Stuck With My Best Friend: A Quarantine Romance

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by Frost, Sosie


  My words were lost the crush of desire. “Prove what?”

  He answered only with the powerful thrusts of his hips.

  And I was lost to the pleasure.

  His first movements tested only my tightness. He soothed me, commanded me to relax. To let him take what he wanted so he could give me exactly what I needed.

  Only once my body relented did his thrusts become long, heavy strokes.

  But gentle.

  So very gentle.

  I couldn’t comprehend his patience. He studied me, his hands tight against my hips as he moved within me.

  No rush.

  No desperation.

  Only a solemn satisfaction that both of our fantasies had finally been realized and we could surrender to those infinite moments of completeness.

  My body clenched him tight, unwilling to let him pull from me even as he promised to return, to push ever deeper. I squeezed him. Begged him. Moaned for him as his cock discovered every unlocked secret inside me.

  The motions dizzied me with intensity. My heart raced. My body shone with sweat. I’d forsaken breath to encourage his knowing thrusts. Within moments, he’d brought me to the absolute edge, and I teetered—so uncertain but begging for much more.

  This man knew how to use his cock. Every thrust, every movement was balanced between reckless force and absolute gentleness.

  Hunter made love to me.

  But he also fucked.

  His hips moved with practiced domination. Slow and agonizing in all the best ways. He built a rhythm of trust which delighted me in his mischievous demands. He consumed me, listening to my breath, my trembling words, enjoying every squeeze of my slit as the heat scrambled everything inside me.

  And yet…

  He was so careful. He held me and comforted me and kept me safe within his powerful arms. I clung to him, searching for something, anything that would make sense of this endless pleasure.

  This was how it was meant to be.

  Me and him.

  Trust and desire.

  Pleasure and honesty.

  And it came so easily to us…as if those feelings…

  Had always been there.

  He moved faster. His methodical thrusts and unbearably wonderful pace kept me tittering on the edge of everything perfect. I panted. I begged. I mouthed his name as the words were stolen with a quiet kiss.

  My core clenched, and the heat swept over me. His sun-toasted and wind-swept scent invaded my mind. He was so close to me—not just buried inside my body, but inside my very soul.

  In my heart.

  How was I ever going to survive something this beautiful?

  The pleasure raked at my sanity. His deliberate thrusts delighted me in ways far different from a gentle tongue slipped against my slick folds. The sensation pitted in me deep, in places I never knew existed.

  Too intense.

  So demanding.

  “Hunter…” I could only whisper his name, again and again, unable to moan anything more revealing about the torrent of emotion blinding me to all but the frost in his eyes. “Hunter…”

  His command was everything I’d ever needed.

  “Come for me, Déjà…” His words deepened, a feral demand for my obedience. “Come on my cock, and I’ll make you mine. Come for me, and I’ll show you what it means to be taken. Come for me, and I’ll put a baby inside of you.”

  I had no idea how to prepare myself for the experience of a lifetime, and so I simply yielded to my own body.

  I held tight to Hunter as the blinding perfection of his cock summoned a blaze in my core. Sparks ruptured from that secret part of me. The jolts zapped my spine, and bolts of pure electricity feasted upon my every unstable breath.

  How could pleasure be so perfectly crippling?

  My mind rent in two, my body fell limp under his heavy thrusts, and the intensity shuttered everything into darkness.

  Except for him.

  He held me in place as his cock continued a gentle and consuming assault within my aching tightness. He forced himself through the waves of unending shivers as my orgasm tightened and squeezed his entire length.

  And he hardened.

  Impossibly thick. Dangerously big.

  His breath growled with wild intent.

  “I’m gonna come inside you…” His promise resonated like a dangerous and perfect threat. “And you’re gonna savor every last drop.”

  I nodded, pleading with him. “Yes.”

  “You’re gonna take it all.”

  “I promise.”

  “I’m gonna fill you completely—so deep you’ll never be rid of me.”

