Seducing My Best Friend (The Wrights Book 2)

by McKenna Rogue

  Hayley was panting and arching off the bed as if she was trying to get closer to me. I slid down her body, kissing and caressing as I went.

  “Matthew,” she groaned as I drew close to her pussy.

  “Yeah, Hayles?” My voice was husky and raw with need. It was taking all the control I had not to dive into her cunt and get to making her scream my name.

  “More,” she moaned.

  “More what?” I asked with innocence, teasing her.

  She hooked her leg over my shoulder, opening herself up to me. I could smell her arousal, like an invitation to dine. I kissed down her inner thigh and worked my arms around her thighs. I spread her wider.

  “You’re practically dripping.” I licked through the folds of her cunt, my eyes rolling back into my head at her taste.

  Hayley moaned and her hips bucked toward my face. I smirked. “What has you so hot and bothered?” I licked again, making sure to swirl my tongue around her clit.

  Then I couldn’t take it anymore. She tasted so good and I wanted to enjoy her release. I ate her out voraciously, my fingers digging into her flesh as she tried to close her thighs around my head when it got good. I chuckled, my breath hot on her clit.

  Hayley pushed my head back down to her pussy.

  “Needy little thing,” I teased.

  Hayley practically started humping my face and I took that as a sign she was close. I wasn’t an expert in Hayley’s sex noises and body movements, but I planned to be. After the small taste I’d had, I knew I would never get enough.

  “Just a little more,” she pleaded.

  Happy to oblige, I sucked her clit back into my mouth, grazing my teeth across it. Hayley bucked hard and screamed out my name. Her hand tugged on my hair as she rode out her climax. I licked and lapped up her juices as they flowed freely. Once she sagged back to the bed, I continued licking, slowly letting her ride out her orgasm. Her body was still twitching and her moans had just started to wane.

  I couldn’t believe I was finally doing this with her. But maybe it had to wait until now. I climbed back up her body, kissing and tasting her as I went. She tugged me back to her for another kiss. She used the leverage of her planted foot and rolled us over so she was straddling me.

  “Good God, you’re beautiful,” I said, my hands tracing over her curves. Her brown hair fell over her shoulders like a river of brown silk. Right then and there I knew what I should’ve always known, that I was in love with her. There was no question now. I wanted Hayley to be mine. And maybe in my head, I’d always thought of her as mine.

  “You still with me?” I murmured.

  She leaned down over me and kissed me while her hand wrapped around my length. I grunted against her sinful mouth. She stroked me a few times and then lined up my dick at her entrance. She broke our kiss as she slid down my cock until I was completely seated inside her. We both groaned in unison.

  “Who knew you were so big?” She pressed her palms to my chest as she started to ride me. “You feel amazing inside me.”

  My hands went to her hips and I watched her above me. She looked so carefree and wild. This was how I always saw her. This was my Hayley. I thrust up inside her, joining her rough rhythm. Wanting to feel her lose it on my cock.

  “You’re so tight. So wet,” I growled.

  She smirked and slammed down roughly. She rocked her hips and slid her hands up over her abdomen, her breasts, and into her hair. What a fucking goddess.

  My balls tightened. I was so close. The burn of my release ached. I pressed my thumb to her clit and rubbed her roughly, sending her into a frenzy of thrusts and rocking as her moans grew louder.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. I rolled her onto her back and used my weight to spread her wide beneath me. I thrust hard into her wanting cunt. Her fingers dug into my arms as I fucked her, pumping in and out of her. Our bodies slapped together noisily.

  “Oh fuck!” Hayley cried out just before her pussy clamped down hard on my cock. I kept thrusting and riding her as her body clenched and tightened around me. Hayley hooked her leg around my hip and dug her heel into my ass, pressing me into her. I fucked into her harder and harder until I lost it. I pushed in deep and growled as I spilled into her.

