Best Friend's Ex Box Set

“You’ve obviously never lived with high school girls,” I said with a grim grin.

“No, that’s true, I never have,” he smiled a bit. “Maybe we should recruit them into the military as stealth fighters?”

I laughed out loud at the thought of the privileged girls from my boarding school having to rough it in the Iraqi desert. The image of spoiled girls knee-deep in sand and denied their luxuries pushed my laughter into high gear, and soon I was shaking in Brian’s arms as I imagined the way they would respond to being told what to do or how to do it. Brian looked down at me with concern as my laughter morphed into tears, and then pulled me close and held me tightly as the pain leaked from my eyes.

“You’re okay, Ava,” he whispered. “You’re going to be okay.”

“You don’t know that,” I wept. “You really have no idea what Dominic is capable of. He’s evil, Brian. He’s really, truly evil.”

Brian reached down and placed his fingers under my chin so he could tip my face up. With his thumb, he wiped the tears from my cheek and then bent down and lightly kissed the tip of my nose.

“I promise that I will not let him ever hurt you,” he vowed in a solemn voice. “No one will ever hurt you again, Ava.”

“Don’t make promises that you can’t keep,” I fiercely whispered.

“I don’t ever make promises I can’t keep,” was his equally fierce reply.

*****

I stared up at him as I considered his promise. No one had ever promised anything like that, and I was torn between wanting to believe him and wanting to ensure that I wouldn’t be disappointed when he ultimately broke his promise. Despite his willingness to give me all the space I needed and to also be there when the space turned into a dangerous situation, I still didn’t fully trust him. If I was honest, I didn’t trust anyone; not even myself. I wanted to believe Brian when he said he’d keep me safe. I wanted to believe that he’d figure out a way to keep Dominic at bay. But most of all I wanted to believe that what we felt right here and now was real, and that I wasn’t the only one who felt it.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he continued to stroke my cheek with his fingertips. “I can’t look away.”

I closed my eyes and sighed as he spoke. I wanted to believe him, but good sense told me that it wasn’t possible for him to be that invested this quickly. I shook my head to clear out the negative thoughts as I felt Brian slipping his fingers into my hair and gently comb through my thick tresses as he bent forward to lightly kiss my forehead. There was something so soft and simple in his actions, and I melted a little as he slipped his hand around the back of my head and pulled me up toward him so that he could brush his lips across mine. He lightly flicked his tongue against my lower lip as he wrapped his other arm around my waist and pulled me tightly against his broad chest.

“I can’t…” I whispered.

“Can’t what?” he breathed into my lips as his fingers played with the loose strands of hair framing my face.

“I can’t do this, Brian,” I almost moaned as he bent his head and left a trail of kisses across my neck before heading farther south.

“Yes, you can, Ava,” he encouraged as he flicked the tops of my breasts with his tongue before slipping a hand under my T-shirt and running it up the side of my body. I shivered as I felt his fingers dipping into my bra and pinching my nipples into erect points that radiated electrical impulses straight to my clit. With one hand he reached around and unhooked my bra, and I moaned softly as he quickly pulled both it and my T-shirt up over my head before bending forward to capture one nipple between his lips.

There was nothing hurried about the way he focused on licking and sucking first one nipple and then the other, and I tried to relax and enjoy the sensual collision of his desire and my need. I reached down and pulled up on the hem of his T-shirt, and he quickly pulled it off, exposing his broad, hairless chest, and I leaned forward to taste his skin. It was smooth and salty and I heard a low groan escape his lips as I left a reciprocal path of fire from one shoulder to the other.

Brian grasped a fistful of my hair and pulled down so that I was forced to look up into his deep blue eyes before he crushed his lips against mine as we tried to release our desire into each other’s mouths. Our tongues probed between each other’s lips as they touched and tangled in a passionate dance that only served to heighten our need. I moaned as I forced my tongue between his lips, and I grabbed one of his hands and tried to force it between my legs. He chuckled into my lips as he pulled his hand back and continued stroking my breasts.

“Why not?” I asked in a raspy voice, full of desire.

“Because I don’t think you want it enough,” he whispered into my chest before he returned to sucking one of my engorged nipples.

“What in the hell does that mean?” I moaned. “How much more do I have to want it?”

“A whole lot more,” he replied quietly. “I want you to beg for what you want. I want it to be the only thing you can think of; the only thing your mind can focus on.”

“How do you know it isn’t already?” I asked in desperate voice.

“Because you’re still talking to me,” he smiled as he returned to the task of torturing my breasts. I groaned as he sucked harder, and then let out a small scream as he lightly bit down on the skin su

rrounding my swollen nipple. It hurt, and yet the pain coursed through my body in waves of pleasure that I’d never felt before. I felt weak, so when Brian stood up and scooped me off of the couch and carried me to the bed, I was powerless to resist.

He laid me gently on the mattress and set about removing the rest of my clothing before he sat back and let his eyes wander over my exposed body. He’d heightened my desire to such a level that I didn’t feel any shame or embarrassment as he sat staring at me before reaching out and touching my skin. He ran his fingers lightly down my body from my head to my toes and then back up again. The featherlike touch sent shivers up my spine, causing me to raise my hips to try and direct his fingers to touch the aching place between my thighs. What I wanted most was to feel him sink into the wet, velvety folds and stroke my inner walls with his strong, thick cock, but he resisted all of my attempts to find relief.

Instead, he bent over me and lightly kissed my lips before he began to trail his tongue across the tops of my shoulders.

It was agonizing the way he teased and then stopped to watch my face, and although I cried and begged him to take me, he made it clear that the rhythm and timing of his slow descent was his and his alone. He had lost himself in the pleasure of exploring my body and I was helpless to stop him. The stroking fingers, the light caress of his lips, the pain followed by pleasure all combined to drive me to the outer edges of my own desire, and by the time he’d descended to the cleft between my legs, I’d ceased to notice exactly where he was giving me pleasure, and when he slipped his fingers between my engorged lower lips and splayed them open so that he could dip his tongue into my wetness, I thought I would lose consciousness.

“Oh God,” I groaned as my hips bucked upward of their own volition. “Oh God! Oh God, yes!”