My Best Friend’s Boyfriend

by Brent, Amy

“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” she said, as if reading my mind.

  “If that's how you feel, then I respect that,” I said.

  “I mean, sleeping with my best friend’s ex is not what I signed up for when I did this.”

  “What did you sign up for?”

  “To lose my virginity.”

  “May I ask why?”

  Her eyes glazed over for a few seconds before she ripped herself from her trance.

  “I just—woke up one day and was ready,” she said.

  “To lose your virginity to a complete stranger?”

  “Well, you aren’t really a stranger.”

  “I could have easily been a stranger. But that would be a perk to going through with this. You wouldn’t be losing something so precious to someone who doesn’t care about you.”

  “You care about me?” she asked.

  “Of course. We’re friends. We get along. I care about what you think, how you feel about things.”

  Her eyes latched onto mine, and the veins in my groin pulsed.

  “If you want, it can be strictly a business arrangement. If it makes you feel better about the whole thing, it can be a one-time encounter, and I promise to infuse as much passion into it as possible,” I said.

  She giggled, and the sound catapulted me into another realm.

  “This is so insane. I can’t sleep with my best friend’s ex-boyfriend,” Ava said.

  “Then don’t.”

  Her eyes fluttered down my body, and heat rose up my spine. I didn’t want to make her do something she wasn’t sure about, but fucking hell, I wanted to put my hands on her. The idea of a stranger taking something so precious from her burned my blood. I didn’t even know why. If this was going to happen, I wanted to be the one to do it. I wanted to know Ava had given it to someone who would take care of her, who would ensure her pleasure and make sure she didn’t get hurt.

  “Strictly business?” she asked.

  It took all I had not to smile at her question.

  “Strictly business,” I said.

  “Okay then.”

  “Okay?”

  “Yeah, okay. Let’s, um—”

  I searched her face as she looked around the room.

  “Let’s do this,” she said.

  “Then my first question to you is this: Do you want the control, or do you want me to have it?”

  Her eyes panned to mine as I took a step toward her, then another, and yet another still. I walked toward her until our bodies were centimeters apart and my head was craned down to meet her eyes. I cupped her face, feeling the fire of her skin surge through my veins. I stroked my thumb over her cheek as those wondrously blue eyes danced.

  “I don’t know what I’m doing,” she said, whispering.

  “Allow me to take the reins,” I said.

  A nod of her head was all I needed to guide her lips to mine.

  Ava

  The second Logan’s lips touched mine, fire exploded in my brain. His hand felt so soft against my skin, and I wanted his body against mine. I didn’t know why. I didn’t know how my body knew it needed him. But the second our tongues touched, I knew things I hadn’t known before—like how I wanted him to kiss my neck, or nibble on my earlobe, or press his muscles against mine. I knew I wanted him to lick my pussy and press my legs open even though I’d ever experienced any of that before. My heart slammed against my chest with nerves. I was crossing a line I wasn’t sure I could come back from.

  But the taste of his tongue was too good to give up.

  My hands slid up his body, unsure where to go. I pulled at his shirt as our lips undulated, and I felt mine swelling against his. He took a step back, and I followed him, trying not to trip over myself. The backs of my legs hit the edge of the bed. I sat down, and he kneeled between my legs. I moved my head with him. I didn’t want to let go of his lips. His hands slid up the smoothness of my skin, slowly making their way between my knees.

  “If you need a break, you let me know. Okay, Ava?”

  I nodded as our foreheads connected.

  “Promise me,” he said.

  “I promise—Logan,” I whispered.

  His lips fell to my cheek before streaking down to my neck. I sighed as he parted my legs, my entire body opening for him. It was like my body knew what to do even though I didn’t, and I followed the urges. When my hips wanted to roll, I let them. When sounds crept up my throat, I released them.

  He nibbled on my neck, leaving little love bites I never could have given myself. Electricity surged through my entire body—a sensation I only got when I came. But somehow I was experiencing it before my orgasm.

