by Jade Sinner
What's sexier than a good-looking successful guy who went to a friend's recue?
'Don't worry, boy, you'll be balls deep in that chick before the end of the week. Tonight's about Jess.' My dick and I both agree that she's the only one we'd make the sacrifice for.
Besides, the chick from the gym gives off the same vibe I do. She's not looking for anything other than some fun and a good fuck. Those are my goals, too, but the order of significance is most usually reversed.
Jess and I have always had different life goals. Not for hard work or dedication—we both kick ass at that. We've worked hard and it’s paid off. We both have great jobs. My old truck is now a sleek black sports car. My apartment is in the best chic part of St. Louis. She has it all too, or did, before her recent engagement ended. Nevertheless, she has the great job and the apartment she was sharing with Jack Dickhead is in her name. In most ways, we're both living the dream.
It's just that our dreams for a relationship—a forever, until I die thing—have always been different.
Jess has been searching for that for as long as I can remember, while I've been content with right now. And believe me, there are plenty of right nows everywhere I look. She'd thought she'd found it, her forever. Unfortunately, Jess's forever just fucked his coworker—in her bed.
"Hey, how about I order some dinner," I offer. "I can have sushi here in twenty minutes?"
Jess sighs against my chest. "I deserve better." Her voice is soft, but determined.
"You sure as hell do. Maybe pizza?"
"No," she tips her chin upward until our eyes met. "Jerkface, not food. I deserve to be happy."
That's my girl.
"And sushi is the perfect start."
I suck in a breath as she reaches down, awakening my dick, purposely rubbing my jeans.
"What are you doing?" Though I’m asking the question, my dick knows the drill.
Jess blinks her eyes. Her tears have dried, and her damn green eyes are filled with something I've never seen before, not from her. Her cheeks rise as her pink tongue darts out to her lip and then disappears. "I think I have a better idea than food, something that will make me feel better."
What the hell am I doing?
My heart is racing, and all I can think about is Ashton. Of course I'm thinking about the way his chest feels against mine, how strong and sturdy it is. I'm thinking about his arms and how he surrounds me, protecting me from the world.
But those aren't necessarily new thoughts. I mean, we've been friends forever, since long before he was sexy as hell and six foot plus. Sometimes to me, he's still the short freckle-faced boy who lived two houses down. I'm not alone in the way I see him or us. I know he still thinks of me as the little girl.
Thing is...we've grown up.
I know we made an agreement, but so did Jack and I. We'd agreed to marry.
I wonder if that asshole has found my engagement ring on the kitchen counter yet or if he's still too busy screwing some bimbo. I turned off my phone so I don't have a clue if he's tried to call. I don't give a shit. After what I saw, he can go fuck himself. He can go fuck whomever he wants. It won't be me.
Which brings me back to the man with his arms around me. The man who I know—through his own and others' testimonials—is fucking fantastic in bed.
Jack was OK. But damn it, I deserve better. I deserve fantastic!
We can do this, I convince myself. Ashton and I can fuck and then go back to the way it was. Hell, maybe we can just keep fucking while still being friends.
Friends with benefits.
Why the hell not?
I'm not trying to get even with Jack. I'm not.
Maybe for the first time I'm recognizing what's been in front of me forever and always. I lift my lips to Ashton's as I reach out and stroke his jeans. Once. Twice.
With each stroke, his cock grows harder under the fabric.
He said something again about food.
"I think I have a better idea than food, something that will make me feel better."
"Jess..."
My single syllable name becomes a full four as his eyes roll back and he lowers his head until his forehead rests on mine.
"Ashton Michael, don't make me beg. I deserve this. You deserve this. I'm a damn good lay. I promise."
"Fuck. Don't say that. We...we have our agreement."
I continue stroking his cock, the bulge in his jeans getting bigger and bigger. Harder and harder. He doesn't try to stop me as his chest rises and falls.
"I propose a new agreement," I say with confidence. But then, as I reach for the buckle of his belt, Ashton stops me.
"Honey, you know I love you."