  “Please.”

  His eyes brightened with a flash of pure, savage passion. “You’re gonna make me a baby. And I won’t stop until I’m sure you’re pregnant with what’s mine…”

  His pleasure overwhelmed him.

  His thrusts slammed against me, and he buried his length within my quivering slit.

  He came.

  And our bodies melded together.

  Complete.

  Why had we waited this long to become one?

  I never realized the truth. Never knew how amazing it’d feel offering myself to a man I trusted so much.

  I was vulnerable. Inexperienced. Confused.

  And yet he made me whole.

  Amazed. Delighted. Worshipped.

  Desired.

  I moaned as his seed jetted inside of me, more and more than I’d ever thought possible. It coated me. Filled me. Left me so deeply embedded with heat that I was sure I’d become his in every possible way.

  And I felt…

  Happy.

  Happier than I’d been in months. I was his—a sticky, quivering mess of raw emotion, blinded by pleasure and more than willing to remain beneath him for as long as he’d have me. I tucked my legs around his waist and welcomed him ever deeper.

  He didn’t pull out. Instead, Hunter kissed me, again and again, grunting as the remnants of my orgasm dizzied me with tightening shudders.

  “I could stay like this forever,” I whispered.

  “So could I…” Hunter grunted hard. He shifted, rising to his arms as the muscles in his body tensed once more. “But…I gotta…”

  He began to move again, diving once more into my molten heat. His cock remained hard, thrusting with quick slices as every motion flooded me with even more of his cum.

  “Never gonna stop fucking you…” His hips rolled against mine. “Too perfect…”

  The intensity overwhelmed me once more, and I welcomed his frantic thrusts. I encouraged him. Whispered his name. Offered every inch of my body.

  Because as long as he stayed within me, fucking me, coming inside of me…

  The longer everything would stay wonderfully simple.

  I didn’t know what would happen once my heart realized what my body had already figured out.

  I had feelings for Hunter.

  And I had no idea if he could handle such an impossible complication.

  7

  Hunter

  Déjà squirmed beside me, her fingers teasing a path low on my abs.

  “Why won’t you let me pleasure you the way that you pleasure me?” she asked, biting her lip.

  As much as I wished I had developed the most foolproof plan to make a beautiful woman demand to give me a blowjob, that hadn’t been my intention.

  Déjà rested naked on her bed, smoothing the wrinkles of her stark white comforter. Her lovely, chestnut skin contrasted with the blankets. Smooth. Tempting. Mouth-watering.

  With a giggle, her curls bounced, her smile widened, and Déjà popped onto her knees, practically begging to put my cock in her mouth.

  It was Heaven on Earth.

  Too bad I put myself through Hell.

  “You’re not even curious?” Déjà asked.

  “Oh, I know it’d be amazing. Life-altering. The stars would align, and the angels would bless my swollen cock.”

  “Then why don’t you let me
try?”

  Because I was already in love with her.

  What good would come from the woman bewitching me with her lips, tongue, warm and welcoming mouth…

  “I’m here with a purpose.” I tucked my hands behind my head and attempted to relax against the bed. My cock twitched—hard, vulgar, and absolutely unwelcomed in the wholesome oasis that was her bedroom. “This needs to go somewhere specific if you plan to get what you want.”

  “But you’ve done so much for me…” Déjà was finally comfortable enough with me to gently stroke my length. Her delicate fingers danced over the shaft. “Shouldn’t I return the favor?”

  I’d awakened something in the woman. She’d become a goddamned flirt, and a hell of a lot more honest. Then again, good sex did that to a woman. A girl couldn’t hide much when she had nine inches of inquisition demanding answers between her legs.

  But she was still such a virgin. The polite missionary position had entertained her though, and she’d worked up to doggy. I’d only put her on her knees once, but with that luscious booty aimed in the air for me, I couldn’t hold it.

  Wasn’t exactly my most flattering moment, but Déjà hadn’t missed a beat. The woman purred like a hellcat and came like a sex kitten every time I did.

