Bad Friend

by Carmen Falcone

  Every little sound around them fell into the distant background.

  The moment his lips touched hers, fire ignited in her belly, fast tracking to the rest of her. She touched his chest, leaning on it, suffering from a different hunger. He conquered the kiss, sliding his tongue inside her mouth and burning her with a desire so strong she arched toward him. His beard only amplified her sensations, every single hair of his tickling her flesh and sizzling her insides.

  Her entire body throbbed, roared like she was a lioness awakening after a long nap—and ravenous. So very ravenous.

  He lowered his hands to her ass, bringing them to a wicked position. She molded her body to his, and the impressive hard-on poked her belly. Strong and powerful, heat sifted through their clothes. He cupped her behind, kneading it, and the fabric had never felt softer. In fact, the pressure of his palm made it seem like the silky material would either melt like most of her bones, or wither soon. The image of that sexy, large man naked in her bed popped in her mind and another notch of arousal tightened her nipples—almost painfully.

  He slowed the kiss, pacing enough so she could moan, the sexy sound whispering back into her ears and prickling her skin. “God, you’re killing me,” he said in a low voice, earning another moan from her. The area between her legs slicked, her clit tingly and swollen. He kissed the corner of her mouth, then her cheek, and when he landed his sinful lips on her ear, she grabbed on to him for support. “You feel so good in my arms, Brit.”

  Encouraged, she touched his chest, taking her fingers down his abs for a stroll. Damn. Every part of him was so hard, she felt the ridges of his muscles beneath his shirt. She wished she could let go of his jacket and shirt. She slid her hands lower still until she found the buckle of his sleek belt. A groan filled his lips, and she’d never wished more she could tele transport them to her bedroom. A strand of self-empowerment ran through her, and she cupped the bulge in his pants, feeling him tremble and loving to be the one responsible for it.

  He kissed her slower, more languidly, which only stoked her fire. Tenderly, he dropped his hands from her ass then withdrew a bit, leaving her confused and more eager than before. “We can’t do this here,” he said, and she blinked, looking around to certify this wasn’t a dream. Most people seemed enthralled with a show of dancers a la Cirque du Soleil that had begun on the opposite side. A couple of women tossed curious glances over their shoulders to them, a hint they weren’t completely ignored.

  She raised her fingers to her lips, swollen and bruised from their make-out session. “How do I look?” Brit touched her hair, hoping she didn’t look too disheveled.

  He outlined her cheek with his finger, and a naughty glint flickered in his eyes. “You look like you’re ready for more.”

  She stifled a chuckle, frustration squeezing her lungs. Where did they go from here? She parted her lips, but hesitated, and shut them. She was woman enough to admit she wasn’t sorry for kissing him, but getting involved with Damian wouldn’t end well. He had the end of a marriage to mourn, and two kids to raise. And even if Violet hadn’t been one of her best friends, she wanted a boyfriend she could rely on. “I don’t know what to say.”

  “You’re a fantastic woman, Brit, but I don’t know if we want the same things right now. For me, getting into a relationship with anyone would be tough, because I want to focus on the kids and this deal I want to nail,” he said.

  “I completely understand.” She suppressed a sigh. Man, she liked him and disliked him for being so genuine. Unlike a few men she dated in the past, Damian had no time or energy for games. He wouldn’t lie to her, even if the truth hurt her.

  “Doesn’t mean I don’t want you,” he said in a low but firm voice.

  She swallowed. “What if we—took care of that part?” she said, the idea taking shape in her head. Excitement whispered beneath her flesh, raising goose bumps on her arms. Why not? Perhaps he wasn’t boyfriend material, but didn’t she have other needs too? Sexual needs? “Tonight. If you want to, of course. Libby is sleeping over at my mom’s. I’m not expecting anything after tonight. We can treat this as if we’re on a Tinder date.”

  He leaned closer. “A Tinder date?”

  “You meet someone, you have sex and you don’t have to see them again. Or in our case, talk about it,” she said. She’d only done a couple of Tinder dates and far too long ago, but she kept that information private. Let him believe she was an experienced, adult woman who wouldn’t cling to him after the doing the deed.

