Fighting for my Best Friend (Fated Series Book 4)

by Hazel Kelly

  I held two fingers in front of her lips, knowing every moment I wasn’t touching her was making her gag for it. “Open your mouth,” I said. “And wet my finger’s like your pussy’s gonna wet my dick.”

  I sank my fingers halfway into her mouth and she closed her eyes, swirling her tongue around them until I could feel my heart beating in my cock. Then I slipped them out of her mouth, pressed them against her pussy, and slid them along her clit.

  I swallowed when I realized how wet she already was.

  At first I started slowly, warming her up with gentle circles until her eyebrows began to furrow. As soon as she looked completely defenseless, I wedged my fingers into her tightness and watched her chest fall as her breath escaped from between her lips.

  Then her cell phone rang.

  Her eyes shot open, but she made no move to answer it so I churned my fingers up inside her until her hands were clenching the comforter as hard as her pussy was clenching my wet knuckles.

  When her hips bucked against her will. I pulled my fingers out of her, fighting against the tangible will of her snatch. As soon as they were out, she gasped hungrily for breath and looked at me.

  “Get on your knees,” I said.

  “What?”

  “You heard me,” I said.

  She pulled herself upright and rose to her knees on the bed.

  When I looked into her eyes, there was almost a glint of fear. “Come here,” I said, rolling onto my back.

  “Aiden, I don’t think-”

  “I’m not asking,” I said, tilting my head up.

  She walked over on her knees, and I grabbed her slim waist with both hands, pulling her towards me. Then she lifted one leg over to the other side of my face so she was kneeling right above me.

  I pushed her dress up and admired her glistening clit with a smile. “Time for my medicine.”

  Her eyes grew wide just before I pulled her down onto my face.

  Her hands went for the headboard immediately. At first, I could feel the tension in her legs as she tried to hover over me. But when I started to circle her clit with my tongue, I felt the energy drain from her as I was hoping it would. It meant I could hold her like a rag doll by the hips and move her just how I wanted.

  She moaned as I sped up, and the sound of her pleasure only made me more eager to feel her throbbing bud against my tongue.

  “Aiden,” she breathed.

  I could feel my dick straining with each drop of her silk that I sucked into my mouth.

  And soon her hips were moving of their own accord, fucking my face like I wanted her to, like I knew her body wanted to, using the headboard for leverage as she rocked over my mouth.

  She moaned and froze so I knew she was both close and trying to control her orgasm in a way I was desperate to make impossible. I darted my tongue into her as deep as I could, curling back the juice available to me as her hips bucked over my face. In and out, in and out, her pussy clenching tighter all the time.

  Then I laid my tongue flat against her clit and circled like before until only high pitched gasps escaped her lips.

  “Aiden,” she said. “I’m coming.”

  I didn’t stop moving my tongue until she spasmed over me, shaking so her thighs clenched against my cheeks. The warmth of her pulsing pussy spread through me as I sank my tongue as deep into her as it would go, scooping out the gush of come that had burst forth from her center.

  I felt the muscles of her legs relax against my arms as I drank from her, and when I was satisfied that I’d had my fill, I lifted her by the waist and set her down beside me.

  She collapsed against the pillows and faced me on her side, looking at me through lazy eyes that were full of bliss.

  I smiled and wiped my mouth on the back of my hand, admiring her in her joyful state.

  She looked like she might pass out when the hotel phone let out an obnoxious briiinnngg behind her, jolting her from her reverie. It caused her eyes to open wider, but she made no move for it. Instead, she just looked at me and smiled like I’d only ever seen her smile once before.

  And the look on her face was almost enough to make my head swell as big as my dick, but the latter had a head start and was nearly bursting from the knowledge that there was a tight, soaking pussy in the room.

  “How was your medicine?” she asked softly.

  “I tell you what,” I said. “I feel about a hundred and fifty percent better.”

  “Just a hundred and fifty?”

  “Yeah,” I said, admiring the flush of her cheeks.

  She raised her eyebrows. “Not two hundred?”

  “No.”

  “Maybe there’s something we can do to get you the rest of the way,” she said, letting her eyes drift to where my dick was ready to tear open my nicest suit.

  “You mean something you can do?” I asked hopefully, my eyes on her wet mouth.

  “Do you think that would make you feel better?” she asked, getting the hint.

  “Definitely,” I said. “Loads.”

  She smiled, causing little creases to spring from her eyes. “I’m happy to hear that.”

  “Oh?” I asked. “Why’s that? Is it something you’ve been thinking about?”

  She pursed her lips and nodded. “A lot.”

  I nearly burst in my boxers.

  “Plus,” she said. “After all that I’m kind of thirsty.”

  “I’m prepared to help you with that any way that I can.”

  She sat up and pushed her hair out of her face. “Lie back.”

  I clenched my jaw and did as I was told, watching intently as her delicate hands found my zipper.

  She bit her lip as she undid the clasp at my crotch, looking up at me as she pulled the zipper down to the bottom.

  Then she turned her attention to the sight of my throbbing cock, letting her eyes linger just long enough to drive me crazy.

