Chapter Two: A Night With My Best Friend end

Lia's POV

The silence in the room after that voice note finished was choking, i could barely breathe. My heart was thumping against my ribs like it wanted to jump out of my chest. Susan just stared at me, her eyes wide and a nasty little smirk on her face.

"Well," she whispered, popping her gum and shaking her head. "The secret is out now, Lia. He heard you loud and clear. That moan was a whole confession on its own."

I snatched the phone back, my hands shaking so hard I almost dropped it. I looked at the screen.

Mike: I didn't know you were doing that while thinking of me. I'm coming over. Don't you dare lock the door.

My breath hitched. This was it. For two freaking years, I played the "best friend" role, laughing while I was dying inside every time he talked about his girlfriend. I had built up so many walls, pretending I didn't want him, but that one accidental click, that recording of me getting off to his voice, just knocked everything down.

"He's coming," I said, feeling terrified and so turned on I could barely stand straight.

"Good," Susan said, grabbing her traveling box and headed for the door. "I’m out. I’ll stay at a hotel or find someone to crash with. Use the bed, use the floor, just don't be boring. See ya, bitchy!"

She winked and slipped out, leaving me alone in the quiet room with the smell of my own scent and the racing thought of Mike walking through that door.

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I stood in front of the mirror, my legs feeling like jelly. I looked at my body, my huge boobs, my curvy shape, the way the sexy silk gown hung off my hips. I looked like a fucking damsel, and I knew no man could resist this. I adjusted the straps, my nipples rubbing against the fabric, making me gasp. They were so hard and sensitive, aching for him to touch them.

The sound of his car pulled up outside. My heart skipped. Then came the heavy footsteps on the stairs that I knew by heart. He didn't knock. He never did. He just pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Mike.

He looked so good it actually hurt to look at him. He had on a tight black tee that showed off every muscle in his chest and arms. His eyes were dark, way darker and hungrier than I’d ever seen them. He didn't say a word. He just stood there, locking the door behind him, looking me up and down like he was about to devour me.

"Lia," he growled, his voice deep and raspy.

"Mike... about the voice note... I didn't mean to send..." I started, but my voice failed me as he stepped into my space.

He didn't let me finish. He grabbed my waist, his large hands digging into my skin, and pulled me flush against him. I could feel his huge, hard dick pressing right against my pussy through his jeans and my thin gown. The heat coming off him was insane.

"Don't lie to me now," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "You want me. You’ve been wanting this for two years. I heard how you sounded, Lia. You sounded like you were begging for it."

He didn't wait for an answer. He smashed his lips onto mine, ripping a moan right out of my throat. It wasn't a sweet kiss; it was pure hunger. His tongue forced its way into my mouth, tasting like mint and raw desire. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he groaned, lifting me up effortlessly and carrying me to the bed.

He tossed me down on the mattress and was on top of me in a second. He grabbed the hem of my gown and ripped it upward, exposing my body to his greedy eyes. He didn't waste any time. He moved his head down, his mouth finding my nipple and sucking it so hard I arched my back, screaming his name.

His hand slid down, his fingers diving into my wetness. "Fuck, Lia, you’re soaking," he muttered, his thumb rubbing my clitoris exactly how I had been doing earlier, but a thousand times better. I was shaking, my head hitting the pillow as he worked his fingers inside me, stretching me out and getting me ready for him.

He stripped his pants off with a frantic energy, kicking them to the floor. When I saw him fully, my breath caught. He was huge, thick, and throbbing. Before I could even catch my breath, he gripped my thighs, spreading them wide, and pushed his dick inside me in one heavy thrust.

"Oh my god, Mike!" I gasped, my eyes rolling back into my head. He filled me up completely, stretching me in a way that felt so right and so wrong at the same time. 

He didn't go slow. He started slamming into me, his rhythm raw and fast. The sound of our skin slapping together and the bed creaking filled the room. Every time he pushed deep, he hit my spot, making my toes curl and my vision go blurry. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down so I could bite his shoulder to keep from screaming too loud.

"Say it," he panted, his sweat dripping onto my chest as he went even harder. "Say whose pussy this is."

"Yours," I sobbed out, the pleasure building up so tight in my stomach I thought I would explode. "It’s yours, Mike. Please, don't stop. Fuck me harder!"

He gripped my hips, his fingers leaving bruises as he hammered into me. I could feel my walls clamping down on his dick, and the sensation was too much. I looked down and saw him sliding in and out of me, wet and messy, and that view pushed me over the edge.

I felt that familiar heat explode inside me. I shook uncontrollably, my muscles tight as I squirted all over him, my voice cracking as I screamed his name. He let out a loud, guttural groan, his body tensing up as he buried himself as deep as he could go, filling me with his warmth. He held me so tight, his heart racing against mine, as we both tried to breathe.

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Later, we were just laying there in the dark, tangled in the messy sheets. The room smelled like sex and sweat, and I felt completely drained. Mike was drawing circles on my hip, his chest still heaving slightly.

"What now?" I asked softly, looking at him. The guilt was trying to creep in, thinking about his girlfriend, but looking at him, I couldn't regret it.

He turned to me, his eyes softening as he kissed my forehead. "Now? Now everything changes. I told you, I'm not letting you go back to being just a friend. I don't care who knows. You’re mine now, Lia. Tonight was just the start."

I closed my eyes, feeling a weird sense of peace. Susan was right, we only live once. It was messy, it wasn't pure, but as I laid there with Mike’s arms around me, I knew I had finally gotten exactly what I wanted. I had borrowed him for a day, but I was already planning on keeping him forever.