  “I’d love a non-Tinder Tinder date with you,” he said.

  “Great. Let’s mingle at this party because I want to shake some hands and I know you can’t leave yet. Then we leave,” she said. She considered giving up networking amongst the rich and famous for a chance to kiss him again, naked. But Bill’s proposal rang in her ears. He’d offered her what was short change for him if she watched Damian and his involvement with Candi. She’d flatly declined, of course, but maybe sleeping with Damian would cement his non-involvement with Candi.

  Apprehension squeezed her throat. What if Damian got involved with Candi later? He didn’t seem interested in Bill’s wife, but how could Brit be sure? Men had deceived her in the past, and she wouldn’t swear on any of them. Eddie, Libby’s father, had been one of them. What a joke.

  But Damian wasn’t Eddie, and also… her bad luck with men didn’t mean she wasn’t allowed a good time every once in a while—especially tonight.

  Tonight, she’d enjoy Damian as much as she could. Because there wouldn’t, couldn’t be a second non-Tinder Tinder date.

  “Need some help?” Damian asked in a smooth voice, nipping her shoulder.

  Shivers rippled down her spine, and the keys trembled in her hand. She’d been trying to open her door for longer than it usually took, but who could blame her? Focusing was hard enough, what with a hot man kissing your head and murmuring dirty words. All the way during the drive back, a cloud of anticipation had blinded her common sense. “Maybe.”

  He took the keyring from her hand, then switched the key and it fit perfectly in the hole. When she entered her home, she motioned to turn on the lights, but he embraced her from behind, and all her thinking skills took a backseat to the desire flooding her system.

  She felt his massive cock rub against her backside, and moaned. He grabbed her hands, splaying them over the couch, and hiked up her dress until her G-stringed ass was in full view. She clenched the sofa, a part of her feeling dangerously exposed to him. Lights from the porch cast over the living room, giving enough beam to outline shapes and shadows.

  “I’ve been wanting to do this since the other day,” he said in a gravelly voice. He slid her G-string down, and by the time it reached her heels, it felt thinner than air. Then, he nipped her ass, grazing his teeth over her flesh. “You have the sexiest ass. Fuck, it’s perfect.”

  Perfect? Another danger wave of lust washed over her. She softened, drooping over the sofa, high on arousal. What did he mean by since the other day? The time they’d shared a moment in his home? The idea he’d been thinking about her so intimately and doing naughty things to her heated her blood. She undulated her hips, giving herself to him, loving how he sank his teeth on her skin. A temporary sting stabbed at her, then little tingles of awareness spread from her ass to the rest of her, as if he just staked his claim on her.

  Lord, it felt so good. He kneaded her butt, stroking it vigorously. Her scent of female arousal swirled in the air, and she bit her lip. She felt her pearly cream sliding between her folds, coating her inner walls. Then, he turned her around swiftly, and she almost lost her balance.

  Intensity flared in his eyes as he kneeled in front of her. “I want to see if you taste as good as you smell.” He nudged her thighs apart, and she swallowed, clenching on each side of the sofa, afraid she’d fall on her bare ass otherwise.

  He swung one of her leg over his shoulder, solving the balance issue, and the instant his hot breath neared her pussy, she sighed. He swept acr
oss her sex, his tongue exploring her shamelessly. “Hmm… Delicious,” he said, his gaze colliding with hers.

  He hooked his hand under her ass, angling his face even deeper inside her, thrusting his tongue. Soon, he began flicking her clit, and pressure built from her core, traveled through her. “Damian. So good. Yes!”

  The ripples of pleasure rode her until they turned into one big wave washing over her without relent. She trembled, bucking as he licked her, never stopping for one second. When reality semi-returned to her, she opened her eyes, to find him gazing at her with a spark of interest in his eyes. Flushed, she disengaged, limbs shaky, and heart racing.

  “Where is your room?” he asked.

  “Second to the right.”

  He stood, then bent a little and hooked his hands under her knees, carrying her with him.

