Boyfrenemy

by Sosie Frost

  “I know you want me.”

  More than any other man, and I’d hate myself for it. “You don’t know anything about me.”

  “I know everything important.” He didn’t let me speak, capturing me in a kiss as he grabbed my legs, hoisted me up, and pressed me against the wall. My legs wove around him as if we’d done this a hundred times before. But I wasn’t that lucky—just insane with pleasure. “I know it’s been forever since you came. Even longer since you got fucked. And I know you’re going to love how this feels.”

  I gripped his shoulders as he released himself from his jeans. A glance down revealed everything I’d feared and wondered and wanted.

  Julian was a monster of a prick in more ways than one.

  His head slipped against my slit, wet and waiting. He was delightfully, imposingly huge. Impossibly built. Every rub of his head threatened my clit with yet another cascade of shivers. The pressure built. More and more. Higher and higher. Threatening me with shame and excitement. I’d climb over this man just to sink down upon him, but Julian took his damn time.

  Enjoying me?

  Well, seeing as it was the only time I’d ever let the loathsome creature touch me, he had cause to savor my body.

  “Know what your problem is, princess?” He whispered, the head of his cock pressing at my slit. “You need to loosen up.”

  “Think so?”

  “And I’m just the man to stretch you out.”

  My patience wore thin. “Shut up and fuck me.”

  “Shut up and take it.”

  With pleasure.

  Not that I’d ever let him know. But with a piercing, raging strike into my pussy, Julian learned everything. Even a man this conceited could tell when his cock delivered a woman the single greatest pleasure of her life. He wasn’t gentle, but my only demand was that he fill me up and do it right.

  Julian read my mind. Or maybe my hips. With a single thrust, he rammed into me. I lost control of every thought, breath, and inhibition as that raging cock stretched me to the brim and more. His entire uncompromising length conquered me with blinding pressure.

  “How’s that?” Julian pressed in to the hilt, pinning me between him and the wall and grinding his hips to ensure I stuck. “Feel good?”

  The sort of good that transcended reason and civility and delighted me with sheer insanity. I’d never felt so taken, so full and stuffed and thoroughly conquered by a thick length of flesh, pulsing in lust. He didn’t fit inside me, but he didn’t stop. Hell, I wouldn’t have allowed him to pull that bare cock out of my quivering folds.

  The heat seared me, every velvet inch of his cock pulsed with warmth and a masculine threat. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.

  Why was the biggest, most thrilling cock in this world attached to Julian Payne?

  “Go ahead. Pretend you don’t want me…” Julian bit my neck. A wave of shivers jolted my spine and centered in the fire pulsing from my core, already stoked by his thickness. “It’ll help you sleep tonight…so you can dream of me.”

  I twisted my fingers into his shirt. “Think I’ll be that unfulfilled?”

  His movements were slow. Deliberate. Striking so deep and hard that I was shattered against the wall.

  How loud were the thuds? How harsh was my breathing?

  Oh God, anyone in the building could tell what we were doing.

  What I was doing.

  Getting the fuck of my life in my office like a common whore.

  “You’re gonna be more than fulfilled…” Julian delighted in my quaking body, pulling out until the thickest part of his cock tormented my entrance. With a grunt, he slammed back inside of me. “You’re going to the meeting tonight filled with me.”

  “Can’t take you out there with me…” I arched an eyebrow. “Better be quick…or quicker than your usual.”

  “A couple minutes is all I need.” His thrusts hardened, but so did my breath, my heartbeat, the clenching of everything inside me. “I want you standing out there tonight thinking of me, of how good I fucked you, of how tonight I owned every fucking inch of you.”

  I smirked. “You think I’ll even give a damn about you once you’re done?”

  “When I make a mess of you, you’ll remember. Your pussy is gonna be soaked. Your panties ruined. Your thighs slick.” He seized my hips, forcing himself in even farther, until my breath ached and muscles tensed in delight. “I’m not pulling out, princess.”

