My Best Friend's Boyfriend

“Sweet—yes, Logan. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

He hummed into my pussy, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head, the vibration causing sensations that were foreign to my body. This was so far beyond what my fingers or toys could provide for me.

My back arched. My toes curled. My legs began to shake. He pressed his tongue harder into my clit as juices slipped down my ass crack. His hands fell from my hips, and I lifted them straight to his face. He rushed his hands underneath me and cupped my ass, bringing me closer to his lips.

Logan feasted on me, and I reaped all the rewards.

“Oh, yes. Logan, I’m coming. I’m coming. Yes! Please!”

My eyes bulged as he raked his tongue over the whole of my slit. My pussy shook against his face as I pulled handfuls of his hair. I rocked against him. My heels dug into his back. Drones and broken syllables fell from my lips as my eyes screwed shut. I felt like I was floating, falling, sinking and soaring. The darkness encompassed me and dragged me under as my entire body writhed for him. I ground into his tongue. Things I never knew I was capable of saying fell from my lips.

But I didn’t hold my body back. I couldn’t. I was no longer in control.

My back crashed into the bed and I gasped for breath. I unraveled my hands from Logan’s hair as he kissed my thighs and massaged my legs. I lay there, splayed for him as he slowly inched his way up my body. He kissed my chest, my neck, my cheek, leaving a trail of wetness behind that smelled just like me. I turned my heated face toward his and gave him a lopsided smile.

It tugged a grin across his cheeks before he kissed the tip of my nose.

“How did that feel?” he asked.

“I just—it was—you—”

He chuckled and shook his head, but I wasn’t ready to be done. My body wasn’t ready to be done. I reached over and tugged at his shirt, trying to figure out how the hell to get it off him. I rose to my knees, and he came along with me, his hands wrapping around my wrists to still my movements.

“Ava.”

“How do you get this thing off?” I asked.

“Ava.”

“We could start with your pants. Let’s do that.”

He gripped my wrists harder before I could find his belt buckle, and my eyes ripped back up to his.

“Ava,” he said.

“What?” I asked breathlessly.

“I’m technically your teacher, right?”

“Yeah, sure. Okay.”

“And as your teacher, you need to trust me.”

“Anything you ask,” I said.

“Slow down,” he said.

He moved my arms to my sides before he slowly began to take off his clothes. First, his shirt. Then, his undershirt. Then he slid of the bed and removed his pants. I was so fucking turned on. His body was glorious. He was glorious. His light brown hair was mussed from my grip, and his steely gray eyes held my stare as he stripped himself bare for me. His tall, languid body rippled with muscles. His arms bulged with veins and his chest rose and fell with his breaths. The rings of his beautiful abs gave way to lines that disappeared between a set of meaty thighs I wanted to sink my teeth into.

Where the hell was all this coming from?

He knelt on the bed and shuffled toward me, his arms slipping around my waist. He reached up and slid my zipper down, and with each clack of the metallic embrace, my body fell out of its encasement. He lifted my dress over my head before his eyes fell over me, taking in my curves as he licked lips at the sight.

It shivered me to my core. It made me want him, all of him. He wrapped his hands around me and relieved me of my lacy bra. When my breasts spilled out, he wasted no time capturing one of my engorged nipples.

“Oh, Logan.”

My head fell back before he scooped me up in his arms. He whipped me around and settled me on my back as a giggle left my lips. He lapped at my aching peaks. He lavished my breasts in kisses and massaged them with his large palms. My juices dripped for him. My entrance pulsed for him. He fell between my legs and kissed me again, sending me into a heated frenzy I wanted so desperately to relieve with him.

“Please, Logan. Take me,” I whispered.

His eyes connected with mine, and I lost myself in his pools of steel. He shifted between my legs, and then something massive pressed against my folds. My body instantly tensed. I looked down and saw how thick his cock was.

“Look at me, Ava.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off the girth in his hand.

“Ava, look at me.”