  Hayley’s cunt squeezed me again and she arched against me. She cried out my name as she rolled through another orgasm. Holy shit. Had she lost it on my dick again because I came? That was so fucking hot. I collapsed on top of her, not wanting it to be over. It felt so fast and frenzied. As I slipped from her, I rolled off her and lay there staring at the bed. Good God, I had no idea sex could be so fucking hot.

  Hayley was still panting when she sat up. Her body was slick with sweat and flushed pink with arousal. “Holy hell, man.”

  “What?”

  “I don’t know. I feel like my world has been totally rocked. I didn’t know sex was supposed to be like that.”

  I chuckled. “Yeah, that’s a new one on me too. You freaking out on me yet?”

  “Hardly. I want to know when you’ll be ready for round two.”

  “If I were in my twenties, I’d be ready. But I’m an old guy now.”

  She swatted me. “Shut up. I’m older than you. I’m just reaching my sexual peak. You need to recover faster if you’re going to please me.” She turned toward me and lay next to me, not quite touching me.

  “Oh shit. I’m such an asshole. I didn’t even…we didn’t use a condom. Again.”

  “It’s not like you’re some one-night stand, dude.”

  “Can you not call me dude after hot sex like that? Derrick called me dude. Hayley, my friend, calls me dude. Hayley, my sex goddess, cannot call me dude.”

  She giggled. “Your sex goddess? I can get used to that. I suppose you want to be my sex god?”

  I shrugged. “If the shoe fits, right?”

  “Whatever you say…dude.”

  I reached over her hip and slapped her ass.

  “Hey!”

  “Are you sure you’re okay with not using a condom? We can get some. I didn’t come prepared. I’m a terrible boy scout.”

  “I didn’t come prepared either. And it did occur to me right before, but I’ve always used a condom and I’m tested regularly. I’m clean,” she said. “I should’ve said something before…but I was really in the moment.”

  “I should’ve thought of it. I feel like such a schmuck. I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t worry about it. We’re both adults and we both were a little stupid. The only concern would be pregnancy, anyway. But that’s what I use birth control for, right?”

  “You may not find that as comforting when I tell you what happened with Rachel…”

  Her brow arched.

  “Yeah, after the lecture I spewed at my youngest sister about birth control, I was a complete idiot and didn’t even think about it before having sex with you. Which is weird because I’m usually a stickler for it.”

  “Yeah, me too.” Her hand clapped to my chest. “So, wait, are you telling me Rachel is pregnant?” Hayley’s eyes got really big. “I thought she was the good one!”

  “She is the good one. But birth control failed her miserably. She said she was on the pill and they used a condom.”

  “Wow. It’s really not a hundred percent. Do you think she’s lying?”

  “No, I don’t. She has no reason to lie. She sounded pretty shook up. It surprises me she came to me about it and not to one of the sisters. Or even Aubrey or something.”

  “Clearly, she trusts you. Does she know what she wants to do?”

  “She loves the guy. She says the timing is all wrong but she doesn’t care. She wants them to be a family.”

  “Sometimes you just know.” She looked away from me and I wondered what she was thinking.

  “What? Tell me.”

  “I don’t know. Part of me feels I should’ve known this is where we were always headed. And then I wonder why it took us so long.”

  “Isn’t it just a good thing we figured it out?” I ask
ed.

  “Better late than never?”

  “Exactly.”

  She bit her lower lip. “I guess we’ll see.”

  It chapped my ass she was still as unsure as she was. I wasn’t unsure. I just didn’t know where we went from here…except more sex. Definitely more sex.

  18

  Matt

  Hayley wrapped her hand around my half-mast cock and stroked lazily. “I think we should try a little more of this and see just how compatible we are, Mr. Wright.”

  “Is that with or without the ‘W’?”

  She rolled her eyes and pushed me onto my back as she started kissing down my chest. She nipped at my flesh, bit, sucked, licked, all the way down to my cock. I was hard as a rock by the time her tongue swirled around the head.

  “Jesus.”

  “You’re very religious during sex,” she teased.