  Chapter 15: Lucy

  Even through his boxers, I could feel the intense energy coming off him.

  Just the heat was enough to shake me out from under the hazy blanket of pleasure I’d been under from what he did to me.

  And I was excited to return the favor, but I was anxious, too. After all, the thought of having him, of swallowing his passion for me and having it inside me while I mingled with the other wedding guests was thrilling.

  I mean, even though he’d already fucked me, filling me up until he nearly tore me open, pleasuring him this way would be totally different. It would be hard work, and he would be hard for it.

  He already was.

  To be honest, I’d never been so nervous about a blow job in my life, but I’d never wanted it so bad, and the stakes had never been this high. After what he’d done to me, anything short of epic would be a disappointment, and I was desperate to show him that I wasn’t just a wet girl who came hard. I wanted to give him the kind of blowjob that would have him strutting for the rest of the day.

  I wanted it to be so good that every time he closed his eyes, he would see my lips around his dick and nothing else.

  But I had to calm down. If I psyched myself out, I would never be able relax enough to unhinge my jaw like I would have to in order to fit him in. Because he was huge. It wasn’t even worth comparing him to other guys I’d been with, not that I would ever tell him how big he was.

  Of course, he probably knew. He’d spent enough time in locker rooms, but I didn’t want to make a big deal about it.

  I wrapped my fingers around the top of his boxers and his pants at the same time and started pulling them down, afraid if I wasn’t careful he’d spring loose and poke me in the eye. Once I pulled his pants down over him, his dick stood at attention, begging to be stroked, sat on, and drooled over.

  And suddenly I understood why so many girls were hungry for it. Everything about his cock made me want to touch it.

  So I did.

  I left his pants around his knees and wrapped a hand around him.

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  As I twirled the pad of my thumb around his head, I could feel the blood coursing through him against my palm. Despite how small my hand looked holding him, I still wanted to try. I wanted to feel him swell in my mouth. I wanted to push him to the brink so he lost control, so he’d have to grab my hair in his fist while he shot his load at the back of my throat.

  It was like I could see how it would all play out, and I was sure that the fantasy of it would be far greater than the reality, just like it had been to have him the first time.

  I rolled on to my knees and slid my hand down to the base of his dick. Then I leaned over and stuck my tongue out, licking the underside of it all the way to the tip. I could feel his eyes on me as I swirled my tongue around the ridge of his head, doing my best to tease him, to drive him crazy.

  But I needed him too badly to torture either of us anymore, and I could feel my need for him like an ache in my core. With my hair falling around my face, I leaned forward again and laid my tongue flat against the underside of his solid cock, letting my mouth water over him as I wrapped my lips around him.

  And then someone knocked on the door.

  I sat up and looked towards it with wide eyes.

  Aiden lifted a finger to his lips.

  I waited, one hand still wrapped firmly around him. I was just about to stroke his shaft when the knock came again, louder this time.

  “Lucy Ryan, are you in there?”

  I looked at Aiden.

  Then I heard a familiar voice. “Lucy, it’s Nathan,” he said. “I’m here with the police. They need to ask you a few questions.”

  “One second!” I said, not knowing what else to do. I let go of Aiden and looked at him.

  “The police?” he mouthed. “What the fuck?!”

  But I didn’t answer him. Not just because I didn’t have an answer but because I needed to find my underwear.

  “Lucy?” Nathan said again.

  “Hold on!” I said, slipping my underwear back on and smoothing my dress down.

  Meanwhile, Aiden looked about as happy as a wet cat.

  “I’m coming,” I said, smoothing my hair down and waiting for Aiden to tuck his shirt back in.

  As soon as he was decent, I headed for the door.

  Aiden grabbed my arm. “Lucy,” he whispered. “What are the police doing here?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Who the hell is Nathan?”

  “He’s my-” I shook my head and looked down like the words might be on the floor. Instead I saw my shoes and bent down to grab them.

  “He’s your what?”

  “My lawyer,” I said, unsure if that was totally accurate.

  Aiden brought his hands to his head. “What?!”

  “I can explain later,” I said.

  The frustration on his face was heartbreaking.

  I opened the door a crack. Sure enough, Nathan was standing there with two officers in uniform.

  “Sorry to bother you,” the female cop said. “But we need to ask you a few questions.”

  “About what?” I asked.

  “About your case,” Nathan said. “Sort of.”

  “We’d like you to follow us to a room downstairs,” the woman said, looking over my shoulder. “Where we can talk in private.”

  I nodded. “Okay. Just let me get my purse.” I closed the door and turned around.

  “What’s going on?” Aiden asked. “Your lawyer? Your case?”

  “I don’t have time to explain now,” I said, grabbing my phone off the table and shoving it in my bag.

  “Will you come find me when you’re done?” he asked.

  “Yes, of course.”

  “As soon as you’re done?”

  I nodded. “I promise.”

  “I’ll be downstairs,” he said. “Waiting for you.”

  “Okay.”

