Keeping My Best Friend (Fated #5)

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Keeping
my Best Friend

Hazel
Kelly

 

©
2015 Hazel Kelly

 

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rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, transmitted, copied,
or stored in any form or by any means without permission of the author. Your
support of the author’s rights is appreciated. 

 

All
characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons is
purely coincidental.

 

 

“All I have is yours

All you see is mine

And I’m glad to hold you in
my arms

I’d have you anytime”

 

-I’d Have You Anytime, George Harrison

Chapter 1: Lucy

 

 

I couldn’t believe he was talking to me like that, telling me
what to do. More than that, I couldn’t believe I liked it.

No one had ever spoken to me that way and honestly, if it had
been anyone else, I don’t think I would’ve played along so willingly. But it
was Aiden. I trusted him. Plus, his assertiveness was so surprising that it
took my mind off the fact that he was my friend, that things were never
supposed to go this far.

And in that moment, I couldn’t have resisted him any better than
I could’ve refused him.

So without overthinking it too much, I got down on my knees.

He looked like a man possessed as he removed his jacket, throwing
it over a chair without looking away from me. Then his hands went to his belt.

Watching him slide the strap through the buckle made me feel
lightheaded, like the anticipation of having him might make me faint.

When his hands went for his zipper, I stopped him. “Wait,” I
said, putting my hands on his thighs. “I’ll take it from here.”

His chest fell as he exhaled.

I ran my hands up his muscular legs, watching the bulge in his
pants grow as I unfastened the clasp at the top. Then I looked up at him and
lowered his zipper slowly.  

His face was full of angst, like every moment was torturous for
him, and it felt amazing to have that kind of power over such a sexy,
headstrong man. After all, as much fun as it was to lose control with him, I
relished having it just as much.

I tucked my fingers in the waistband of his pants and boxers and
pulled them down. His dick was straining inside them so much it was an effort
to pull the layers over it.

When I had his pants around his ankles, I looked back up at him,
trying to act nonchalant about the throbbing cock between us. “Why don’t you
sit back and relax?”

He let out the breath he was holding. “I thought you’d never
ask.”

He sat back on the edge of the bed and I untied his laces before
grabbing the heel of each shoe and pulling them off one at a time. Then I
pulled his pants and boxers off his feet and tossed them to the side so I could
scoot between his legs.

He watched me from his sitting position on the bed with an
intensity that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. It was a
struggle to keep his impatience from letting me get ahead of myself, but I
didn’t want to rush something I’d been so looking forward to.

I moved between his legs and laid my palms against the inside of
his calves. The feel of the hair on his legs over his muscles awakened
something primal in me, and I was overcome with the urge to see more of him on
display. “Take off your shirt,” I said, sliding my hands towards his knees.

He undid his tie faster than I thought was possible and
unbuttoned the top of his shirt just enough so that he could pull it over his
head. “Better?” he asked, his stomach muscles rippling up his sides as he
spoke.

“Much,” I said, sliding my hands up his thighs.

His cock was so hard and straight that if I didn’t have my heart
set on tasting him, I would’ve jumped right on it, but I owed him one and I
intended to repay my debt.

I leaned down and kissed the inside of his thigh, causing his
whole body to tense up in anticipation. Then I did it again. But it was a game
I couldn’t keep playing. At this point, even I could feel his body begging for
it.

I grabbed his dick in one hand and his balls with the other,
squeezing both gently as my breath quickened. Then I held his dick up against
his stomach and licked my lips as I lowered my mouth to his balls.

First I stuck my tongue out and licked him once, but on the
second pass, I sucked one of his balls into my mouth, massaging it with my lips
as I rubbed my tongue against it.

Aiden let out a moan that made it sound like I was torturing him,
but I could tell he was enjoying it. As I continued sucking his balls, I slipped
the fingers of my free hand behind them and applied gentle pressure until he groaned
again, giving away the fact that he understood who was in control.

Confident that his defenses were down, I let his balls slip from
my lips and turned my attention to his dick before it got too jealous, wrapping
my lips around his head and letting my mouth water over him as I grabbed him
with two hands.

Aiden stuck his arms out behind him and leaned back, looking so
high he could barely keep his eyes open.