  Then I finally had a justification for my pill. “Think I’d let you go that easy?”

  Julian growled. “Every step you take tonight, you’ll feel me. Slick. Hot. You’re gonna think about this cock. When you sit down, you’re gonna feel it. When you go home tonight to rub that clit, all messy with my cum, you’re gonna want me again.”

  I bounced my own hips against him, dragging the words through a shuddering gasp. “Even you think I’ll have to get off again tonight.”

  “You have my phone number.”

  “And you have two big heads.”

  My mind jumbled as he pounded into me. I slammed against the wall, again and again and again. How many times could he bottom out inside my aching pussy? I fought the pleasure, fought that clenching desire, but he dragged my hips harder against his raging thrusts. Biting my lip did nothing. Closing my eyes only brought me closer to that infinite oblivion. I clutched at his arms as every strike centered hard and fast inside my tormented, delighted core.

  This wasn’t supposed to happen.

  I’d never, ever given myself to a man after so little time, respect, and thought. Never once let myself get swept into the arms of a stranger and filled with his magnificent cock. Never let a man I hated pin me against the wall and fuck my swollen, hungry pussy again and again.

  I never let a man threaten to come inside me.

  Never let a man take me so thoroughly before.

  Never let a man get this close.

  I’d never even let a man give me an orgasm before. Not that they hadn’t tried. Not that I’d never been willing. But surrendering that control? Offering that part of me, so secret and sacred and vulnerable?

  Julian was right. It had been forever since I’d come, but not for the reason he’d thought. I never let a man get close enough to learn what pleasured me. So how did he understand everything I needed? Why did he grind his hips and push me against the wall and fill me in that dizzying, savage way that I never knew I’d wanted?

  At least I’d only make this mistake with Julian Payne. After tonight, I’d be rid of him.

  And no one would ever know.

  My breathing gave me away, every exhale shadowed with a quaking whimper. Julian snickered, pushing inside me and leaning down, his lips teasing my ear.

  “Wanna come, princess? Go on. I’m waiting for you.”

  “You want to be done that quick?”

  “I’m a gentleman. Ladies first.”

  “You think you’re doing that good?”

  His quick, lust-crazed thrusts proved it. He buried himself inside of me, laughing as I trembled and shook in his arms.

  “I can make you come whenever I want…” His words teased, dark and haunting. “Whenever I demand it. And I want it now, Micah. Hold onto me. Wrap those legs around me. Surrender to this fucking cock.”

  “I don’t surrender.”

  “You already did.” He gripped my hips with a new fury and thrust deeper inside, his pacing never slowing, his gaze never breaking. “You begged me with that silky little pussy. Look at it, sucking me in, clenching down on me.”

  I didn’t want to see it, but I peeked anyway. The image would cost me dearly in water bills, but I’d never recreate anything as sexy with my showerhead. My dark legs wrapped over him. The pale strike of his cock disappeared inside my folds. A jagged, desperate, forceful conquest. Black and white. Thick and petite. Muscle and curves.

  It was too much. Too much to see how he manhandled me. How wet it made me. How strong he was, how little my body looked, how hard he fucked…


  “Hate me all you want…” Julian groaned with me. “But no man is gonna make you come like this ever again.”

  Oh, I hated that he was right.

  Hated him. Loathed him. Despised him.

  And came so hard on his cock I nearly wrenched in two. My body tensed in the most spine-shattering, muscle-rending orgasm of my life. The shock drove through me, curling my toes and tensing my legs over his waist. The sensations tortured me.

  One.

  Two.

  Three.

  Wave upon wave of shameful delight tore my mind and burst my thoughts in a rage of astonishment and vulgar excitement.

  I came.

  Hard. Unforgiving.

  And my pleasure triggered his.

  With a rasping growl and bite to my throat, Julian embedded himself in me to the hilt.

  Then he spilled every last drop of his pleasure inside me.

  The heat splashed within me—a sensation so foreign, so overwhelming my own desire quickened once more. I arched and bucked my hips, milking his orgasm while demanding a second of my own. The quick pop of his cock delivered that and more.

