as
well. One thumb plied a nipple while the other hand was already smoothing down
her tummy toward her pussy. She was wet and ready for it.

His mouth worked down her neck, nipping and sucking at her
skin. She hadn’t had a hickie in a long time but the thought of Jonas marking
her excited her. He licked over the tops of her breasts then moved to slide his
tongue under them. He shifted his mouth over each globe but never touched the
nipples, which she desperately wanted him to. They were stiff points of need
that he managed to keep avoiding.

“Jonas,” she moaned his name when she couldn’t wait any
longer.

“So impatient,” he chuckled but he took a nipple in his
mouth and sucked greedily on it. His other hand was finally down between her
legs and he used his thumb to rub small circles over her clit.

Hell yeah.
She wrapped her hands in his hair and just
held him while he moved back and forth between her nipples. She pulled her
knees up, opening herself up to him and his fingers and he rewarded her by
sliding away from her clit and thrusting two fingers inside her.

She moaned long and low as the pleasure built inside her.
Jonas left her nipples and forged a path of sucks, nibbles and licks down to
where his fingers had her primed and ready to go. His lips took over the
clitoral play and in seconds he had her hovering on the brink of orgasm.

“Jonas,” she breathed his name as she undulated beneath his
fingers and tongue. “I’m going to come.”

“Mmmmhhhhhmmmmm,” he moaned around her clit and the
vibration sent her spiraling over.

He stayed with her, licking softly and placing delicate
kisses along her folds and inner thighs. But his fingers—his wicked
fingers—were taking her juices and using them to lubricate her anus. He rimmed
her, rubbed her, but didn’t press for entry. She wanted him to.

“Jonas,” she whispered his name and he glanced up, meeting
her eyes. “Get the lube.”

He grinned and rolled away to sit on the edge of the bed
before reaching out to open the bedside drawer again and pull out a tube of
lubricant. Then he ripped another condom from the roll on the tabletop and
turned back toward her.

She quickly moved to lie on her stomach across the bed, her
eyes on his bobbing cock. “Let me,” she said and held her hand out. He dropped
the condom in her hand and just stood there, waiting. She could see his stomach
muscles clenching with anticipation of what she might do.

She came up onto her hands and knees. Balancing with one
hand braced on the bed, she took his cock in her other and gave him a slow
stroke from the head to the base and back up again. Looking up at his eyes, she
dipped her head and rubbed her tongue over him.

He moaned, dropping the lube to the bed beside her. His
hands moved to her head, capturing her hair where it fell on either side of her
face and pulling it back, holding it there while he watched her. She kept her
eyes on his while she licked, stroked and placed soft sucks along his cock. Her
fingers and mouth worked together, tormenting him with the pleasure she was
giving.

She loved his cock. The shape. The way it filled both her cunt
and her mouth and soon, her ass. She wallowed in the taste of him, tapping and
rubbing against the slit in search of pre-cum. She bathed the taut globes of
his testicles, loving the texture and feel as she sucked lightly on the skin,
gently scraped her nails over them.

“Jacey,” he moaned her name and tugged softly on her hair.

“My mouth or my ass,” she told him, licking over the crown
of his cock again. “Your choice.”

He swallowed and she watched his Adam’s apple bob. “Your
ass,” he managed. “This time.”

She smiled and placed another soft kiss before coming up to
her knees in front of him. Jacey leaned in and took his mouth, taking,
devouring, conquering him with her kiss. She pulled back slowly and nipped his
lip.

Jacey turned around on the bed and, moving into the center,
dropped back down to her hands and knees, facing away from him. She dropped her
torso down to rest on her forearms and wiggled her ass. Glancing back over her
shoulder, she saw him just looking at her. He grabbed the condom where she’d
dropped it on the bed instead of putting it on him like she’d said. But she’d
wanted to taste, had to taste instead. He opened the condom and rolled it on,
never once looking away from her ass.

He grabbed the lubricant tube and met her eyes. “I’ll take
it easy. I’ll make it good for both of us.”

She had to glance away from him but she nodded her
agreement. She didn’t want him to see the tears in her eyes. No one. No one had
ever made her feel the way Jonas did. In bed or out of it.