"And I love you. I have since we were five."
Ashton's cheeks rise. "You threatened to kick my ass when we were five."
I shrug at the memory. With pink filling my cheeks, I concede, "OK. Since we were six. Now we're both adults. We can do this and still be friends. I'm not wanting more—fuck forever. Right now I just want to feel loved. Do you really want me to get that at some bar? Because I’m getting it tonight."
His arms tense and I know I've hit a nerve. He's my best friend and protector. If I would have let him, instead of being here with me, he'd have gone to our apartment and Jack would be beaten to a bloody pulp.
Our apartment.
My stomach drops. It’s my apartment and he can get his ass out.
"No, but, Jess..."
I take a step back and reach for the hem of my shirt. Pulling it over my head, I watch as Ashton's blue eyes grow in proportion to his cock as his gaze is glued to my boobs. They're big and round and pushed upward in my pink Victoria's Secret bra. "Either I'm going to crawl into your bed and have a sleepover with my best friend"—I reach for the button on my jeans—"or he's going to need to tell me to go, and I guess I'll look for somewhere else to stay, because I sure as hell am not going back to my apartment."
Ash runs his hand through his sandy hair as he watches my next move.
"What will it be?" I shimmy out of my jeans. "Are you going to kick me out?"
"I don't want to be a get-even fuck, Jess."
My head tilts to the side. Ashton Michaels has never turned down pussy, no matter the reason.
I reach up and stroke his chiseled jaw. "It. Isn't. And. This. Won't. Change. A. Thing."
"Our agreement?" he asks again with more uncertainty to his voice.
"Let's have a new agreement?"
Wearing only my bra and matching boy shorts—the kind that show off my butt cheeks—I reach for Ashton's hand. I've never noticed before how big it is. How long his fingers are. How strong his grasp is.
I take a step toward his bedroom.
It's only one step, but suddenly, I'm pulled back into his arms. My waist is pulled tight against his erection, grinding against me, probing the flesh of my toned stomach.
For only a moment, I remember all the effort, all the working out, to be ready for my wedding and honeymoon, and decide I want to show off my toned body to my best friend.
I wince as Ashton tugs my hair, forcing my head backward until I'm staring up into his eyes.
The blue is different, deeper, stronger, and there's something new.
"Tell me you're sure."
The crotch of my panties dampens.
“Ash…”
“No, Jess. Tell me.”
I try to swallow. In the last seconds, breathing has become more difficult. Fuck.
"I-I'm sure," I say, my answer squeaking out.
What just happened?
I wanted to feel my friend close to me. I wanted the togetherness that Jack's stupid escapade took away. I wanted a friend. But now? Fuck, now I'm turned on. My pussy clenches and I'm on a fucking high!
I've never seen this side of Ashton, the sexy side that others have seen. Now that I do, I want more.
Before I can say anything else, Ash pushes me backward until my shoulders collide with the wall and he's against me, all of him.
I moan as his stiff cock pushes harder against my stomach.
"Fuck, Jess, I'm not sure what's happening, but I don't do sleepovers, not anymore. I don't do sweet. You know me."
My nipples harden as he crushes my breasts against his chest. "I know you, Ash, better than anyone. Take me. I want to be consumed. I want to think about only you, the one man who's never lied to me."
His eyes narrow. "And tomorrow?"
"You'll still be my best friend."
Ashton reaches down and unashamedly moves the crotch of my panties. I bite my lip as he plunges one and then, two fingers deep inside of me. The room fills with his growl, guttural and primitive, combined with my moan of pleasure.
"Fuck, Jess, you are so wet. You really do want this, don't you?"
My pussy tightens around his long fingers and my knees weaken as I move with his rhythm. "More than my dad wants the apocalypse." I move on my toes, finding his rhythm. My voice is breathy as I say, "Please, Ash, don't make me beg."
Thoughts I've never let myself think come rushing through my mind.
With each plunge of my fingers my imagination runs wild.