  “It’s a religious fucking experience with you. I hope Heaven is just like this.”

  She took my cock all the way into her mouth until her chin hit my balls. I gaped at her. She was completely deep throating me. She pulled off and took in a deep breath and did it again. “Fuck.” I wanted to grab her hair and hold her there. It wasn’t a normal reaction from me. It was primal and needy. I watched with awe and unadulterated lust as she sucked my dick, leaving me panting and breathless. I had to keep thinking about baseball so I wouldn’t explode in her mouth prematurely.

  I needed to touch her. I reached for her hair and gripped it as she bobbed up and down on me. Her nails dug into my thighs and I wondered if this was turning her on.

  “You getting wet for me?”

  Her brown eyes looked up at me as she devoured my cock and then she hummed a “Mmmmhmmm,” on me, causing me to thrust shallowly into her mouth, trying not to hurt her.

  I gently pulled her off me and hauled her up to kiss me. “Now it’s my turn.”

  I left her side and stood up next to the bed. I grabbed her ankle and pulled her toward me. I was feeling more caveman and I wanted her badly. I lifted her to her feet, kissed her hard and fast, and then whipped her around and bent her over at the waist. I gave her a slap on the ass. She let out a squeak and flipped her hair to look over her shoulder at me.

  I pushed two fingers into her cunt from behind as I locked eyes with her. Her eyes hooded with desire and she pushed back onto my fingers.

  “You’re fucking wet, Hayles. You want me?”

  She bit her lower lip and nodded.

  “Tell me.”

  “I want you, Matthew.”

  I dragged my cock through her wet folds and rocked back and forth a few times, making sure to hit her clit. She’d pushed me pretty far, and once I plunged into her perfect pussy, I wasn’t going to last very long.

  “Fuck me!” Her hand went to where my cock teased her, and she tried to push me inside her.

  I pulled away and she whimpered.

  I chuckled and then positioned my cock at her core. I grabbed her hips and filled her fast. Her fingers tightened on the bedclothes. “Fuck, you feel good,” I growled.

  Hayley’s tits swung as I fucked her from behind. My fingers dug into her fleshy hips and I wondered if I might bruise her, I was holding on so tight. I clenched my teeth, trying to hold off, but Hayley was so sexy and so incredible, it was overloading my system.

  I reached under her and grabbed her tits and massaged them as I slowed my thrusts, trying to make it last. I pulled her up until her back was against my chest. It made the angle of my dick inside her feel even deeper. Hayley groaned, turned her head, and pressed her mouth to mine.

  I felt the burn of “I love you” aching to come out. But it was too soon. Hayley wasn’t sure about what little had happened between us. Not that I would call this little. I didn’t say it, but I felt it. It wasn’t the sex talking either. It was feeling completely connected to her with our feelings more on the surface than buried deep somewhere we didn’t think about them.

  This is what had been missing from our lives. I didn’t understand how we had kept each other at arm’s length for so long. Derrick had been right. I wasn’t living my life because she was in a completely different country sleeping with all the wrong men.

  That lit a fire inside me. I didn’t want her fucking other men ever again. The fact I’d met one of them made me furious. How could he think he was good enough for her when she was mine?

  Hayley fell forward onto the bed and I slammed into her hard, trying to leave some sort of mark. I pulled out of her and spun her around again so we were face-to-face. I mounted her, pushing my arms under her shoulders and holding her to me. I locked eyes with her and I pushed my cock back inside.

  Hayley tried to look away but she couldn’t. Not with me holding her against me as I pumped in and out of her. I watched the emotions play across her face. She was uncomfortable, scared, but also turned on and a little enthralled.

  I couldn’t keep up the slow pace for very long, both of our bodies needed release again. We rocked against each other. I was barely moving in and out of her, but the friction between our bodies and the intensity of emotions playing between us drove us both toward our climax.

  Hayley’s scream was primal.

  I loved watching her come and loved feeling her pulse around my cock, her body twitching and tensing all around me. I thrust deep and kissed her as I spilled another load deep inside her.

