Caught Between My Fiancee And His Ex Best Friend

Chapter 5

Amaya

“Adrian?” I called out, kicking the door shut behind me with my heel. My voice carried through the open-plan space that flowed straight into the kitchen.

“In here, baby,” his deep voice rumbled back. I followed it, my heels clicking softly on the hardwood, and found him leaning against the marble island, scrolling on his phone. God, he looked incredible, dark hair tousled, that fitted black t-shirt hugging his broad chest and shoulders, and those gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips in a way that made my mouth water. When he looked up, his hazel eyes sparked with that slow, hungry smile I loved so much.

“Groceries, huh?” He set his phone down and closed the distance in three long strides, taking the bags from my arms and placing them on the counter. His hands lingered on mine, warm and strong. “You didn’t have to do all this, Ammie.”

“I wanted to,” I said, smiling up at him as I tucked a loose strand of my dark wavy hair behind my ear. I’d chosen this soft yellow sundress on purpose, it skimmed my curves and stopped mid-thigh, the kind of thing I knew drove him crazy. “I got that steak you love, fresh asparagus, baby potatoes, and that bottle of red you keep raving about. Figured we could cook together tonight.”

Adrian’s gaze drifted down my body, slow and appreciative, before returning to my face. “You’re too good to me.” He pulled me into a hug, his strong arms banding around my waist. I melted against his chest, inhaling his scent deeply, letting the solid warmth of him chase away the stress of the past weeks. We stayed like that for a long moment, just holding each other, the quiet comfort of it filling the kitchen.

We started unpacking together, falling into that easy rhythm we always had. Adrian grabbed a knife and began chopping vegetables while I seasoned the steak. Our conversation flowed naturally, warm and teasing, laced with the affection that had grown so deep between us.

“How did the meeting with the investors go yesterday? I'm sorry I couldn't go with you,” I pouted, bumping my hip playfully against his as I reached for the olive oil.

He chuckled, the low sound sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. “It was brutal. They kept looping back to quarterly projections even though I’d sent the slides twice. I wanted to tell them to just trust the process, but you know how those suits are.” He slid the cutting board closer and glanced at me, his eyes softening. “I missed hearing your voice for real, though. These past few days have been bad for us, and I'm sorry about it.”

My heart fluttered. I turned toward him, leaning against the counter. “I missed you too. The apartment felt too empty without you.”

Adrian set the knife down and stepped closer, gently crowding me against the island. “Yeah? What else did you miss?” His voice had dropped lower, that husky edge creeping in that always made the heat pool low in my belly.

I bit my lip, feeling my cheeks warm. “Your terrible dance moves in the living room. The way you make my coffee exactly right. And…” I trailed off, my eyes flicking to his mouth.

“And?” He tilted my chin up with two fingers, forcing me to meet his intense gaze.

“The way you touch me,” I whispered.

That was all it took. Adrian’s hand slid down my back, deliberate and slow, until it cupped the full curve of my ass through the thin fabric of my dress. He squeezed, firm, possessive, his fingers digging in just enough to make me gasp. Heat flared instantly between my thighs sharply.

“f**k, Amaya,” he growled, pulling me flush against him. “You walk in here looking like that, talking so sweetly, and you expect me to behave?”

His mouth crashed down on mine before I could respond. The kiss was hungry from the start, our lips parting, tongues sliding hot and urgent together. He tasted like mint and something darker, more primal that made my head spin. I moaned softly into his mouth, my hands fisting in the front of his t-shirt as I kissed him back with everything I had. Adrian angled his head, deepening the kiss even more, devouring me. His tongue stroked mine in long, sensual glides that left my knees weak. He sucked on my lower lip, then nipped it gently, soothing the sting with another slow, wet lick that sent sparks racing through me.

One of his hands stayed on my ass, kneading the soft flesh rhythmically, while the other cradled the back of my neck, holding me exactly where he wanted me. I arched into him, feeling the hard, thick ridge of his c**k pressing insistently against my belly through his sweatpants. I rocked my hips subtly against him, earning a deep groan that vibrated through his chest and straight into me.

We broke apart gasping, foreheads pressed together, our breaths ragged.

“Been thinking about this since I texted you last night,” Adrian admitted, his voice rough with need. He walked me backward until my lower back hit the edge of the island, then lifted me effortlessly onto the cool marble. The groceries were forgotten, a bag of potatoes tipped over, but neither of us cared.

He kissed me again, slower this time, savoring every second. His mouth trailed from my lips to my jaw, then down the sensitive column of my throat. I tilted my head back, giving him full access, my fingers threading through his thick hair. When he reached the neckline of my dress, he tugged it down roughly along with my bra, freeing my breasts to the cool kitchen air. My n*****s pebbled instantly under his heated gaze.

“Beautiful,” he murmured reverently before lowering his head.

Adrian took one dusky n****e into his hot mouth, sucking hard. I cried out sharply, my back arching off the counter. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak in tight, wet circles, licking it thoroughly before he sucked again, hollowing his cheeks with intense pressure. The deep pull sent electric sparks shooting straight to my core, making me throb with need. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same devoted attention, sucking deeply, licking with broad strokes of his tongue, then grazing the stiff peak with his teeth just enough to make me whimper and squirm. His free hand kneaded the breast he wasn’t sucking, his thumb flicking and rolling the wet n****e in perfect rhythm.

“Adrian… oh god,” I panted, my legs parting wider as he stepped fully between them. My hands tightened in his hair, holding him to me.

His other hand slid under the hem of my dress, palm gliding up my inner thigh until his fingers brushed the soaked lace of my panties. He groaned against my breast, the vibration making me shiver. “Already so f*****g wet for me, baby.”