I picture her begging. My Jess on her knees pleading for my cock. I want that. I want that and more. A surge of desire overwhelms me. She is like nothing I've ever imagined having for my own in my entire life. Then again, she's the one who's always been there, the one who knows me, my friend.
Suddenly I want more.
I want to watch her pink tongue dart out to lick the pre-cum from my rock-hard dick. I want to see her lips as I fist her hair and she takes me deep into her throat. I imagine her gasping for air as her head bobs up and down until I cum and she swallows every last drop. After she does, I want to slide my still-hard cock into her cunt and feel those warm walls clench around me like they are doing to my fingers.
My brain is saying no.
It's saying all the words that mean no. Like stop. Like don't do this. Like this isn't a good idea. My brain is saying that this new agreement will never work. It's telling me to tuck my friend into my bed and move to the couch. It's telling me to jack off in the bathroom and forget this ever happened.
I've never been good at listening to my brain.
Especially not when my dick is in on the debate.
I lean forward and take her lips, capture them, claim them. My brain says to be gentle, to merely brush our lips as friends do. Fuck my brain. All self-control is quickly fleeing. Gentle isn't in my vocabulary. Twenty-plus years of gentle is suddenly washed away by a flood of desire, like the flood saturating my pumping fingers. I push closer, fucking bruising her lips, making them red and puffy. As I do, a soft whimper escapes Jess's mouth. It's just the encouragement I need as I plunge my tongue between her lush lips.
Her warm mouth is ecstasy. It's sweet like grapes, while also tart like wine. The lethal combination enters my system, erasing all sense of right and wrong.
My brain tries one more time: this is Jess, Jessica Anderson, the girl down the street, my best friend.
That knowledge and definition of this hotter-than-hell vixen quickly fades away.
My dick's no longer reasoning or listening as her heartbeat quickens, her moans fill the room, and her slick pussy clenches again, covering my fingers in more of her cum.
My God. Her cunt is heaven.
Who the fuck knew?
Her mouth is paradise.
How did I never know?
And her body...those tits are sublime! I release her gorgeous hair and unsnap her bra.
Pulling the straps over her slender shoulders, I toss it onto the floor. "Holy fuck, Jess. How have you kept this gorgeous rack hidden from me?" I lean down and suck one of her nipples into my mouth and run my tongue around the hard bead.
She doesn't answer. Instead, she whimpers as she weaves her fingers through my hair and pulls me closer, arching her back. The fucking pressure is perfect. Her hips against my dick. Her tit in my mouth. Her cunt squeezing my fingers as I pump harder and faster.
Her entire body tenses.
"Ash, fuck, Ash, I'm going to cum!"
"Not yet." In record speed, I remove my dripping fingers and place them between my lips. "Jess, you're so fucking sweet."
Quickly I reach for the waistband of her panties, drop to my knees, and pull the little bit of material down. As I lower it, I find myself eye level with the most beautiful blonde cunt. If I hadn't known Jess most of my life, I might have wondered if she were a true blonde, but the light yellow curls make it official. I spread her legs, showing me her wet thighs, lean forward, and take a deep breath. "You smell as good as you taste."
"Ash..."
I fight the need to run my tongue through her folds and let her cum on my face but my cock won't allow it. After all, this is his show, and he wants to be inside of her, more than I want to breathe. After one small suck of her clit, I stand, our eyes meeting as I lick her cum from my lips. The embarrassment or uncomfortable feeling I always imagined would be there if we went this way in our relationship is nowhere to be found.
How could it be?
There's no room for that, not with the passion.
Jess leans with her shoulders against the wall and smiles at me.
She's fucking gorgeous!
She has a great smile, confident and sexy. As one of her hands roams down her tight stomach toward her pussy, she says, "Hurry up, Ash, or I'm going to do this myself."
My grin twitches. "Bossy. You've always been bossy."
The way her eyes twinkle with just the right amount of mischief makes my chest expand. I love seeing this side of her. I'll take it over her earlier tears any day.
In seconds my jeans are unbuttoned, and I hurriedly push my pants down to my calves. I want them off, but damn it, my shoes are still on. I'm sure as hell not taking the time to take it all off.
