Page 29 of Best Friend Burden

“Not a single other word,” she said. “Just do it.”

My lips were sealed. I reached down around her waist and removed what was left of her clothing, then took in the image of her on my bed, her legs spread open wide, invitingly. Between the rubbing herself and the blowjob, she was plenty wet for me.

But there was no harm in getting her wetter.

I dove my face right into her pussy, toying with her most sensitive areas with careful and precise taps of my tongue, holding her hips down as she squirmed with delight, moaning in pleasure as I did so. She tasted unbelievable, and I couldn’t get enough of her. My body was taking control of me, and I had to hold myself back, forcing myself not to press too hard until she was ready.

Her hands reached around my face and held me down into her, helping to guide me to where it felt best. When she found the right spot, she moved those hands to my shoulders and pulled me harder up against her as she drove those nails into my skin. It stung, but only slightly. And it felt good.

As her body loosened up and her moans became louder, those hands moved down to my chin, lifting my head up to look at her as she nodded, panting and slightly out of breath.

“I need you to take me,” she said, her voice thin and sensual. “I need you inside me.”

With that, I jumped up from my position, grabbed her wrists and held them down as I leaned over her body, putting my face right up to hers and watching her expression as I slowly pushed my cock inside her. It was a short gasp at first, but as I made my way deeper, it became breathier and longer, a sound of pure pleasure. And she was still teetering on the edge of that cliff I left her on. As I pounded into her, letting instinct fully take over, she grabbed onto my arm, digging her nails hard into my bicep like she had into my shoulder. Damn, it felt good.

I kept going, listening to her body and giving it exactly what it needed. Melody wasn't exactly a tough girl to read. Even without words, I knew exactly what was going on in her mind and what felt good where.

It wasn't too long before I saw that glint of approach in her eye. I'd seen that glint only moments ago when she was rubbing herself — it meant she was very close to coming. And I was done with teasing her. It was time to give her what she wanted.

I was close, too. With our rhythm in perfect sync, we were approaching the holy grail: a simultaneous orgasm. I gritted my teeth and held back, ready to release the second she did, but those final seconds seemed to take forever. In the best way possible.

The way I felt it at first was through the hand of hers on my arm. It suddenly squeezed just a bit tighter, and then the moan of orgasmic ecstasy came screaming from the back of her throat. The moan didn't stop when I released into her. Instead, it got immediately louder and more intense. And it kept going and going and going until I was worried she'd run out of breath and might pass out.

She didn't, though. Instead, she fell back against the pillow, desperately trying to catch her breath. She tried to speak, but all that came out was slurred gibberish, which she laughed at.

“What was that?” I asked. “I didn't catch that.”

Melody closed her eyes to regain concentration and then opened them.

“That was, hands down, the best fuck of my life.”

I smiled at her. It seemed too trite to say, “Mine, too,” even though it was true.

“I think we both needed that,” I said.

I rolled over beside her and let her cuddle her body up next to mine. We didn't speak, just stayed there, appreciating the moment. It was impossible to know exactly what she was thinking, but I was wondering what my 18 year old self would think, looking at this moment.

He'd be ecstatic to see that this moment was in his future, even if he'd have to wait over a decade for it.

My mind immediately took a 180, though. Because what did I care what my 18 year old self would think of this moment? Had I just fallen into that same teenage trap of seeing a woman as a conquest?

Melody was already asleep, judging by her consistent breathing pattern. And I wondered what the next morning would bring. Was this the beginning of something serious between the two of us? Or was this another meaningless fling?

I hadn't had any alcohol or done any drugs that night, but I wondered if I'd still fallen back into my old bad habits. After over a year of working at becoming a better person and trying to do the right thing, had I even grown up at all?

And what about her? The sexy high school crush who undoubtedly just saw me as a conquest to brag about at the next ten year reunion? There were two ways for this to go, and neither of them was good. One was she ditched me in the morning, and I was left feeling even emptier than before. Or, worse, she stuck around and dragged me back into the wild life I’d worked so hard to stay away from. The scariest thing about her is that I knew she could tempt me.

CHAPTER11

***MELODY***

Iwas taken aback by my alarm in the morning. It was quiet and distant, which was confusing to me until I felt the tattooed arm curled around me and remembered how the night before had gone. I couldn't help but smile to myself as I relived the evening that had been well over a decade in the making. It was weird to think that if I hadn't happened to want to move to Los Angeles or happened to have scheduled a meeting in downtown Santa Monica or not have happened to arrive early and stop for lunch in the area...

Well, if it hadn't been for a long series of events, it was very possible I might have just forgotten about Kiefer entirely. A boy who was my best friend and occupied the bulk of my thoughts during my later teenage years would have completely left my mind. And I wouldn't have had the most amazing sex I could possibly imagine.

I slid out from under his arm and closed his bedroom door before tiptoeing to the other room, where I turned off the alarm. This was an important morning, which is why I'd set the alarm so long in advance: I had to put together breakfast tacos for the meeting, and I was nervous.

Before, I could dismiss the rejection as a result of my poor business or presentation skills. If I screwed up today, though, it would be because the food didn't speak for itself. In other words, I'd have failed at the thing I was supposed to be good at.

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