  His soft lips fell to my chest, and I gasped at his warmth. His hands crept up the insides of my thighs, massaging my muscles and spreading my legs wider. I groaned at his touch, at the way his fingertips curls into my excess. He pressed kiss after kiss against the swell of my breasts, and my hitched breaths made them jiggle against his face.

  He grinned into my skin, causing a sensation that made me giggle.

  “Your skin is so soft,” he said.

  “Your hands are very warm,” I said.

  “Are you all right?”

  “I’m good. I promise. Okay?”

  He nodded against me before his lips rushed down my body. He pushed me farther up the bed, then gathered my dress around my hips. His lips fell to my thigh, and I jumped. Feeling him so close to a place that ached for him made me whimper. I squirmed on the bed as he tightened his hold on me. He slowly stilled my movements, commanding my body in a way I never could. He kissed up my thigh, inching dangerously close to my pussy.

  “Logan,” I whispered.

  He stopped, and I reached down and threaded my hand through his hair. It felt good against my skin, thick, like it was waiting for me to tug on it. I pulled his hair and felt him chuckle against my skin, his lips pressing against my clothed pussy. He mouthed over it, causing a shiver to rush down my body and punch me straight in the gut.

  “Oh, yes.”

  His finger crept up and slipped my lace panties to the side. His tongue darted out from between his lips, and the heat was too much for me. I lifted my hips to his face. I felt him smile as his tongue slipped between my folds. He pushed my panties all the way over to my thigh as his tongue slipped up my slit. My toes curled in my shoes. I wanted to kick them off. I kept kicking my feet out, struggling to get them off my body.

  “Need help?” Logan asked.

  I swallowed thickly as I nodded.

  He kissed my pussy lips before his hand slid down my leg. One shoe, then two. He slipped them off effortlessly, then dragged my panties down my legs and discard them, leaving me bare for him as his lips fell upon my skin. Up he kissed. One kiss, then two. My eyes closed and my hands found his hair again, and this time he wasted no moments between us.

  His tongue pressed between my folds and instantly found my clit. I jumped at the sensation, at the electricity shivering through my legs. I followed my body’s wants. I wrapped my legs around his face. I dug my bare heels into the muscles of his back as he pinned my hips down. It was all too much. It felt so incredible. I moaned out into the room as his tongue swirled around my clit, and I felt it throb against his tongue.

  “Sweet—yes, Logan. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

  He hummed into my pussy, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head, the vibration causing sensations that were foreign to my body. This was so far beyond what my fingers or toys could provide for me.

  My back arched. My toes curled. My legs began to shake. He pressed his tongue harder into my clit as juices slipped down my ass crack. His hands fell from my hips, and I lifted them straight to his face. He rushed his hands underneath me and cupped my ass, bringing me closer to his lips.

  Logan feasted on me, and I reaped all the rewards.

  “Oh, yes. Logan, I’m coming. I’m coming. Yes! Please!”

  My eyes bulged as he raked his tongue over the whole of my slit. My puss
y shook against his face as I pulled handfuls of his hair. I rocked against him. My heels dug into his back. Drones and broken syllables fell from my lips as my eyes screwed shut. I felt like I was floating, falling, sinking and soaring. The darkness encompassed me and dragged me under as my entire body writhed for him. I ground into his tongue. Things I never knew I was capable of saying fell from my lips.

  But I didn’t hold my body back. I couldn’t. I was no longer in control.

  My back crashed into the bed and I gasped for breath. I unraveled my hands from Logan’s hair as he kissed my thighs and massaged my legs. I lay there, splayed for him as he slowly inched his way up my body. He kissed my chest, my neck, my cheek, leaving a trail of wetness behind that smelled just like me. I turned my heated face toward his and gave him a lopsided smile.

  It tugged a grin across his cheeks before he kissed the tip of my nose.

  “How did that feel?” he asked.

  “I just—it was—you—”

  He chuckled and shook his head, but I wasn’t ready to be done. My body wasn’t ready to be done. I reached over and tugged at his shirt, trying to figure out how the hell to get it off him. I rose to my knees, and he came along with me, his hands wrapping around my wrists to still my movements.

  “Ava.”

