Bestie
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“Hobag.” He grins, but there is something in his eyes.
Oh.
Oh, God.
Fuck me eyes.
I’m taken by surprise. I mean, I’ve thought about fucking him for sure, because, hell, he’s great looking and I adore him, I just didn’t realise he was thinking the same thing. I mean, we’re both not ready for anything serious, could we just have a bit of fun? Would friends with benefits work for us?
I drop my head down, staring at my beer as I think. My hair falls down either side of my face, and a second later, I feel his fingers gently stroke through it as he moves it out of the way and tucks it behind my ear. I shiver and look up at him. Those eyes. That face. The way he smells. My sex drive is in overdrive just thinking about what it would be like with him.
What would it hurt?
He leans forward and neither of us do anything to stop it, or pull back. His lips find mine, and he tastes as good as he smells. The kiss is soft. It lingers just a little. Then he pulls back.
“Are we doing this?” I ask, meeting his eyes.
“I’ll be honest, after the break up, I’m not ready for anything serious just yet, but I like you. I don’t want to use you, but I can’t promise anything more than this right now.”
“I’m not ready for anything serious, either, so I’m okay with that.”
And that’s the truth. I know a lot of girls say that and don’t mean it, but the fact of the matter is, I’m enjoying not having the drama of a relationship. I could see myself with someone like Roman down the track, but for right now, I’m happy for us both to just ... get it out.
“I want it.”
He stands and takes my hand. I expect him to lead me inside, but he leads me out into the yard and towards the shed.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
He opens the shed and I see a gorgeous old red car. I smile. God. Yes. I’ve always wanted to to know what it would like to lay in the back of an old car, smelling the leather, feeling my skin press against it as a man fucked me.
God. I’m depraved.
“The car?” I breathe.
“The car.”
“Yes.”
He opens the door and murmurs, “In.”
I climb in, and he slips in beside me, sitting next to me.
“So, this is kind of weird, right?” I say.
He doesn’t answer, he turns towards me, grabs my face, and kisses me. This kiss is deeper than the last, our tongues touch, our mouths collide, and fuck he tastes good. I reach up and tangle my fingers into his hair, it’s thick and God, I love pushing my fingers through it. Our kisses become more frantic, and it isn’t at all what I thought it would be.
It’s so much better.
His hands slide up under my shirt and find my bra. He jerks it up and his fingers find my nipple. I gasp. God, that feels good. So good. His fingers are long, soft, fucking amazing. I squirm and shuffle out of my jeans, tossing them somewhere on the floor. His free hand drops down between my legs, and slips beneath my panties.
Oh. Fuck. Yes.
“You’re wet,” he murmurs against my lips.
“I can’t help it,” I gasp as he slides one finger inside me.
Fuck.
He thrusts, and my hands frantically go towards his jeans, unzipping them. I reach inside and find his cock. It’s hard. It’s beautiful. It’s thick. Yep. This will be pretty incredible. I stroke a few times, he thrusts his fingers into me, and our gasps and moans fill the small space we’re in. I love the sound. I love how the windows are slowly fogging up from our breaths, from our heat.
Roman pulls back and takes hold of me, repositioning me so that he can lay back. I half fall on top of him, his cock still in my hand. “Are you expecting something?” I say, stroking a few times.
“Yeah. You going to suck that or not?”
I grin at him. Only Roman.
Then I do as he asks—I lower down and touch my lips to the head of his cock. I part them and slip it into my mouth. My entire body comes to life as I slide down, taking him in, then coming back up. I create a rhythm and he makes a sexy sound in his throat, maybe a moan, maybe a grunt, either way, it’s hot. His fingers go down and tangle in my hair. Fuck, I love that. One hand slides to my cheek and he strokes a few times before tangling it back into my hair.
I’m turned on.
So incredibly turned on.
“Are we going to fuck?” I breathe, lifting up and looking at him.
He moves quickly, flipping me so my back hits the seat and he comes down over top of me. I shiver as I look up at him. I can’t see much, just the shadows of his face, but it’s a gorgeous face, even with only the faintest light touching it. I reach up and stroke my fingers over his stubble, then I bring him down for another kiss as he takes his cock, pressing it right where I need it.
Then he thrusts.
I arch. He groans.
Fuck, that feels good.
I put my foot up, pressing it to the front seat of the car, pressing just slightly so my hips will tilt up. And then it hits. Right there. I’ve never orgasmed before, I’ve come close, but it just never seems to touch the right place. But whatever he’s doing ... it’s touching it. I gasp and hang onto his bicep, moaning as he keeps rubbing over that spot.
“I’m going to come,” I whimper, slapping my hand down onto the leather seat. “Oh, fuck.”
He thrusts harder, deeper, and it happens. I arch up, pleasure explodes inside me, and I come. I come like I’ve never come before. It takes me a few moments to come down from the incredible high. My body trembles, my skin prickles and everything feels alive. Roman pulls back, sliding out of me so he can press his back against the seat. He pulls me onto his lap, and I happily go.
“You didn’t ...” I say.
“Soon,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to mine again.
I kiss him, deep and then soft. Intense, and then in small pecks. I reach up, tangling my hands in his hair and tugging his head back just slightly. “You have amazing hair.” I sigh, loving how it feels. “So thick.”
“I’ve got Maltese in me,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling his head out of my hands so he can press his face into my neck.
I let him do that, just for a moment, and then our lips find each other again. We kiss. God. Kissing him is incredible. I shift, just slightly, and I can feel his erection between my legs. I raise up, and his cock slides right where we both need it. Then slowly, I lower down. I gasp as he fills me. It feels incredible.