  I turned towards the door but he grabbed my shoulders and ducked his head so he could look at me straight on. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  “Yeah,” I said, glancing down at his crotch. “Are you okay?”

  He tried to smile. “I’ve been better, but I’ll live.”

  “Maybe we can continue our… conversation later.”

  “I would like that very much,” he said, picking up on my nerves. “You were making some very persuasive arguments when we were so rudely interrupted,” he added a little too loud.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Not as sorry as I am.”

  I leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on the lips and then headed for the door, looking at him one last time before I stepped outside.

  “Right this way,” the female cop said, turning on her heels.

  I was starting to wonder if the other cop was just a decoration when he opened his mouth. “We apologize for interrupting you like this,” he said. “Especially considering the circumstances, but it is an urgent matter.”

  I fell in line next to Nathan behind the cops. “What the heck is going on?” I whispered.

  “They wouldn’t tell me much,” he said. “But it seems like you’re not the first person to put Chuck on their radar.”

  “What?”

  Nathan shrugged. “I brought in the evidence you compiled for me so I could make a formal complaint like we talked about.”

  I nodded.

  “And while I wish I could tell you that they’re really interested in your case, my gut tells me that Chuck was already in trouble.”

  The male cop turned around and spoke to me over his shoulder while we waited for the elevator. “We just have a few questions about the information Mr. Sinclair submitted on your behalf. I assure you, we’ll be brief.”

  “Okay,” I said. “Good.” Cause I was just about to get to the bottom of something myself.

  Chapter 16: Aiden

  I don’t know how long I stood there staring at the inside of the closed hotel door, but when my balls finally stopped aching enough for me to cross the room, I poured the last of the champagne into a glass and drank it down, wishing it were something stronger.

  The cops?! The fucking cops?! On my sister’s wedding day?!

  What the hell had Lucy gotten herself into and why didn’t I know about it?

  Oh yeah. Cause I’d been giving her the cold shoulder for weeks. God I was an asshole.

  And now my balls were as blue as berries. Fucking karma.

  I went to the bathroom and made sure I looked presentable. The buzz from going down on Lucy was faint after all the excitement, but it was still lurking under the surface.

  Mostly, though, I hoped she was okay. No matter what was going on… with Nathan. Jesus.

  I took one last look at the bed where I was about to get my own little wedding present and sighed. Then I stepped out of the room, pulled the door shut behind me, and headed back down to the party.

  When I walked in, it was like a slightly drunker version of the same party I’d left before. Which reminded me that I should probably go check on my parents.

  I swung by the bar and got a double Jameson before heading to the dance floor. My parents were dancing in the corner- or rather- my Mom was holding my Dad up to music. I scanned a bit more and saw Claire dancing with Dave.

  He had his faults, Dave, but he was a great dancer. Goofy, but admirable in his commitment to feeling the beat, and as they danced it was obvious that Claire wouldn’t have cared if we all packed up and went home. She was just happy to be dancing with her man to the tacky music they liked.

  Or at least I thought it was tacky. And that was before they started playing Boyz II Men at which point I couldn’t drink fast enough.

  Once I’d nearly emptied my glass, I turned over my shoulder and saw that Lucy wasn’t back at the table yet. I guess the cops needed a little more of her time.

  Still, I needed to do something to take my mind off the fact that Lucy had a secret life in which the cops were involved and I wasn’t. Otherwise I might end up pacing back and forth in front of the bar. So as soon as the
song changed, I drained the rest of my glass and decided to take pity on my Mother.

  “May I cut in?” I asked.

  My Mom smiled.

  “You look like you could use some water, Dad.”

  “And you look like you could use a spanking,” he said, turning to me. “But my guess is that you’re way past that, too. Am I right?”

  I shrugged.

  “Where have you been anyway?” he asked.

  “With Lucy.”

  I think he meant to wink as he elbowed me, but he was mostly just opening and closing his eyes at the same time like a plastic doll.

  “She’s all yours,” he said, stepping out of the way and presenting my Mom like a prize.

  “Don’t go too far,” she called after him.

  “I’ll just be at the bar,” he said, pointing along a line that didn’t match the one he was walking in.

  She shook her head. “He’ll be sorry tomorrow.”

  I rested a hand on my Mom’s hip and took one of her hands in mine. “It could be worse.”

  Her cheeks were rosy. “I know.”

  “You’ve had a few yourself, haven’t you?”

  “One or two.”

  “Bottles?” I asked.

  “Don’t give me grief,” she said. “We’ve only got one daughter to give away and if we’ve got to get drunk to enjoy it then sue me.”

  “I’m just joking.”

  “I promise we won’t have any fun at your wedding.”

  I laughed. “Oh come on. That’s not fair.”

  “When is that by the way?”

  “My wedding?” I asked.

  “Yeah.”

  I looked up for a moment. “I always pictured myself as a Winter Groom.”

  “I’m being serious.”

  “You’re being a pest.”

  “Come on. I had so much fun planning this party-”

  “That’s not what I heard.”

  “Why? What did you hear?”

  “I’m joking,” I said. “I heard you were a delight at every turn.”