I Rode My Boyfriend’s Best Friend While He Slept

The clock hit eight. My wait ended. I had been counting down the hours all day, shifting in my seat at work, my mind drifting to what waited ahead.

Every minute had dragged like gum stuck under a shoe. I checked my sling bag three times to make sure the chocolate-flavored condoms were still inside. I knew I would use them tonight. God, I wanted to. My pulse kicked up every time I pictured Jake’s hands on me, the way his body would feel pressed close.

“Tensed?” Ashley asked. She made me sit on the sofa. Her eyes searched my face like she could read every dirty thought running through my head.

“A little.”

“Hope Brandon and Tyler are gone by now.”

“Yes. They are probably shouting at the screen in the theater. They will head out for drinks after the movie.” I kept my voice steady even though my stomach flipped with nerves and want.

While I answered, I pictured Jake alone at home, probably killing enemies in Fortnite. He hated crowds. That quiet side of him always pulled me in deeper.

“Have you told Jake?”

“I am going to surprise him.”

I booked the cab. The ETA showed fifteen minutes. I had chosen cream palazzo pants and a tunic top. The pants brushed my ankles with every step. The outfit looked loose enough to seem innocent. The wine-red tunic had long sleeves and a modest neckline. In the mirror I looked proper. Respectable. The kind of girl who might actually be visiting a relative. Underneath though, nothing but bare skin and heat building between my thighs.

I dabbed Velvet Bloom on my neck and behind my ears. Ashley stood by the door with her arms crossed. Her bottom lip stayed caught between her teeth. She knew exactly what kind of night this was turning into.

“All the best, Megan,” she whispered.

“Relax. I am just going to pick up my bra.” I winked. My voice came out light but my body already ached for Jake’s touch.

She rolled her eyes. “Your cab is here. Ciao.”

The ride felt longer than usual. Traffic moved faster than the time. After forty minutes I reached Jake’s building. Phoenix heat still clung to the streets even after dark.

“Round trip, ma’am? Should I wait?” the driver asked.

“Not sure. You can go.” I gave him a small smile and stepped out. I adjusted the strap of my bag and checked my reflection on the shiny elevator door. The wine-red top showed the shape of my breasts. My nipples already pressed against the fabric.

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Unlocking the Door

The elevator reached his floor. I turned left and walked softly to his door. I could have rung the bell, but I did not. I wanted him to feel the thrill. I knew where he kept the spare key. I lifted the second shoe on the rack and found it. The metal felt cold in my hand. The lock clicked. I opened the door a crack. Everything was dark and quiet. No TV. No footsteps. Brandon was gone. I latched the door and dropped the key on the sofa. A faint smell of coffee hung in the air. My eyes adjusted to the night lamp. The living room was empty. Wild Stone Hydra cologne and soap told me Jake had showered recently. I had always liked that scent. It made my mouth water.

I padded past the sofa where we had first touched. Jake’s bedroom door stood ajar. Amber streetlight leaked through the curtains. The room felt colder. The AC sat at 18 degrees. I turned off the green display but left the cold air running. “Jake,” I whispered. I saw only the shape of him under the thick blanket. His perfume hit me again. I leaned closer and breathed it in. “Sleepyhead. Here I come.”

The darkness helped. I counted steps to the window, pulled the curtains shut, then moved back to the bed. The room went black. Only the AC hum and my heartbeat remained. I sat on the edge of the mattress. One piece at a time, I undressed. The palazzo pants slid down. The tunic came off next. Cool air touched my skin. I unhooked my bra. My breasts came free. My nipples tightened. I cupped them for a second, then slid my panties down. Nothing left. I lifted the quilt and slipped underneath. His body heat surrounded me. I laid my hand on his chest. Bare skin. No shirt. His nipples felt firm. I traced slow circles around them, then down to his navel and back up. He shifted but stayed asleep. I made a tent with the blanket and sealed us in.

My fingers kept moving. They reached the thin elastic of his boxer briefs. I paused. “Shall I?” I asked myself. “Not yet,” I decided. I leaned in and pressed my bare breasts against his chest. My nipples met his. “Hey. Are you pretending to sleep?” No answer. I rubbed harder and slid my thigh over his. Still nothing. I dragged my breast across his chest with more pressure. Nothing.

His Mouth on Me

I gave up waiting. “Jake, I know how to wake you up.” I hovered over him on all fours, then lowered my mouth to his. I kissed him hard. My tongue found his. He stirred and moaned. I pressed my palm over his lips. “No talking. Only action. Whoever begs to fuck loses.” I kissed him again before he could answer. He accepted without words. His hands found my breasts. He squeezed, then grew rougher as my moans grew louder. He took my nipple in his mouth and bit gently. My hips moved on their own. I tried to grind lower but could not reach. He lifted his hips and slid me down his body until my thighs framed his head. His breath touched me first. Then his tongue parted me. He licked deep, found my clit, and sucked. I ground against his mouth. My body shook. I could not hold out. The wet sounds filled the dark room. His tongue flicked fast and my pussy dripped onto his chin.

“Fuck me. I lose. Fuck me now.”

I reached for the bag, found the condom, and tore it open. He took it from me, pushed his briefs down, and rolled it on. He lifted me like I weighed nothing. I lowered myself until the head of his cock touched me. I took him slowly, inch by inch. He stretched me. I moaned as I sank lower. He waited, letting me set the pace. When I had half of him, he gave one final push and filled me completely. I cried out. My cunt clenched around his thick dick. Sweat slicked our skin. The slap of my ass hitting his thighs echoed. I rode him hard, grinding my clit against him with every thrust. “Harder,” I gasped. “Right there. Fuck me deeper, Jake.” His hands gripped my hips and he rammed up into me. My tits bounced. Heat built fast in my belly. I felt every inch of his cock pounding my soaked pussy. My walls fluttered. Then it hit. I came hard, shuddering, calling his name as my orgasm ripped through me. Cum coated the condom while he kept thrusting. My body locked tight around him until he groaned and followed, pulsing deep inside.

“Ah. That feels good. Fuck me deeper now. Say my name.”