  She chuckled. “What—”

  “You seem like you could use a hand.”

  “I just did,” she said.

  He tightened his hold of her. She never dated a man this big who made her feel small and delicate. He found his way to her room, and she mentally high-fived herself for having made the bed and thrown a couple of decorative pillows on top of it. Not that he’d notice, most likely, but she enjoyed how cozy her small but nicely designed room helped her relax.

  Gently, he laid her on the mattress, and removed his clothes, tossing each piece on the floor until he stood sinfully naked in front of her. She propped herself on her elbows, admiring the show. She’d seen him shirtless a couple of summers before, but hadn’t paid much attention to his physique. He was off limits then, but not tonight.

  Her gaze traveled from the wild shoulders that could belong to a rowing champion, down to his muscly chest and the well-defined abs. When she glanced down at his cock, her throat became dry and thick. She’d seen dicks, but this—

  This was a long, girthy, immense cock. She licked her lips, and when she looked into his eyes again, she found a flicker of pride in his. No kidding.

  “Your turn,” he said, his voice hoarse and off-the-charts sexy.

  “You know, I’m nothing like the women you’re used to,” she said, the name of her missing friend dangling in her tongue. Saying it would ruin the night, but dang, Violet was blonde, and very slim and toned. And I have stretch marks on my back, and a roundness on my belly and thighs that not only have met, but became best friends. What if he changed her mind about her once he saw her without a stitch of clothing?

  “I know and that’s exactly why I’m here, Brit. Because I want to fuck you and no one else.”

  She scooted on the bed, feeling her heart drum in her chest with the rhythm of an ancient song. Clearing her throat, she arched her ass off the bed and fumbled to remove the dress over her head. Once she flung it across the room, a black bra was the only garment on her body.

  She watched him, and his cock grew harder at the sight of her. A look of complete lust flashed in his eyes. She believed his words, and felt them beating between her legs. Felt them whispering over her flesh, and teasing her engorging clit. “Then come fuck me.”

  Damian stared at the stunning woman a few feet from him. He licked his lips, still tasting her tangy essence, and the memories from eating her out made the remaining blood rush to his cock.

  He slid on the bed, and she unclasped her bra and let it glide off her arms until she was completely naked for him. He took a breath so deep it constricted his lungs.

  “Beautiful,” he said, disappointed at himself for not finding a word worthy of her.

  A smile formed on her lips, bringing those adorable dimples to view. She’d had even lovelier dimples on her lower back above her luscious ass. Well, just as lovely. A tie.

  He focused his attention on her large, full breasts, then down her tummy and the flare of her curvy hips. “Open your legs for me.”

  She did as told, and he rejoiced in seeing the glistening flesh between her thighs. She’d been so wet. Arousal arrowed down his body, searing his nerve endings. He hadn’t had sex in about a year, so he doubted he’d last long. And, man, how badly did he want to last forever inside her hot pussy.

  “Touch yourself,” he demanded.

  A lovely shade of pink stained her cheeks, but she didn’t protest or question his command. She slid a finger into her sex, playing with her folds. He had to mentally brace himself not to devour her smooth pussy again—he wanted to make sure she was ready, that she was burning inside as much as he, because once he thrust into her, he’d explode.

  Without breaking the stare, she added two more fingers, and teased him, parting her outer lips then rubbing them. God, did she know how sexy she was? She was heaven and hell at the same time.

  He caught a whiff of her female arousal scent, and pushed it into his nostrils. She threw back her head for a moment, thrusting her fingers in and out of herself, steadily. His own cock was about to burst but damn, he couldn’t resist. He needed to taste her one more time—because tonight would be it.

  Get your fill of Brit while you can.

  His heart galloped in his chest like a caged animal who had finally been released. He bridged the gap between them and ducked his head between her legs, groaning, “My turn.”

  She was disengaging her fingers when he French kissed her pussy, without the finesse from earlier. He got hooked on her and needed another fix. She bucked into his mouth, offering her sweet cunt to him. He thrust his tongue inside her, licking her, sucking her pearly essence. She moaned, loud, her thighs shaky around him. He flicked her clit, feeling the pulse in her hot bud, and rolling his fingers over it in a maddening rhythm.