Lowering my boxer briefs, my dick springs outward. Jess gasps as I grasp its width. Slowly and methodically, I stroke my huge cock.
That's not bragging.
It's big.
And with each pump my balls grow heavier with the need to be inside of her. The skin covering my dick aches. It's so stretched that angry veins line the shaft while pre-cum glistens from its head.
Jess's eyes widen. "We're even," she purrs. "Cause you've been hiding that monster cock from me."
Monster.
I grin at her description. "You always did like monster movies."
"They made me scream."
"Oh, I plan to make you scream." She giggles as I lift her against the wall. She's as light as a feather. Her toned legs wrap around my waist, and I line the head of my cock up to her cunt. "Once we do—"
Jess reaches down, grabs a hold of my dick, and drops her body, impaling her own hole. Her sweet yelp echoes through my apartment, followed by my deep groan as her forehead drops to my wide shoulder.
"Fuck, Jess."
She's so wet, I slide inside, stretching her pussy as her heels dig into my ass and she wiggles to accommodate my size. Once she's completely surrounding me, Jess lifts her head and our eyes meet. "Shut up, Ash, and fuck me."
I don't hold back. I can't. Her cunt is like a satin glove—one that's two sizes too small. It's so fucking tight. I'm consumed with the need to move, to feel her around me, to embrace the friction as her sexy body pounds into the wall and her heels dig into my backside.
Like a wild animal I rut, filling her hole, deeper and deeper, until I'm as far as I can go. Over and over I thrust. Perspiration covers my skin. It's like I'm out of control, and I fucking love it. I don't want it to ever end. I never want to stop fucking her, but all too soon I feel her pussy clench. It tightens more and more, strangling my cock. Three sizes, four sizes—too small. It's the best damn feeling in the world and then all at once she screams and her fingernails pierce my shoulders.
There are words, but I can't make them out. Her entire body convulses as wave after wave of orgasm tears through her. She's my best friend and I'm ripping her to pieces
and I can't stop until I fill her with my cum. Her creamy honey drips from my balls as she gushes. I ride the wave, never slowing for her orgasm, in and out, and then it happens.
My grip on her ass tightens as I pull her closer. With a roar, my cock explodes and stream after stream of cum fills her hole.
Overfills.
My seed spurts, joining her cum to create the perfect mixture on my balls and her legs, marking and claiming Jess as my own.
I awake in Ash's arms.
That isn't totally accurate.
As I regain consciousness, I'm entangled in Ashton Michaels. His muscular arm is draped over my shoulder and his leg is bent over mine. He is a cocoon, and I'm a butterfly encased safely inside.
For a few minutes, I don't move. It feels too good, too perfect. Not only the heat of his skin and the aroma of our sex-filled night, but everything. I'm in the arms of the one man who knows me better than anyone else in the world and it's better than any wine, drink, or drug. It's perfect in more ways than I want to think.
Even with Jack, I held back. Not intentionally, not maliciously, but more out of self-preservation. I couldn't tell Jack everything. I never told him about my first boyfriend, about the disastrous first attempt at sex. How it hurt and lasted about ten seconds. It isn't a part of me I wanted him to know, but it is different with Ashton. He already knows. He knew the day after it happened.
Closing my eyes, I see him. We're days away from graduation. While I should probably have gone to Todd's locker or waited for him to come to mine, I go to Ashton's. He's there, sexy and lean, with one hand on the top of his locker door as he stares me up and down.
"You did it with Todd? Didn't you?"
I wouldn't lie to Ash. I never had. "I guess."
His grip of the poor metal door tightens as his bicep pulses. "I'm going to kick his ass."
I stand straighter. "Why? It's not like you haven't done it with...well, everyone."
"But I'm a guy. It's what guys do. I swear if he runs off his fucking mouth about you, it'll be the last damn thing he ever does."
I scoff. "He won't. Plus, if he runs off his mouth he's a lying piece of shit."
I like Todd, but I know how guys can be. I know how Ash can be.