She felt his fingers, slick with lube, slide between the
crease in her ass and touch her anus. He rubbed softly around her back
entrance, applying the lube in abundance and torturing her before finally
dipping one finger inside. Not far enough though, just enough to tease and torment.

“Fuck me,” she begged, almost insane with need.

“Not yet,” he whispered and his hand left her. Before she
could beg again, it was back with more lube on his fingers. She felt the cool
gel as he rubbed over her anus again. This time he pressed into her, deeper,
going past the first ring of muscle and burying one digit inside.

“Yes,” she breathed.

He pulled it back and thrust again. Then pulled it free. She
was ready to scream. He’d put on more lube. No rubbing this time though. He
thrust two fingers inside and scissored them, spreading and lubing her. He
fucked her with them and she was moaning and begging and couldn’t stop.

He squirted more lube on her but didn’t remove his fingers
this time. She had to be good and ready at this point. Surely he didn’t plan to
use the whole tube to get her ready. Her ass wasn’t virgin territory. Hell, the
best orgasm she’d ever had was during anal sex. She loved it.

“Jonas,” she moaned his name. “Please,” she begged.

She heard the tube drop and then his fingers were gone. The
bed shifted as he moved into place behind her. Then his hands were back,
gripping her ass cheeks and spreading them. She knew he had a great view of her
now. The position she was in allowed him to see her wet cunt as well as her
lubed ass.

He slid his sheathed cock along the seam of her pussy,
tapping her clit with the head with each stroke as he coated it with her
juices.

“Your pussy is so pink and wet,” he told her. “I love how
wet you get for me. Love how bare you are.”

“Yes,” she agreed. Anything to get him to take her.

His cock moved and rode the seam of her ass. She clenched
her cheeks, giving him a firm squeeze. His reward was a firm slap on the top of
her right ass cheek, making her cry out and shudder.

“I love your ass,” he continued, stroking against her. “Love
these two dimples you have on your lower back. You have the most incredible ass
I’ve ever seen.”

“God, Jonas,” she swore. “Fuck me. Please just fuck me.”

“Yes,” he said and the head of his cock lodged against her
anus.

She caught her breath as he pushed, seeking entrance. Slowly
he forged inside, slipping past that ring of muscle and filling her with his
cock. So good, so fucking good. He pulled back just as slowly and thrust again,
moaning as he did.

“Better,” he moaned. “So much better.”

“What?” she groaned.

“Fucking your ass,” he sighed. “So much better than any
fantasy.”

“Then fuck it, Jonas,” she cried. “Fuck it.”

With a harsh groan he began thrusting faster, slightly
harder, shafting deep before retreating. She dropped her hips to the bed and he
followed her, continuing to fuck just the way she wanted him to. She moved one
hand down and found her clit. She rubbed and ground her flesh against the palm
of her hand, desperately working toward the explosive release she knew was
possible.

“You need this?” Jonas asked as his hand slid under to catch
hers at play. “Yeah, Princess, show me what you want.”

“Oh god,” she cried as she took his hand and used it to ride
her clit against. She screamed as she came. The orgasm was so intense that she
could feel the tears on her cheeks as she shook. Every inch of her seemed to be
on fire, then tingling as if her entire body had fallen asleep and was waking
up. It hurt. It consumed. It filled every inch of her and had her begging for
mercy.

She was vaguely aware of Jonas moving his hand, gripping and
lifting her ass while he rode her hard and fast to his release. She shuddered
and gasped for breath as he collapsed on top of her. He kissed her shoulder,
shifted so that the top of his body rested beside her on the bed but kept his
hips glued to her ass.

“Incredible, Jacey,” he whispered. “You’re so incredible.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she lied. He was amazing.
Completely and utterly amazing.

He chuckled and shifted again. She moaned as he pulled his softening
cock free of her ass and kissed the back of her head. “God, I love you,” he
whispered.

She just sighed and snuggled deeper into the bed. She wanted
him. Needed him in her life in ways she’d never wanted or needed anyone else.
But was it love? Or would it fade as it had with every other guy she’d slept
with? Would she still want Jonas tomorrow? Or the day after? A month from now?
A year? She could feel the panic wanting to set in and did her best to restrain
it. A day at a time. That was all she could do. One day at a time.