  And when the pleasure turned to an ache, when my thoughts and breathing and sanity slowly dulled and my senses returned, I collapsed between him and the wall. Wishing—praying—that when I opened my eyes, I would be in the arms of any man but Julian Payne.

  No such luck.

  Damn it.

  I slid from him with a cleared throat and spots my vision.

  He was right. I was a mess. Sticky and slippery and delighted by the sensation. Sweat tickled my neck, but it coated his forehead. He wiped it away with a grin and jerked his still-hard cock two more times. Only a drop coated his fingers. The rest slicked the inside of me.

  Oh. My. God.

  I straightened my dress and checked my watch.

  “Oh, no…” I spun, flicking the lights back on. My panties were gone. “I have five minutes until the meeting.”

  Julian adjusted his jeans. Within an instant, he looked perfectly innocent. Damn him

  “Good timing,” he said.

  “No. Very bad timing.” My papers had scattered over the desk. I hurriedly recovered the messy files and stacked the folders on the desk. “Where…”

  “What?”

  “Where are my…”

  A knock would have shattered the office door. I turned with a yelp. My hands grabbed a fistful of my skirt and yanked it lower, nearly pulling it off my waist.

  Oh God. Was it obvious that I’d just gotten the fuck of my life?

  Where the hell were my panties?

  Sharon, the receptionist, stuck her head in the office. The woman was already flustered, and the meeting hadn’t even started yet. She rapped against the doorframe and shook her head, the newly dyed red awfully fancy for a monthly meeting.

  “Well, the great heads for coleslaw are here.” She pushed into the office and made a beeline for the jar of candy sitting on my filing cabinet. With a frustrated groan, she helped herself to a mini-Milky Way. “You better get out there. Got a full house in the audience, and the council is ready to declare war on Henderson Road.” She stopped and patted Julian’s arm. “How you doing, Jules? How’s your poor brother?”

  Julian winked at me. “Doing much better now.”

  “Glad to hear it. When Kathy told me what happened to Marius, we were just sick.” Sharon wagged a finger at me. “Now, Micah. You give Jules here whatever he wants. Payne family deserves it.”

  “Oh, she’s given me plenty tonight,” he said.

  Sharon pointed to the stack of files on my desk. “I’ll take these out. Christ save us if I miss a second of the meeting for the minutes. Donny DeBlasio turns into Chairman Mao the instant he’s given a gavel.”

  I didn’t manage a word before Sharon nicked the folders and a second piece of candy and hurried back to the meeting room.

  I let my breath out in a frantic huff and dove under the desk.

  The council was unbearable on most nights. I couldn’t face them without panties.

  …And stuffed so goddamned full of Julian’s searing hot seed.

  “So…” Julian didn’t help me search. “Do I get the barn now?”

  I jerked upwards in shock, cracking my head against the desk. Even a concussion wouldn’t convince me that approving an unapprovable application was a good idea.

  I laughed. “Now who’s the whore?”

  “Give me the barn, and I’ll stop by after the meeting. Tuck you in tonight.”

  “Oh sure.” I rolled my eyes. “Maybe the encore will last more than a couple minutes.”

  “You want me to go all night?”

  “I just want you to go.”

  He didn’t move. “That’s the thanks I get for giving you the greatest orgasm of your life?”

  “You think that was the best?”

  “You’re a liar, princess, but you’re not good at it.”

  The shock wore off. Wish it had lasted longer. Maybe then the shame wouldn’t have crippled me in guilty shivers. I ignored him and struggled to find my panties. Nowhere to be found. Not behind the desk. Not under the chairs.

  Panic and humiliation didn’t blend well. I sucked in a breath that went nowhere.

  “Where…” I stared at him, hating the question. “What did you do with my underwear?”

  He grinned. “When?”

  “When you removed them.”

  “Before I fucked you senseless?”

  “Yes.”