He pushed the lace aside and dragged two thick fingers through my slick folds, spreading my arousal slowly. I shivered hard, my hips jerking forward instinctively. He circled my swollen c**t with teasing slowness, then dipped lower and pushed one long finger inside my tight heat. I clenched around him immediately, a needy moan spilling from my lips.

“So f*****g tight,” he rasped, adding a second finger. He pumped them in and out in a steady, delicious rhythm, curling them upward to stroke that perfect, sensitive spot inside me with every thrust. His thumb found my c**t again, rubbing firm, relentless circles while his mouth continued its assault on my breasts, sucking one n****e deep into his mouth, then the other, alternating until both were swollen, glistening, and aching.

My head fell back, eyes fluttering shut as pleasure built fast inside me. The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers working in and out of my p***y filled the kitchen, mixing with my breathy moans. I could feel my orgasm coiling tighter and tighter in my belly, hot and inevitable.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, grinding down shamelessly on his hand.

Adrian lifted his head, lips shiny and swollen, eyes dark with raw lust. “Not planning on it.” He kissed me hard again, his fingers thrusting faster, deeper, his thumb pressing and circling my c**t with perfect pressure. I came with a sharp, broken cry, my walls pulsing and clenching rhythmically around his fingers. Pleasure crashed over me in waves, my thighs trembling. He worked me through every aftershock, slowing but not stopping until I was whimpering, oversensitive, and gasping his name.

He finally withdrew his fingers and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean while holding my gaze. The sight sent fresh heat flooding between my legs.

I slid off the counter on shaky legs and dropped to my knees right there on the kitchen floor. My hands tugged his sweatpants and boxers down in one eager motion, freeing his thick, hard c**k. It sprang out heavily, long and veined, the flushed head already glistening with pre-c*m. My mouth watered at the sight.

I wrapped my hand around the base and looked up at him through my lashes. “My turn.”

Adrian’s hand tangled gently in my hair as I leaned in. I started with slow, teasing licks along the underside, tracing the thick vein from base all the way to the tip. I swirled my tongue around the sensitive head, savoring the salty taste of him, then sucked just the tip into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks with suction.

“f**k, Amaya,” he groaned, his hips twitching forward.

Encouraged, I took him deeper, relaxing my throat as I bobbed my head. My hand stroked the length I couldn’t fit, twisting gently on the upstroke. I sucked hard on the way up, my tongue flicking rapidly against the underside, then plunged down again until he bumped the back of my throat. Saliva dripped messily down my chin as I worked him with wet, filthy sounds, sucking, licking, humming around his thick length to send vibrations through him.

Adrian’s grip tightened in my hair, guiding but not forcing. “That’s it, baby. Just like that. Your mouth feels so f*****g good.”

I doubled my efforts, taking him as deep as I could, gagging softly when he hit the back of my throat but refusing to pull away. One of my hands cupped his heavy balls, massaging them gently while I sucked him with fervent hunger. His thighs tensed, his breaths coming in harsh, ragged pants.

“Gonna come if you keep that up,” he warned, voice strained with pleasure.

I pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva still connecting my swollen lips to his glistening c**k. “Not yet,” I whispered, voice husky. “I want you inside me.”

Adrian hauled me up and spun me around so fast it made my head spin. He bent me over the kitchen island, yanking my dress up to my waist and ripping my panties down my legs in one rough motion. The cool air hit my soaked, throbbing p***y, making me shiver with anticipation.

He rubbed the thick head of his c**k through my slick folds, teasing my entrance torturously. “Tell me you want it.”

“I want you,” I moaned desperately, pushing back against him. “f**k me, Adrian. Please.”

He thrust into me with one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt. I cried out at the delicious stretch, the overwhelming fullness. He gave me only a moment to adjust before he started moving, long, deep, punishing strokes that had my breasts pressed flat against the cool marble, my sensitive n*****s dragging with every thrust.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed loudly through the kitchen. Adrian’s hands gripped my hips hard enough to leave marks as he pounded into me relentlessly. He leaned over my back, one hand reaching around to rub my c**t again in tight circles while the other squeezed and kneaded my breast, pinching the n****e.

“You feel so good,” he growled hotly against my ear. “So wet and tight. Made for me.”

I pushed back to meet every thrust, completely lost in the pleasure. He adjusted the angle slightly, hitting that perfect spot inside me with every powerful stroke. Another orgasm built fast and intense, coiling deep in my core.

“Come for me again,” he commanded, his fingers flying over my c**t. “I want to feel you milking my cock.”

I shattered with a loud scream, my walls clamping down around him in rhythmic pulses. Pleasure exploded through me, wave after wave. Adrian groaned deeply, thrusting through my release, chasing his own. A few more hard, deep strokes and he buried himself to the hilt, spilling inside me with a guttural moan, his hips jerking as he filled me completely.

We stayed locked together like that for a long moment, panting, his body draped warmly over mine. Eventually he pulled out slowly, turning me to face him. He kissed me softly this time, tender, lingering, full of affection.

“Best dinner prep ever,” he murmured against my lips, a lazy, satisfied smile spreading across his face.

I laughed breathlessly, my legs still shaky beneath me. “We’re never going to get that steak cooked at this rate.”

Adrian lifted me back onto the counter, stepping between my thighs again. His eyes were already darkening with renewed hunger. “Who needs steak when I’ve got dessert right here?”

The groceries stayed forgotten on the counter as he kissed me once more, the kitchen filling again with the sounds of our desire.