That’s when I decided it was time to close mine and let my mouth
do the talking. I slid down onto him as far as I could go until he hit the back
of my throat. Once I knew what I was working with, I began bobbing my head up
and down, squeezing my lips around him as hard as I could. It wasn’t long
before my jaw was sore from being stretched so wide, and I wondered how long I
could keep it up.

But then I felt a surge flow through him, and it gave me the
boost I needed to tighten my grip and move faster.

Suddenly, he growled and grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling
it just hard enough that it made me wet.

“I’m gonna come,” he breathed, twisting my hair in his hand.

A moment later, my mouth was flooded with his warm come, and I
swallowed it down as best I could, my eyes squeezed tight so I could
concentrate on drinking him in.

When he let go of my hair, I opened my eyes in time to see him
put his hand back behind him. And when I raised my eyes towards his face, I
realized he was watching me suck him dry.

I backed my mouth up off his dick and lowered my head for a
moment so my hair would hide me wiping my mouth on the back of my hand. Then I
looked up at him from between his legs.

There was a drunken look in his eyes. “Jesus, Lucy.”

“What?”

“Where the hell did you learn to do that?”

I smiled. “I don’t know,” I said. “I guess I just figure if you’re
going to do something, you might as well give it your all.”

“Fucking hell,” he said, falling back on the bed.

I stared at his dick in front of me for a second, smug that he
was spent but hoping it was temporary because I was so worked up I only had one
thing on my mind. I got to my feet and looked down at him lying on the bed, his
arms outstretched above him. He looked like a goddam underwear model, without
the underwear, of course.

When he noticed me standing over him, he propped himself up on
his elbows. “Fuck me.”

“I’m glad you’re happy,” I said. “I aim to please.”

“No,” he said. “Fuck me.”

I swallowed.

“Take off your underwear,” he said.

I kicked my shoes to the side and pulled it down to my ankles.

Aiden sat up. “Now turn around.”

I did as he said.

He wrapped his hands around my things and pulled me towards him
until I was standing back between his legs, his dick wet against the back of my
thigh. Then I felt one of his hands push my hair over my shoulder as the other
found the top of my zipper.

I knew it was inevitable that he would want to see me naked. But
despite the fact that he’d already seen almost everything, I was nervous.

And he lowered my zipper so slowly I felt even more exposed than
if he’d done it in one foul swoop. By the time he reached the bottom, my heart
was beating through my chest.

But this was it.

There was no going back.

 

Chapter 2: Aiden

 

 

I was still hard enough to fuck her.

How I don’t know considering the hall of fame fucking legendary
blow job she’d just given me, but I fully intended to reward her for it.

After all, it seemed a shame to let my dick get cold when there
was a warm pussy right in front of me. Plus, I could tell from the look on her
face that she needed to get fucked and she needed it now.

And I wasn’t about to let her down.

She got a chill when her zipper was halfway down and I smiled,
eager to make her shudder again. When it was all the way down, I pushed one
hand under the singular shoulder of her dress and slid it down her arm.

She pulled her arm in front of her and took her sleeve off the
rest of the way, crossing her arms across her chest. If she was cold, she
wouldn’t be for long. I slipped her dress over her hips and let it fall to the
floor at our feet. Finally, I undid the hooks of her strapless bra, causing it to
spring off and drop to the floor.

She looked over her shoulder at me, her shiny, black hair
falling down her back.

I put one hand on her waist and grabbed my dick with the other,
pressing it against her wet snatch. Then I put my other hand on her waist and
pulled her down on to me.

She sighed as she sank down on my dick, and as I disappeared
into her round ass, I inhaled through clenched teeth at how tight she felt.

When I was all the way in, I slid my hands up to her chest and
cupped her voluptuous breasts, tweaking her nipples a little harder than I
meant to. “Put your legs over mine,” I said, eager to feel her full weight on
my cock.

She did as I said, hooking her legs over mine and leaning chest
first into my hands. She was so gorgeous, even from behind. I swear it was the
first time I’d ever thought about coming on a woman’s back.

But nothing could’ve made me pull out of her then.

I grabbed Lucy’s waist and lifted her up my dick before forcing
her back down on me. When she reached the base of my shaft, she let out a
little cry and it made me want to do it again.

So I did.

And I didn’t stop. I just bounced her on my dick like the tight
little temptress that she was, clenching my jaw as she pulsed around me. I let
my head fall back and closed my eyes, feeling nothing but the friction between
us and hearing nothing but the sound of her punctuated gasps as I fucked her.