  “How do you get this thing off?” I asked.

  “Ava.”

  “We could start with your pants. Let’s do that.”

  He gripped my wrists harder before I could find his belt buckle, and my eyes ripped back up to his.

  “Ava,” he said.

  “What?” I asked breathlessly.

  “I’m technically your teacher, right?”

  “Yeah, sure. Okay.”

  “And as your teacher, you need to trust me.”

  “Anything you ask,” I said.

  “Slow down,” he said.

  He moved my arms to my sides before he slowly began to take off his clothes. First, his shirt. Then, his undershirt. Then he slid of the bed and removed his pants. I was so fucking turned on. His body was glorious. He was glorious. His light brown hair was mussed from my grip, and his steely gray eyes held my stare as he stripped himself bare for me. His tall, languid body rippled with muscles. His arms bulged with veins and his chest rose and fell with his breaths. The rings of his beautiful abs gave way to lines that disappeared between a set of meaty thighs I wanted to sink my teeth into.

  Where the hell was all this coming from?

  He knelt on the bed and shuffled toward me, his arms slipping around my waist. He reached up and slid my zipper down, and with each clack of the metallic embrace, my body fell out of its encasement. He lifted my dress over my head before his eyes fell over me, taking in my curves as he licked lips at the sight.

  It shivered me to my core. It made me want him, all of him. He wrapped his hands around me and relieved me of my lacy bra. When my breasts spilled out, he wasted no time capturing one of my engorged nipples.

  “Oh, Logan.”

  My head fell back before he scooped me up in his arms. He whipped me around and settled me on my back as a giggle left my lips. He lapped at my aching peaks. He lavished my breasts in kisses and massaged them with his large palms. My juices dripped for him. My entrance pulsed for him. He fell between my legs and kissed me again, sending me into a heated frenzy I wanted so desperately to relieve with him.

  “Please, Logan. Take me,” I whispered.

  His eyes connected with mine, and I lost myself in his pools of steel. He shifted between my legs, and then something massive pressed against my folds. My body instantly tensed. I looked down and saw how thick his cock was.

  “Look at me, Ava.”

  I couldn’t take my eyes off the girth in his hand.

  “Ava, look at me.”

  My eyes panned back up to his as my hands began to shake.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  My legs locked up as his cock throbbed against my virginal entrance.

  “All you have to do is say no,” he said.

  But that was the thing. I didn’t want to say no.

  “Go slow, okay?” I asked.

  “I’ll be as gentle as possible. I promise.”

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and his forehead fell to mine. He was sweating and his muscles twitched. He was doing everything in his power to hold back, to keep me comfortable. That showed me the type of man he was. I nodded and slid my toes up the backs of his legs, opening my body for his taking. He shifted one last time, planting his knees into the bed and stabilizing himself.

  Then he slipped the tip of his cock in.

  A shot of pain ricocheted through me, and I locked up. I sucked in a sharp breath of air, and Logan immediately stopped. His eyes found mine, and he read my every emotion, my every micro-movement.

  Then he pressed in farther.

  “Shit,” I hissed.

  “You can dig into me. You won’t hurt me, Ava.”

  I curled my nails into his back with every inch in that he pushed. My wetness coated him as my skin ripped. Blood trickled from my body as he slowly tore his way into me. I shivered against him. I blinked back tears as I whimpered into his neck. My nails latched into the pebbled muscles of his back as his entire body shivered, and soon I felt his hips bottom out against mine.

  “Holy shit,” he groaned.

  “Are you okay?” I asked.

  “You’re just—very tight.”

  “Are you in pain? Do you need to stop?”

  He chuckled breathlessly before he shook his head. “Trust me, it’s not pain I’m experiencing.”

  I giggled and shook my head before I fell back onto the bed. Logan fell to his forearms, giving me a chance to adjust. It felt weird, feeling him there. It was a fullness I hadn’t been expecting. It was as if he had given me something I hadn’t known I had needed, and the sensation felt odd.

  Good, but odd.

  “Let me know when you’re ready,” Logan said.