  Totally in sync.

  Like she could sense it.

  I’d never had that connection with anybody, and it scared the shit out of me.

  “I should find a way to thank you for all this,” Déjà said.

  And there it was.

  She extended gratitude. Like this was all some sort of elaborate favor I offered her.

  She didn’t understand why I was in her bed, what I was doing, or how much it had started to hurt.

  “You’re having sex with me.” I forced a grin. “That’s thanks enough.”

  “No. I mean…really thank.”

  “I don’t think you get how great the sex is.”

  She took pride in that, the little vixen. “Really?”

  “You’re draining me dry. Not sure I have anything left to give, even if you wanted to show your appreciation.”

  Déjà edged closer, her body warm and wonderful next to mine. “Am I better than the others?”

  “What others?”

  “The other…girls.” She shrugged. “The ones you’ve been with.”

  I wasn’t good with women, but I realized that was a dangerous, ball-busting question, and I’d escape to the ends of the Earth to avoid answering it.

  “I don’t want to talk about anyone else,” I said.

  “Oh, come on.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s no secret that you’re experienced. You must’ve been with someone who knew what they were doing. Someone who…understood how things worked better than I did…do.”

  I stayed silent.

  She pouted. “You won’t hurt my feelings. After all, you’re naked in bed with me right now. I’ve got you all to myself.”

  I drew a bitter breath. “It’s not about hurting your feelings. It’s about not wanting to remember those nights in my life.”

  Her face had always been expressive, never able to hide anything from me. Her eyebrows furrowed tight. “Why?”

  “Because you don’t know how lucky you are, Vu. Holding out like you did. Waiting. Making sure your first time was with someone who, I hope, is special to you.”

  She poked me, hitting the ticklish spot between my ribs that I wished I’d never told her about.

  “Of course you’re someone special to me, Hunter.”

  “Well…I wish I’d waited until I could’ve experienced it with you.”

  “Would that have done us any good?” She giggled. “Neither of us knowing what we were doing?”

  “I would’ve figured it out. Only so many parts fit into slot A.” I hated talking about shit like this, but the woman deserved the truth. At least, as much as I could give her without choking on my own goddamned cowardice again. “I never had a night with a woman who meant anything to me. Sex was always something emotionless. Meaningless.”

  Something I did to fill a void.

  Something I’d done because I thought it would make me happy. Fulfil that part of me that only she could soothe.

  A part of me I didn’t realize existed until I held her in my arms through the night—naked, spent, and hungry for more.

  “None of those girls compared to you,” I said. “This means so much more to me.”

  Déjà busied herself by snapping a stray thread off a pillow. “You mean…because you’re trying to get me pregnant?”

  No.

  It wasn’t just about making a baby. It was about wanting her. Experiencing her.

  Loving her.

  Déjà shrugged. “I guess it makes sense. I mean, sex is meant for procreation.”

  “It’s more than that.”

  “I mean…it’s also very good. Very fun.” She crinkled her nose. “Very naughty.”

  I recognized that shift in her posture, that catch in her voice. She stared at me, eyes doe-wide and intimidatingly innocent.

  “Do you think…it’s okay that we feel this way?” she whispered. “This should be something so pure…but I find this whole making a baby thing…” She tucked her curls behind her ears and hummed. “Very arousing.”

  My cock stirred.

  That drew her attention.

  Before I could stop her, she reached for me, gently wrapping her hand around my shaft.

  I flinched like her gentle, exploratory tug had wrenched the cock off my body. The sensation rattled me from head to balls.

  Christ, her touch was pure goddamned magic.

  She tested my length with a bashful smile. “I see you enjoy the idea too.”

  “Yes…” I sucked in a breath as her thumb brushed a sensitive spot beneath the head. “No. I mean…it’s complicated.”

  “What do you like about it?”

  “What kind of question is that?”