  I couldn’t help but picture Hayley pregnant, all round belly and with my wedding band on her finger. It was a picture locked in my head now. I wanted that. I wanted a family with her.

  This time Hayley held me there, kissing me for a long time. Eventually, we drifted off to sleep.

  I thought it was a dream.

  But when I woke up, she was there. She was stretched across most of the bed and a good chunk of me. Her hair fanned out across the pillow. The sheet draped over her hip and nothing else. Her leg was hooked over my hip. I was surprised to find her still in bed with me. I would’ve thought she would’ve gotten up just to avoid waking up next to me. But she was sleeping soundly. Maybe I’d fucked the resistance out of her, at least for now.

  I turned and stared at the ceiling. After learning my little sister had gotten pregnant, wasn’t I playing with fire by having unprotected sex with Hayley? And why did I feel like I hoped something would come of it? Was I so anxious to move fast? Hayley and I had a lot to figure out. We didn’t need to add a baby to the mix. Not until we figured out what we were going to do.

  How could we make it work? I couldn’t ask her to leave Mexico, her livelihood, her life. And I knew she wouldn’t ask me to leave either. After the last couple of weeks, I didn’t have a lot of passion to return to sports. I wasn’t ready to give up yet either, but I could take a sabbatical. Stay down in Mexico with Hayley. Maybe during her slower season she could come to L.A. with me, but then what? How long could we make that work? And what did she want from life? What the hell did I want from life?

  Suddenly, I was scared it was going to fall apart far faster than it took for us to come together. I didn’t have any answers. Did she? Would she try and find them with me or use them as reasons to run away from me?

  Maybe I should let her run. Hayley had always said she didn’t want to get married. She didn’t want to ever depend on someone else. Who was I to try and change her or force her into a life she’d said explicitly she didn’t want?

  Man, I was an asshole.

  But I couldn’t give her up. Not without her telling me it was over.

  19

  Hayley

  My body was heavy with relaxation. I couldn’t remember a time I’d slept so well. The steady thumping of Matt’s heart was in my ear as he quietly snored. I stretched, arching against him. I was surprised how much I wanted him to wake up so we could keep our antics going from the night before. I woke up wet and horny. I had dreamed about him all night long, fucking me every way to Sunday he could. And boy was he good at it.

  I didn’t know where he learned to use his tong
ue like that or his giant cock, but I approved. All the times I’d thought about Matt kissing me, about wanting more than friendship from him, I never thought it would happen.

  I hated how right it felt. I felt like a bag of hot air, all the times I said I didn’t want to be married or paired off. It’s not that I didn’t mean it, but Matt was always my exception. He never expected anything from me except that I be myself and be happy. And me for him. But now…would his expectations change? And if we were going to give this thing a go, how the hell were we going to make it work? He lived in another country. He had a job, no, a career he was passionate about. His family was stateside. He wouldn’t want to move to some shack in the middle of nowhere. There was baseball in Mexico, but it didn’t have the money that America did. And he would have to start all over again. Obviously, I couldn’t ask him to give up his dream.

  Shit.

  What the hell were we thinking, jumping into bed together when we hadn’t discussed any of the important issues? Like where we would live? How we were going to date when we didn’t even live in the same country? Did he expect me to be a trophy wife who went to sporting events and parties with him? That didn’t sound like him but what else could he possibly think would happen? Did he think I would leave behind my business and my business partner? And what about my life here?

  What would his mother think? Donna and I had always had a connection but I knew she didn’t think I was right for her son. How could she possibly? I wasn’t stable. I came from a bad family.

  Oh, but my mother would love it. If she wasn’t so jealous of my relationship with Donna, she would love the idea of me marrying a Wright. They had everything she held important: fame, fortune, and celebrity. My mom even tried her hand at reality television. The show was some lame thing about parents of child stars. It didn’t take off but it was another example of her trying to get more money out of my hard work.