“You damn well know what I need, Gabriel.” I move my hips again, trying desperately to sink onto his length, but it’s no use. His hands squeezing my ass are holding me hostage, locking me in place. My pussy is clenching around his head and I know he can feel it, but he’s still refusing to fucking move.
I need him to move.
“Do I?” He teases. “I need to hear you say it, Sunny.”
The throbbing between my legs is almost painful with how much I need him, how turned on he makes me. “Fuck, Gabriel. I need you. I want your cock buried deep inside me. I want you to ease the ache that only you caused.”
“Good girl,” he praises, before thrusting deep. “You’re a good fucking girl, aren’t you, Sunny.”
His thrusts are hard, deep, and slow, taking his time. Savoring me. His hands working in tandem with his thrusts, pull me down onto his thick cock, hitting a place deep inside me that no one else has ever reached. He’s working my body over so thoroughly, every touch is making my body sing. No longer able to control the sounds coming from my mouth, panting moans escape my lips with every thrust. My eyes roll into the back of my head as he works me over, murmuring praise into my ears.
“Gabriel.” I beg. My voice sounds different to my ears, so wrapped up in the lust I have for him.
“Fuck, Melissa. Let me hear you.” Gabe increases his pace, thrusting hard and deep.
No longer able to hold back as he continues to build that delicious pressure in my belly, taking me closer and closer to the edge. My cries of pleasure grow louder as he pounds into me.
“That’s it, Sunny,” he praises. “Let the neighbors hear how good you are at taking my cock. Let them know that only I can make you come this hard.”
My legs tighten around his hips, pulling him closer to me as the pleasure raging within me boils over. Screaming my release, I do as he ordered, his name on my tongue. I’ve never come so long or hard in my life. Gabriel’s movement never stops as I continue to writhe and clench around him as my orgasm rages on.
Through gritted teeth, Gabe comes inside me, his hands pulling me tight against him as his cock jerks, spilling his release. The sounds he makes while he comes inside me are the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. His face is buried in the crook of my neck, his groans of pleasure filling my ears. My body has turned to liquid, resting all of my weight against him as we both come down from our climaxes.
The stillness of the darkness around us seems odd as we stand there, tangled up with one another as our breathing slows. After a few minutes Gabe lifts his head, making eye contact with me. His eyes are guarded as he gently pulls himself from me, placing my feet on the porch once more.
Removing my hands from his shoulders, I adjust my bodice and pull my skirt back down over my legs. The cold air is starting to sink in through the haze of lust and I shiver.
Gabe zips up his pants and bends down, swiping my keys from the porch and quickly unlocks my door.
I don’t know what to do. Standing in shock, I watch my best friend—who just fucked me like I’ve never been fucked before—opens my door and gestures for me to move inside.
On shaky legs I walk past Gabe and into my living room, my heels catching slightly on the doormat. Silently closing the door behind me, Gabe shrugs out of his jacket before peeling my coat back from my shoulders and hanging both items in the closet.
We’re in completely uncharted territory in our friendship, and I’m not sure what to do with myself.I mean, my best friend was buried deep inside me not five minutes ago, and now we’re standing awkwardly in my living room.
Needing to break the silence, I clear my throat. “You want something to drink?”
I’m already heading to the kitchen without waiting for an answer. Grabbing a glass from the cabinet and filling it with water from the pitcher I keep on the counter as I work to calm my raging nerves. I swallow the water in three large gulps, hoping it would dosomethingto help my mind slow down.
Strong hands grab my hips, before turning me. Gabe has removed his tie, unbuttoned the top buttons on his dress shirt, and has his sleeves rolled up his muscled forearms. His hair looks like he’s run his hands through it, no longer styled and polished—or maybe that was from me.
“Melissa, please tell me what you’re thinking. I’m dying over here.” Eventually I give in and glance up at his face, and I see concern etched into his features.
Taking a deep breath, I slowly release it as I figure out what I want to say. Instead of coming up with a mature, calm response, my answer shoots out of my mouth like a runaway train.
“Gabe, we just had sex, probably the best sex I’ve ever had, and you’re my best friend and I don’t know what to do.” The words leave my mouth so quickly I’m not sure Gabe could understand me.
Silence hangs in the air as we stand there, staring at each other. Finally, Gabe responds, a cocky grin spreads across his cheeks, “The best sex you’ve ever had, huh?”
Rolling my eyes, I smack him across the chest. “Shut up. I didn’t mean to tell you that, it just… spilled out.”
“Hmm. Spilled out, huh?” Gabe wraps his arms around my waist, leaning into me. He dips his head towards mine, resting our foreheads together.
“Yeah,” I say. “I couldn’t control it.”
Gabe gently brushes his lips against mine, a hum rumbling his chest as he does. This kiss isn’t devouring but it’s just as potent. His lips are plush and soft, lingering in their caress.
Before I become consumed by his kisses, I gently pull back, my hands resting on his sculpted chest. “I hate to ruin a moment, but I need a shower.” My underwear is in tatters and the evidence of our time together is beginning to trail down my thighs, making me uncomfortable. Thank God for birth control.
