Friends to Lovers (Heart of Hope 6)

Her breath released on a shudder.

“I want it all, Petal.”

“I want that too,” she said in a whisper.

“Well then, let’s get started.”

18

Petal

There was a part of me that thought agreeing to a friends-with-benefits situation with Cyrus was a bad idea. After all, my feelings went a bit deeper than just friends. If I wasn’t careful, they might veer straight over into love and then where would I be? In love with a man who only wanted friendship and sex. That was a recipe for heartbreak for sure.

Yet, how could I say no? First, my libido always revved to a million miles per hour when he was around. It wasn’t easy to turn down sex when my body was humming with the need for his touch.

Second, he was a man who needed a friend as well as an outlet to relieve his stress and worry. I was more than happy to sign up to be the friendly shoulder to cry on and the body to touch.

And so that was how after having a lovely dinner, he was completely naked in my bed. Having touched him a few times before, I knew his body was perfection, but to see it laid out in all it’s glory in my bed, I’d nearly swooned. His chest was sculpted to perfection. His hips were lean. His legs were long and strong. His dick was hard and thick. An artist would be hard pressed to find a better specimen as a muse.

He started talking about fantasies and all the things he wanted to do to me and I’d nearly spontaneously combusted. I wanted him to do it all right now. If he had, I’d probably have an aneurism. There was no way one woman could take all that from him without having her brain blown. But I’d try.

He rolled us until I was straddling him. “I’m hungry, Petal. Feed me.”

I looked down on him unsure as to what he meant. With this urging, I moved up his body until my pussy was over his mouth.

“Fuck my mouth,” he said, pulling my hips down. I was sure he’d suffocate, but the minute his tongue and lips were on my pussy, all coherent thought left my brain. I gripped the bed’s back board to keep from falling over.

“Cyrus…” I gasped as my hips rocked over his mouth.

“Mmm…” His sound vibrated through my pussy, into my bloodstream.

“

Oh God…” Pressure built tighter and tighter until I thought it would burst and I’d splinter into a million pieces.

His hands slid up, pinching my nipples as his tongue thrust inside me.

I whimpered and moaned, writhing over his mouth as he sent me flying to the edge and then with one hard suck of my clit, launched me out to the stratosphere.

“Cy!” I gripped my head board, my entire bed shaking as my body quaked over his face.

I was barely down from the high, when he maneuvered me on to my hands and knees, and he knelt behind me.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he said, rubbing his dick over my still quivering pussy.

I moaned. “Fuck me.”

He groaned as he gripped my ass and plunged inside me. “Yes…fuck so good.” He let himself loose, fucking me hard and fast. His body slapping against mine as he thrust in and out, in and out, each time sending me up again.

“Fuck…I’m there…touch yourself Petal. Make yourself come again.”

I reached between my thighs and had barely touched my clit when he sank in and pleasure blasted through me again, making me cry out.

“Yes!” he roared, plunging in, and grinding against me. He did it again, and again, until finally he slipped out. He collapsed to my side, pulling me to him, spooning around me. For a moment we just lay there as our breaths returned to normal.

He kissed the back of my head. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know what I could be doing to suggest otherwise,” I managed.