Best Friends Awakening 2
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I swallowed. “Riley, we can’t…”
But my hips rocked forward against her thigh anyway. She smiled, slow and sure, and pressed harder. The seam of her shorts rubbed right against my aching spot. Sparks jumped between us. Her control felt total, and a secret part of me gave in.
“Tell me to stop,” she breathed against my lips. Her mouth hovered so close I could taste her warm breath. “Say it and I walk away. We pretend this never happened.”
My mouth opened, but nothing came out. A small, frustrated sound escaped instead…the sound of months of hidden wanting finally breaking free. Riley’s eyes lit up with victory and something gentler, almost loving.
She caught my bottom lip between her teeth and tugged softly.
“Good girl,” she murmured. The words sent heat straight down my spine. Her hand slipped under my shirt. Cool fingers met my hot skin. She cupped my breast and rolled my n****e between her fingers until I gasped.
Behind me, the pasta water boiled over and hissed on the stove.I reached to switch off the stove,Riley’s thigh kept rocking between my legs in slow, maddening strokes. I grew wetter, soaking through my panties.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, Alex,” she promised, voice thick. “Better than any boy ever could. But first… I want to hear you say it.”
She pinched my n****e just hard enough to make me whimper. My forehead dropped against hers. The bright kitchen light showed every tremble, every mix of fear and hunger on my face.
“Say you want me,” she whispered, lips brushing mine. “Say you’ve been aching for this too.”
My hands finally left the counter. I gripped her waist, fingers digging into her warm, bare skin above those tiny shorts. Her scent…sex, sweat, vanilla…filled my head and made my thoughts fuzzy.
Anger flared inside me. At her for pushing. At myself for melting so fast.
“I… I’ve thought about you,” I admitted, voice shaking. “Late at night. When you walked around in just a towel. I got so wet afterward… and then I felt disgusting.”
Riley’s breath hitched. Her blue eyes darkened. Triumph. Hunger. And something warm that made my chest tight.
She kisses me again
Not gentle, this time Her mouth claimed mine. Her tongue pushed into my mouth . She tasted like cherry gloss and faint salt. I moaned into her, the sound needy and embarrassing. My hands slid under her crop top, feeling her smooth back still a little damp from earlier. The thought of that guy’s c*m possibly still inside her sent a twist of jealousy and dirty heat through me.
Riley pulled back and bit my lip again. “Good girl. Was that so hard?”
She shoved my shirt up fast, yanking my singlet down. My breasts spilled out into the cool air. Her hot mouth closed around one n****e. She sucked hard, tongue flicking, teeth grazing. My back arched. A broken whimper left my throat.
“Riley…fuck…”
She switched to the other n****e, sucking and pulling. One hand slid down my stomach and pushed into my sweatpants. Her fingers cupped my soaked panties, pressing the wet fabric between my folds.
“Jesus, Alex,” she groaned against my breast. “You’re dripping. All this for me?”
Shame heated my cheeks. I tried to close my legs, but her thigh kept them open. She rubbed two fingers up and down my slit through the drenched cotton, teasing my c**t each time. The pressure built fast. My hips jerked, chasing her touch.
“Don’t fight it,” she said, kissing up my neck. Her lips left warm, wet marks. “I’ve wanted to taste this p***y for so long. Let me have it.”
She tugged my sweatpants and panties down in one rough pull. They fell to my knees . I stepped out, legs shaky. Now I stood half-naked in our kitchen while she stayed in her tiny shorts and crop top. The difference made fresh wetness trickle down my thigh.
Riley dropped to her knees.
She hooked one of my legs over her shoulder, opening me wide. Her hot breath brushed my aching p***y. I looked down. Her eyes locked on mine, lips inches from my dripping folds. The sight made my stomach flip with fear and lust. This was Riley…my best friend…on her knees, hungry for me.
“Please…” The word slipped out.
She smiled, wicked and soft. “Say my name when you come.”
Then her mouth was on me.
Her tongue dragged slowly from my entrance up to my c**t, licking every drop. She moaned loud. The vibration shot through me. I grabbed her hair tight. My hips bucked.
“f**k…Riley…”
She licked faster. She sucked my c**t between her lips and flicked her tongue hard. Two fingers pushed inside me, curling against that perfect spot. Wet, filthy sounds filled the kitchen as she pumped them in and out. I was so wet it ran down her hand.
“You’re tighter than I imagined,” she groaned, adding a third finger. The stretch felt so good it burned. “Squeezing me so hard. You gonna come on my tongue, baby?”
I couldn’t speak. My thighs shook. Heat coiled tight in my belly. Every thrust of her fingers, every suck on my c**t pushed me closer. She f****d me harder with her hand, mouth never stopping.
Anger flashed through me again…anger that she could break me so easily. But it only made everything hotter.
Riley looked up at me, lips shiny with my juices. “Come for me, Alex. Let go.”
She sucked my c**t hard and curled her fingers just right.
I shattered.
The orgasm hit like a wave. My legs almost gave out. I cried her name loud, hips grinding against her face. My p***y clenched around her fingers again and again, gushing down her wrist. She kept licking, drawing out every shake until I whimpered, too sensitive, tears in my eyes.
Only then did she pull back. She kissed my trembling thigh softly.
Riley stood up slow, pressing her body to mine. Her fingers, still wet with my c*m, traced my lips. I opened and tasted myself when she slid them in.
“Good girl,” she whispered, voice rough. Her n*****s poked hard against her top. A wet spot showed on the front of her shorts. “But we’re not done.”
My chest rose and fell fast. Fear and new desire mixed inside me. What had we done? Could we go back?
She kissed me deep, letting me taste my own p***y on her tongue. Her hand cupped my sensitive p***y possessively.
“I’m going to f**k you properly tonight,” she said against my mouth. “On my bed. Where I f****d him earlier. I want you to smell me. Smell us.”
My c**t throbbed again at her words.
Then keys rattled in the front door.
We froze.
“s**t,” Riley whispered, eyes wide with shock and dark excitement.
Her fingers were still between my legs. My pants lay on the floor. My breasts were bare. Footsteps came closer down the hall.
My heart slammed. Riley’s eyes met mine. A slow, daring smile curved her lips.
“Stay quiet,” she breathed, pressing a finger to my lips.
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