Oh.
Oh, God.
Fuck me eyes.
I’m taken by surprise. I mean, I’ve thought about fucking him for sure, because, hell, he’s great looking and I adore him, I just didn’t realise he was thinking the same thing. I mean, we’re both not ready for anything serious, could we just have a bit of fun? Would friends with benefits work for us?
I drop my head down, staring at my beer as I think. My hair falls down either side of my face, and a second later, I feel his fingers gently stroke through it as he moves it out of the way and tucks it behind my ear. I shiver and look up at him. Those eyes. That face. The way he smells. My sex drive is in overdrive just thinking about what it would be like with him.
What would it hurt?
He leans forward and neither of us do anything to stop it, or pull back. His lips find mine, and he tastes as good as he smells. The kiss is soft. It lingers just a little. Then he pulls back.
“Are we doing this?” I ask, meeting his eyes.
“I’ll be honest, after the break up, I’m not ready for anything serious just yet, but I like you. I don’t want to use you, but I can’t promise anything more than this right now.”
“I’m not ready for anything serious, either, so I’m okay with that.”
And that’s the truth. I know a lot of girls say that and don’t mean it, but the fact of the matter is, I’m enjoying not having the drama of a relationship. I could see myself with someone like Roman down the track, but for right now, I’m happy for us both to just ... get it out.
“I want it.”
He stands and takes my hand. I expect him to lead me inside, but he leads me out into the yard and towards the shed.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
He opens the shed and I see a gorgeous old red car. I smile. God. Yes. I’ve always wanted to to know what it would like to lay in the back of an old car, smelling the leather, feeling my skin press against it as a man fucked me.
God. I’m depraved.
“The car?” I breathe.
“The car.”
“Yes.”
He opens the door and murmurs, “In.”
I climb in, and he slips in beside me, sitting next to me.
“So, this is kind of weird, right?” I say.
He doesn’t answer, he turns towards me, grabs my face, and kisses me. This kiss is deeper than the last, our tongues touch, our mouths collide, and fuck he tastes good. I reach up and tangle my fingers into his hair, it’s thick and God, I love pushing my fingers through it. Our kisses become more frantic, and it isn’t at all what I thought it would be.
It’s so much better.
His hands slide up under my shirt and find my bra. He jerks it up and his fingers find my nipple. I gasp. God, that feels good. So good. His fingers are long, soft, fucking amazing. I squirm and shuffle out of my jeans, tossing them somewhere on the floor. His free hand drops down between my legs, and slips beneath my panties.
Oh. Fuck. Yes.
“You’re wet,” he murmurs against my lips.
“I can’t help it,” I gasp as he slides one finger inside me.
Fuck.
He thrusts, and my hands frantically go towards his jeans, unzipping them. I reach inside and find his cock. It’s hard. It’s beautiful. It’s thick. Yep. This will be pretty incredible. I stroke a few times, he thrusts his fingers into me, and our gasps and moans fill the small space we’re in. I love the sound. I love how the windows are slowly fogging up from our breaths, from our heat.
Roman pulls back and takes hold of me, repositioning me so that he can lay back. I half fall on top of him, his cock still in my hand. “Are you expecting something?” I say, stroking a few times.
“Yeah. You going to suck that or not?”
I grin at him. Only Roman.
Then I do as he asks—I lower down and touch my lips to the head of his cock. I part them and slip it into my mouth. My entire body comes to life as I slide down, taking him in, then coming back up. I create a rhythm and he makes a sexy sound in his throat, maybe a moan, maybe a grunt, either way, it’s hot. His fingers go down and tangle in my hair. Fuck, I love that. One hand slides to my cheek and he strokes a few times before tangling it back into my hair.
I’m turned on.
So incredibly turned on.
“Are we going to fuck?” I breathe, lifting up and looking at him.
He moves quickly, flipping me so my back hits the seat and he comes down over top of me. I shiver as I look up at him. I can’t see much, just the shadows of his face, but it’s a gorgeous face, even with only the faintest light touching it. I reach up and stroke my fingers over his stubble, then I bring him down for another kiss as he takes his cock, pressing it right where I need it.
Then he thrusts.
I arch. He groans.
Fuck, that feels good.
I put my foot up, pressing it to the front seat of the car, pressing just slightly so my hips will tilt up. And then it hits. Right there. I’ve never orgasmed before, I’ve come close, but it just never seems to touch the right place. But whatever he’s doing ... it’s touching it. I gasp and hang onto his bicep, moaning as he keeps rubbing over that spot.
“I’m going to come,” I whimper, slapping my hand down onto the leather seat. “Oh, fuck.”
He thrusts harder, deeper, and it happens. I arch up, pleasure explodes inside me, and I come. I come like I’ve never come before. It takes me a few moments to come down from the incredible high. My body trembles, my skin prickles and everything feels alive. Roman pulls back, sliding out of me so he can press his back against the seat. He pulls me onto his lap, and I happily go.
“You didn’t ...” I say.
“Soon,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to mine again.
I kiss him, deep and then soft. Intense, and then in small pecks. I reach up, tangling my hands in his hair and tugging his head back just slightly. “You have amazing hair.” I sigh, loving how it feels. “So thick.”
“I’ve got Maltese in me,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling his head out of my hands so he can press his face into my neck.
I let him do that, just for a moment, and then our lips find each other again. We kiss. God. Kissing him is incredible. I shift, just slightly, and I can feel his erection between my legs. I raise up, and his cock slides right where we both need it. Then slowly, I lower down. I gasp as he fills me. It feels incredible.