  A grin fell across my lips before I moved my hips. Logan hissed, and fire curled my toes. My eyes bulged at the small movement, and I shifted my hips again. Every time I moved, Logan groaned. Every time I moved, my body came alive.

  “I’m ready,” I said.

  His lips came down onto mine.

  Our tongues did battle as he slowly slid out, and when he inched back in, my back arched. Over and over again, he left me and filled me. He pumped into me and shivered my bones. Slowly, gently, he guided his movements against me. I slipped my arms around his neck. I dug my heels into the mattress. I met his slow thrusts in midair as my mind began to swirl. Something churned in my gut, something I’d never felt before. My jaw unhinged and my legs contracted, and then Logan’s lips dipped to my ear.

  “Don’t hold it back. Let your body do what it wants.”

  My shoulders fell to the bed as Logan held me to his body and the entire world dimmed. My muscles contracted and released as my pussy massaged his cock. Juices dripped down my ass crack, creating a wet spot underneath my body. Logan buried his face into my neck as he groaned and grunted, his strokes working me through my orgasm. I shivered against him. My legs and arms jumped as if they were being electrocuted. I didn’t know how I knew I needed it, but I wanted him to go faster.

  I needed him to go faster.

  “Logan,” I said.

  “What is it, Ava? Tell me what you need,” he said.

  “I need you to go faster.” My body felt weak in his arms as his eyes connected with mine. “I need you to make me come one last time.”

  I wrapped my legs around his waist and threaded my arms around his neck, and I allowed him to take control. I whimpered and called out for him. His name dripped from my lips like a chanted prayer. He rolled his thick cock against my walls, pulling me to a height I could have never imagined. Colors sizzled and dimmed. My vision went in and out. I bit down on his shoulder and groaned into his strength as his arms cloaked me while his dick fucked my body.

  I moved with him
, became one with him. I rolled with him and allowed him to take me. He pulled me toward the edge of the bed and stood, then leaned forward and fisted my hips. He pulled me to him, pumping himself into me as he tossed my feet over his shoulders. He folded me in half before his lips crashed against mine, and the raging forest fire that filled my body forced my hand.

  “Oh, shit. Fuck me, Logan. Yes. Make me come again. Please. Oh, yes. Like that. I don’t know what you’re doing, but don’t fucking stop.”

  His chuckle fell against my ear, and it was all I needed. I wrapped my hands around his forearms, feeling them work for my pleasure. His hips snapped against me as juices sprayed everywhere. My pussy held his cock in a vice grip as my third orgasm barreled over me.

  Only this time, it took Logan along for the ride.

  “Ava, so tight for me. Fuck. Yes. Massage that cock. Milk me, Ava. You can do it. There it is. Oh—yes.”

  His growl against my skin filled me with a delight that brought tears to my eyes. He poured himself into me, coating my walls with his cum as my legs shook on his shoulders. I jumped, quaked. My vision darkened as my jaw unhinged in silent pleasure. I raked my nails along his skin before he slipped his arms underneath me, my legs falling from his shoulders. He picked me up in his embrace, then threw us onto the bed. I curled against him as our juices flowed from between my thighs, reminding me of what I had just done.

  I stayed there, curled up in his arms as his fingers ran through my hair. Slowly, the haze of pleasure that clouded my mind lifted. Holy shit. I’d just lost my virginity—to my best friend’s ex. Looking up into his eyes, I found him smiling softly at me, and it made my heart skip a beat.

  “Just lie here. In a bit, we can order some food,” Logan said.

  I nodded, worried that if I spoke, I would ruin the moment. He nestled my head against his chest, and I closed my eyes, taking in the feel of our juices between my legs. I was no longer a virgin. I now knew what it felt like to have sex. It was mind-blowing and all-consuming and dirty in all the best ways. It was better than I could have ever imagined, better than I could have ever dreamed. Better than any man in any dream with his fingers poised at my entrance.

  But even though it was so many positive things, I still didn’t know how to feel. It was only a business transaction. For all the romance that surrounded us and for all the comfort Logan gave me, the two of us would walk away from this unchanged.