  “I tossed them away. Then I put them on your desk while you were still…” He winked. “Recovering.”

  “On my desk?”

  “Yeah, by the files.”

  My stomach dropped.

  I stared at my desk, the piles of papers and books growing more and more unmanageable by the hour. I flung a few files to the side, but no panties peeped under the paperwork.

  “Oh God…” I clutched my stomach. “Oh no.”

  “What?”

  “They aren’t here.”

  “What do you mean?”

  I pointed to the hall, to the packed meeting room, to the centralized location where all six of my bosses—elected and appointed—sat, searching through my files which would contain not only reports on new construction, a proposed amendment to our comprehensive plan, and a listing of every code enforcement violation…

  …But now a pair of drenched, bright red panties, ripped off in the throes of passion.

  “They’re…” I couldn’t even say it. “They’re out front.”

  Julian had a bad habit of laughing at my misfortune. Joke was on him. This one spelled disaster for him too.

  “You still want your barn?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” he said.

  “Then you better help me right now.”

  “Why?”

  My desire turned to dread. “Because I’m about to get fired.”

  Chapter Four

  Julian

  I’d just had the fuck of my life, and now Micah needed me to protect her job?

  Maybe my luck wasn’t so bad after all.

  I grinned. “If I save your ass, do I get to fuck it later?”

  I caught her hand before it struck my cheek, but we both knew how that last touch had ended.

  Micah panted, cocoa eyes wide. Just as beautiful now as she was staring at me when I’d brought her to an orgasm that’d shocked her as much as it shocked me. Nothing had ever been as sexy—as amazing—as that little brat writhing on my cock.

  I didn’t figure Micah for a cuddler, but I didn’t think she’d panic.

  She covered her mouth with her hands. “Oh, no…”

  Micah paced her office, smoothing a meticulous bun. Not as tight as before, but the woman still looked pristine, even after getting rutted against the wall. Her hair was perfect, her dress wasn’t even wrinkled. No panties, but I sure as hell wasn’t complaining about that.

  “I can’t believe I let you do that,” she groaned.

 
; “Let me?” I laughed. “You begged for it.”

  “You…” Micah’s words edged hard with either terror or rage. “I was not begging for anything!”

  “Not with those lips.”

  “I can’t believe I let you touch me.”

  “I can’t believe you came that easily. Thought I’d have to work a little harder.” Not that I minded. “When was the last time you got fucked?”

  “Doesn’t matter—I’m about to get screwed now.”

  Sexy little pain in the ass. “Give me five minutes to catch my breath, and I’ll give you an encore.”

  “Jesus, cowboy!” She rushed to the door and peeked into the hall. The municipal center filled with the hum of dozens of conversations. “Don’t you get it? The entire town is out there.”

  “Not all the town,” I said. “Just…the busybodies. The senior citizens. The gossips. The church congregation—one of my brother’s old rules, community involvement.”

  “Your brother?”

  “The minister.”

  “A minister is here?”

  “Don’t worry. Varius quit years ago. Pastor Miley took his place.” I snickered. “Varius would find this hilarious…Pastor Miley will probably invoke a prayer circle.”

  Micah failed to see the humor in the situation. Granted, everything to me had that golden, just-fucked glow to it.

  A woman this beautiful didn’t need panties. A tranquilizer, sure. But panties? Nah.

  “This…” She attempted to calm herself with a deep breath and failed. “Was a mistake.”

  “I thought it was great.”

  “Yeah, I tend to rock people’s worlds. That’s not the point.”

  “I was referring to my performance, which you could compliment, by the way.”

  Micah rolled her eyes. “Didn’t know you needed a pep talk to have sex.”

  “Didn’t think you’d need to be talked down after an orgasm.”

  She pointed. “Only because you’re the prick who made me come.”

  “Princess, I’m the only one who will ever make you come like that.”

  “You’re the only one who would gloat about it too,” she said.

  I crossed my arms. “Still waiting for the pat on my back.”

  “I’ll give you a slap to the face if you don’t shut up.”