My Best Friend's Boyfriend

“Logan, don’t stop. Please. I’m so close.”

“I want you to come for me, Ava. Can you do that?”

My lips found the shell of his ear, and I felt his hips seat against mine.

“Only if you come with me,” I whispered.

He slammed into my body, and I cried out. My head fell back into the shower wall as his cock did it again—slid right out and slammed back in, raking across every sensitive part of me at once. Logan swiveled his hips, ground his tightly wound curls into my clit. My legs locked and I held him to me, feeling him thrust shallowly against me as I cupped his cheeks. I crashed my mouth to his. I nibbled on his lower lip. His grunts turned to growls as his cock throbbed against my walls, growing thicker with each thrust. My pussy massaged him. I was floating. My heart fluttered so quickly I could no longer count the beats, and it wasn’t until my orgasm took me over that our kiss disconnected.

“Oh, shit. Logan, yes. Right there. Right there. Right there, baby. Oh—hell—”

“I’m coming. I’m coming for you, Ava. Fuck. Yes. Ugh.”

I collapsed against Logan as his cock emptied inside me, his chest pinning me to the wall. My forehead fell to his shoulder as I struggled to catch my breath. My legs trembled. My pussy fluttered around his girth. It milked his dick for all it had as threads of cum littered my swollen walls. I wrapped my arms underneath his and clung to his shoulders. I kissed his skin as water washed away the evidence of our love for one another. He fell to his knees, taking me with him as his cock stayed seated in the warmth my body had to give him.

I smoothed his wet hair back from his forehead and finally brought my eyes to his.

“I love you so much,” I said breathlessly.

Logan captured my lips with his before his forehead fell to mine. “I love you too, Ava.”

“I don’t want you to leave.”

“No one ever said I was.”

“I’m sorry for not taking your calls, or answering your texts, and letting someone else dictate what we—”

His kiss silenced my words, and I was comforted by the softness of his lips.

“It’s okay,” he said.

“It’s not okay. I want to make it up to you. Tell me how I can make this right.”

A breathless chuckle left his lips before he found the strength to stand. He slid his cock out from between my legs before he walked me through the water again. He turned it off and steered us both out of the shower, then bypassed the towels to lay me down on the bed. My soaked body curled up underneath the comforter of his bed as he slid in next to me without a care in the world as to what the water might do to his mattress. He pulled me close, sliding his arm underneath my neck before grabbing my leg and pulling it up over his hips.

“Let me cook you breakfast in the morning,” he said.

I settled my cheek against his shoulder as a smile crossed my lips.

“Under one condition,” I said.

“Anything.”

“I don’t want you leaving to make anything until I wake up.” I looked up into his eyes and found him craning his neck to stare down at me.

“May I ask why?”

I leaned up to kiss his jawline before I settled back down on his shoulder.

“I don’t just want to wake up in your bed, Logan. I want to wake up next to you.”

“That can be arranged,” he said.

Logan

I inched my eyes open and looked down at the mass of hair on top of my chest. I drew in a deep breath, taking in the smell of her body. Ava’s arm tightened around me as she shifted, her leg sliding up mine before her toes tucked underneath my calf. I loved it when she did that, just wrapped herself around me as tightly as she could. It stole my breath away, and I made sure to commit every single part of it to memory in that moment.

I started stroking her dark hair. I worked out the knots I’d caused last night, listening as she groaned and whimpered. Her leg stretched out and her hands splayed along my body. I heard her joints crack before she let out a satisfied groan. Slowly and surely, I smoothed her hair out and away from her face, tucking it behind her ear and loosening the knots until all that was left were the shining tresses of her gorgeous locks.

Then, she slowly turned her head and gazed into my eyes.

“Morning,” she said groggily.

“Good morning, beautiful,” I said, grinning.

“Been up long?”

“Just opened my eyes a few minutes ago.”

“What time is it?”

“Does it matter?”

She giggled and pressed her cheek back to my chest as her cute little butt wiggled around. I dropped my hand to it, grasping it tightly and jiggling it for my viewing pleasure. She laughed harder, the sleep clearing from her voice as she slid her way on top of me. The comforter blanketed us as my hands fell to her hips. She straddled me, her tired eyes hanging on to mine as my gaze danced between hers.