  Soon, she came in his mouth, calling his name, moaning while he savored every bit of her cream. When she calmed down, once again the scent and taste still in his mouth drew him in, and he licked her clit one more time. “Damian… I want you inside me,” she hissed.

  “I am inside you,” he said, grazing his teeth over her fold.

  “I want your cock,” she said, her voice edgy.

  He covered her body with his, and she wrapped her legs around his torso. The instant he looked her in the eye, the shimmer in her rich brown irises pinned him to place. Enthralled him and fascinated him. Staring into her eyes meant running inside a maze, leaving him unsure if he wanted to find a way out or to stay lost in there forever.

  Positioning himself, he groaned, clinging to the last shred of control. He thrust inside her, and her delicious inner walls clung to him. Inch by inch, he plunged himself into her. She drew in a breath, and he could feel the stiffening of her body as she adjusted to him. He gave her a few seconds to relax, and when she loosened the grip around his neck, her limbs softened, he retreated himself from her halfway only to impale her again. “Are you okay?” he hissed.

  “Yes. I may not be able to walk or sit right away, but I’ll survive.”

  He stopped moving. “Oh, I’m—”

  She chuckled, arching her hips into his. “I’m kidding. I’m loving it.”

  He bit her lower lip in retaliation and released it with a pop. Her quiver must have been contagious, because he trembled, anticipating the pleasure revving up.

  He lifted her right back all the way to his shoulder level, and slammed her pussy in shallow, quick, hard thrusts. Her sexy, hoarse whimpering sounds filled the air. The woman amused him minutes earlier and now enjoyed vigorous fucking. These small realizations drained him of whatever self-control he had left, and he increased the tempo, slamming to his hilt, then retreating and returning deeper.

  He kissed her calf, angling her leg so he’d slide even deeper into her, and that did it—soon, her pussy contracted around him, then released, and she called his name. Sweat slicked her face and neck, and she squirmed and convulsed, coating him with her cream.

  She nipped his shoulder, blowing air on his skin after she left him a mark, and the gesture drove him over the edge. He fucked her until his balls tingled, the warning he was about to explode. A beat later, he let go and filled her with his load. Even seco
nds after the last drop of his come parted with him, the pleasure still pulsed through him, steady like a drum.

  He rolled off her, lying next to her while their breaths eased.

  “I was right. I may need some help walking,” she said, a light tone lacing her voice. “It’s been a while.”

  “Same here.” He looked at the ceiling. “How long has it been for you?”

  “Too long,” she said. “You?”

  He drew a breath. When was the last time he’d had sex this good? Couldn’t even remember. “A year.”

  “A year?” she repeated, then turned to her side, propping herself on her elbow to look at him. “But then you were with Violet.”

  “Yeah. Our marriage wasn’t doing well,” he said.

  “Why not?” she asked, and he detected the hint of nervousness in her voice, like she didn’t know if she should ask such question or not.

  He ran his fingers through his hair. The reasons why he’d stashed away in a dark part of his memory. It was easier to think of Violet as an absent mother than himself as a mediocre husband. His heart clutched in his chest. A part of him wanted to open up with Brit, to talk, but why? Why would he show her a less-than-perfect side of his?

  They were supposed to have one night only. Why spoil it with real life stuff?

  He slid to the side of the bed and got up, glancing at the floor, searching for his clothes. “I have to go.”

  “Right now?”

  “Yes. Amanda sometimes has nightmares in the middle of the night, and I want to be there if she does,” he said, shamelessly using his daughter to get out as soon as possible. He slid on his underwear and pants and picked up his shirt. His excuse wasn’t a complete lie—but he still had another forty minutes by the time Amanda woke up at her regular time.

  She flashed him a half-smile. “I understand.”

  Of course she did. Brit had a big heart and always helped those in need. She had no idea how beautiful, generous and amazing she really was—and perhaps that was part of her charm. But he couldn’t stay here for the rest of the night and tell her. Not when he had no intention of sticking around.