  She tenderly caressed me, watching as I tensed. If the woman wasn’t so damned innocent, I might’ve believed she teased me.

  “Well…” Her voice teetered between playful and shy. “There’s gotta be a reason why you haven’t softened for an entire week. I mean…I know why you’re hard now. I’m touching you, and you really seem to like that.”

  “You got me.”

  “It kinda gives me a power over you.”

  I sunk my head into the pillows. “If only you knew how much power you’ve got.”

  “Then I demand you answer me.”

  She couldn’t demand shit, but I’d grovel anyway. Déjà arched an eyebrow and squeezed me so perfectly I nearly erupted over her soft fingers.

  “Tell me why all this sex and babymaking turns you on.” She hesitated. “If only so I can figure out why I like it too.”

  Interesting. I grinned. “I already knew you liked it. Made it pretty obvious when you’re begging for my cum.”

  Déjà flinched, still so damned naïve. Loved making her squirm.

  “You’re more experienced at this than me,” she said. “I just…I want you to explain why I’m feeling this way.”

  Christ. Where did I begin?

  I heaved a breath. “There’s a lot of reasons.”

  “Give me one.”

  Easy enough. “Because it’s you.”

  This was the only time in a week I hadn’t satisfied her.

  “You keep saying that,” she said.

  I cupped my hand over hers, gently demonstrating the motion I wanted her to use on my cock. She followed my instructions exactly, and my balls reflexively tightened.

  Fuck it all. I’d be lost in a minute.

  “It’s true.” I forced the words out between grunts. “It’s you. It’s your body. It’s you asking that I take you and give you pleasure and put a baby inside of you. It’s an amazing feeling to know you trust me that much. That’s important to me.”

  She settled closer to me, squirming as her thighs pressed hard together. That was one of her tells. The girl
was ready to go. Had I pushed her down and inspected her gorgeous petals myself, I would’ve found her wet, slick, and quivering for another mounting.

  That unending need made her braver than I’d imagined. She kissed my neck—a soft and promising peck. From there, she edged downwards, lining a trail of gentle kisses over my chest, my abs. She licked every taut muscle on the way down.

  “What are you doing?” I hissed between clenched teeth. Wasn’t sure if I wanted her to stop or if she’d driven me mad by hesitating.

  “Keep talking...” Déjà stared at my cock, licking her lips. “I think you’ll like this…and I wanna try.”

  The muscles in my body threatened to snap. “You don’t have to do this.”

  But I knew better than to argue with a woman holding my cock in her fist. Good thing she didn’t realize how vulnerable I was at that moment—body and soul.

  “You’ve been pleasing me, Hunter…” She lowered herself down, her lips hovering so close to my head I savored the warmth of her breath. “So, I wanna please you. But first, I gotta know…why do you wanna put a baby in me?”

  This woman would make me come instantly, but she waited for me to speak before taking me in her mouth. I’d be a fool to stay quiet.

  “I can’t explain it,” I growled. “It’s something…primitive. You’re offering me everything. Your body. Your virginity. Your womb. It’s enough to drive a man wild.”

  Her mouth closed around my shaft. Inexperienced. Just tasting the precum and testing the hardness with her tongue.

  And yet, I’d never imagined anything so silken and hot could exist.

  I gripped the blankets as she hummed.

  And here I thought the sex would kill me.

  This woman would fucking dehydrate me.

  “Your womb is a part of you that no other man can have…” I swallowed. “And it’s mine. All mine. I’m the one who gets the fuck you. I’m the one who got to claim you. And I’ll be the one who changes you.”

  Her mouth dropped low, taking me almost to her throat. She pulled away with a cough that turned into a giggle and then licked. Kissed. Dove right back in. The woman had no idea what she was doing, but she was enthusiastic and eager to learn.

  All the best traits in a ravenous lover.

  And while my cock throbbed so hard it nearly wrenched itself in two, I fought the urge to buck my hips. Déjà’s eyes darted up.

 

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