Then something made me stop.

I was going to come again. I couldn’t believe it. But I didn’t
want to come like this. I needed to turn her around. I wanted to see her face
when I made her come even harder than I had with my tongue.

I reached around with one hand and found her swollen clit. It
was hot to the touch as I massaged it against my dick, altering my speed to
match the rhythm of her breath.

“Aiden,” she whispered, her back arching in front of me. “I’m
gonna come.”

“Not yet,” I said, pulling my hand away so I could lift her off
my dick.

I spun her around to face me without letting go in case she
wasn’t steady on her feet. Then I pulled her onto the bed beside me. By how
easily she went down, a gentle breeze would’ve done it.

Her dark hair was splayed across the comforter and her cheeks were
bright red. She looked at me through sleepy eyes as I climbed on top of her,
spreading her legs with my hand to make room for my cock.

Then I pushed inside her again, keeping my eyes on her parted
lips.

Her hips rose off the bed, grinding against my dick like they
had a mind of her own as I buried myself inside her, letting her pussy milk my
dick.

“I’m going to come,” she said, writhing underneath me.

I churned my hips against hers, watching her eyes glaze over and
her mouth fall open. A moment later, her head fell back and her chin jerked
towards the ceiling. As she spasmed beneath me, I picked up the pace, fucking
her straight through her orgasm so it wouldn’t stop while I got mine.

Her face twisted and her tits bounced in front of me as my wet
balls slapped against her until finally I came hard, thrusting deep inside her
and holding myself there, relishing the way she clenched around me as I emptied
myself inside her again.

I was still over her when she opened her eyes and let a lazy
smile spread across her face.

“I can’t believe we never did this earlier,” she panted.

“I know.”

“What the hell were we doing instead?”

“Other people,” I said.

She shook her head. “Mistakes.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

I stayed inside her as I rolled on to my side, taking her with
me so we were facing each other on the bed. My eyes wandered to the dip of her
waist between her hips and her shoulders. “I can’t believe you’ve been hiding
that body from me all these years,” I said. “You should be ashamed of
yourself.”

“I can’t believe I didn’t know what a bossy pants you were in
the bedroom until now.”

“Could we not use words like bossy pants when I’m still inside
you?”

“Sorry.”

“Was it too much though?”

“What?”

“Telling you what to do like that. I just got excited, and I
know how long it takes you to make decisions.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

I smiled. “If I waited for you to decide what we should do
first, we’d probably still be making a pros and cons list.”

“That is not fair.”

“It’s completely fair.”

“Just cause I like to be organized, doesn’t mean I putz around
in the bedroom,” she said.

“I wish I could say I was sorry.”

“But you’re not?”

“No,” I said. “As soon as we came in here, I couldn’t stop
looking at your mouth.”

“And wishing it would stop moving?”

“No. Thinking it would look better with my dick in it.”

She rolled her eyes. “You are the worst.”

I pulled my hips back until I’d slid out of her. Then I reached
behind me and grabbed the edge of the thick comforter we were lying on and
pulled it over us so we were essentially wrapped in the world’s most expensive
sleeping bag.

“Well, I may be the worst,” I said, looking in her eyes. “But
you might be the best.”

“You don’t have to say that just because-”

“I’m not just saying it,” I said. “I feel like a virgin again.”

She laughed. “Your first time must’ve been a lot better than
mine.”

“Seriously, I feel like you’ve introduced me to something completely
new.”

She rolled her eyes.

“I mean it. And it’s absolutely fine with me if you don’t
realize how special you are.”

“Why’s that?”

“Cause there’s nothing I’m finding more fun lately than trying
to convince you.”

“So putting whether or not I’m a sex goddess to the side, did
you have a nice day overall?”

“I had a fantastic day, Lucy.”

“Good.”

“And you were the best part,” I said. “And putting aside how big
of an ass I was when I picked you up this morning, did you have a nice time?”

“I had a positively orgasmic time,” she said.

“I hope you don’t mind if I take that personally.”

She smiled. “Of course not. You should.”

“Got any plans for tomorrow?” I asked.

“Besides waking up next to you?”

“Yeah.”

“Not really.”

“Wanna do something?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “Like this again?”

“Only if I didn’t wear you out too much tonight,” she said. “I
know how delicate you are.”

I smiled. “You are going to be so sorry you said that.”

 

 

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