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Yas POV
“Stop it!, Stop it, Dian!.” I laughed as I ran away from my best friend who was currently splashing water at me from a water pipe.
I groaned, My clothes were all wet now.
“You started it first you know.” He smiled, showing his perfect canine teeth, then shook off the water from his long dark hair.
His hair is so soft. Several times I imagined my hands going through his hair and gripping it as he eats up my pussy.
I shook my head frustratingly. Not this thought again, I have been dreaming of fucking Dian for almost a month now, ever since I accidentally stumbled on him while he was butt naked.
I know it isn’t right, He’s been my best friend for two years now.
We met final year of high school, and now we are in college and those two years, I had never really thought of him sexually until last month.
It started as just merely admiring him, then eventually I began to have wet dreams about him, and they were slowly affecting me because when I look at him, all I can think of is fucking him.
I even got a boyfriend to help me get over the sinful lust I feel but it didn’t help, even when I’m fucking my boyfriend, my thoughts still drift to Dian. I want him inside of me so badly.
I felt a pool of wetness between my legs, my nipples were already hard poking through my now transparent top.
I tried using my hands to cover my chest region but Dian was staring directly at my nipples already.
After a good look, He cleared his throat and looked away.
I chuckled awkwardly and walked inside shyly.
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I took a cold shower to feel better but it didn’t work, I was so horny, all because of Dian!.
I groaned as I lay on the bed with one of my legs raised, I rubbed my clit gently and slowly while caressing my hard nipples.
I stroked my clit harder then inserted two fingers into my pussy, I pushed it in deeper and started pumping faster, tweaking and pinching my nipples at the same time.
Dian’s hot body image appeared in my head as I kept finger-fucking myself harder and faster.
“Oh Dian,” I moaned out his name as my toes curled, and then I felt the squirt splash all over my sheets.
I lay there exhausted as I rubbed my hands over my face.
I needed more, I desperately need a dick inside of me. I decided to call my mutual sex partner, Trent, to come over.
I wore my clothes and then dialed his number, but it was switched off,
“the fuck! not now.” I groaned, throwing the phone onto the bed in frustration, then plodded into the kitchen to get a cup of water.
My breath seized when my eyes met Dian playing video games in the parlor, shirtless with only his briefs on. I guess he was sleeping over.
I allowed my eyes shamelessly to roam around his sexy body and I felt that tingling sensation spread through my body. I was horny again.
I gulped forcefully in an attempt to control myself and walked over to him with the glass of water in my hand.
“You sleeping over?” I asked, alerting him of my presence.
Then he turned around abruptly,
“Yeah, I forgot my keys and my roommate is out. I just decided I will crash the night here instead, cool with you?” He asked.
I nodded sipping my water, the heat was spreading all over my body, and my nipples were extra hard now. I literally couldn’t take it anymore.
"Are you okay, Yas? Your face is a little red?" Dian asked with concern as he pointed to my face.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I will just drop this glass and go inside," I said, placing the glass on the kitchen counter and walking back to my room.
I lay on my bed and tried forcing myself to sleep for a while, but it wasn't possible, after much effort, I gave up and got up again.
I tiptoed to the parlor, Dian was already asleep. I squatted in front of him and let my eyes roam over his body. I know I looked like a freaking stalker right now, but I didn’t have any shame right now, the need was too much.
My fingers traced his abs down to his waist, I went further and then placed one of my palms on his dick, it was slightly hard, even from his briefs and I could tell it was huge.
I couldn't help myself, so I started massaging it slowly, enjoying the feel on my palm.
Suddenly his eyes fluttered open as he gave out a little groan, “Yas..”
Fuck! He's awake.
Wesley POV The new apartment was so white.That was the first thing I noticed when I walked in- tall white walls with some gray furniture. The room also had some white decor and a big bed placed right in the center.I stood in the middle of the living room, my duffel bag still slung over my shoulder.I flexed my shoulders as I tried to convince myself I was fine.But it was a lie. My chest hurt like i was just stabbed. I felt all emotions, all of it pressing into my chest like a weight I couldn't drop. I didn't know what to do with any of it.Two weeks.It had only been two weeks since I walked out of my father's office, since I signed the transfer papers. Two weeks since I stopped being a football player…Since I stopped being the guy who kissed Bowie Reyes under string lights and meant it.Two weeks. And I already felt like I was drowning. The transfer had gone through faster than I expected. My father's influence, probably. A phone call here, a signature there,
Bowie POV~A week later. It was finally my birthday.I woke up to my mom singing off-key from the kitchen, the smell of pancakes drifting up the stairs, and a hollow ache in my chest that I couldn't shake.I was turning nineteen years old today, and the only thing I wanted for my birthday was a boy who wouldn't answer my calls.I forced myself to smile through breakfast. Opened the gifts my parents got me and thanked them, hugged them and kissed their cheeks.And then I went back to my room and closed the door.I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, my phone resting on my chest. No new messages. No missed calls. Just the same silence I had been living in for three weeks.I missed him so much it hurt physically.I missed the way he laughed, the way his hand felt in mine, the way he said my name like it meant something. I missed the weight of his arm across my waist at night, the sound of his breathing in the dark, the way he kissed me like he was memorizing the shape of my li
Bowie POV It had been two weeks since that very day, that day he sent me a text telling me to get all ready for a surprise… that was the last time I heard from Wesley.The first week, I gave him space.That's what I told myself, anyway. That something had come up, just like he said in the last text he sent.I told myself that he would explain when he was ready. The Wesley who held my hand on the Ferris wheel, who told me he loved me in the shower with water streaming down his face, who looked at me like I was the only thing worth seeing… that Wesley wouldn't just disappear without a reason.So I waited.I checked my phone every few minutes, while still trying not to feel pathetic about it. I convinced myself that he was busy, handling whatever 'it' was.But as the days passed, the waiting turned into agony.I texted him everyday repeatedly and desperately.In the morning… Good morning. Hope you slept okay.In the afternoon… I'm not trying to be annoying. Just worried about
Wesley POV The building of his office was tall and basically made of glass, the kind that screamed money from every reflective surface. I had been here once before, years ago, when I was seventeen and he was telling me I was wasting my potential by playing football instead of going to law school.The receptionist recognized me. She didn't smile. She just pointed toward the elevator.His office was on the top floor.I stepped out into the carpeted hallway, my sneakers sinking into the plush gray fibers, as i walked toward the glass doors at the end. His name was on them in gold letters. Christopher CHEN, like i was supposed to be impressed.I pushed the door open without knocking.He was sitting behind his desk, a glass of whiskey in his hand, the city skyline sprawling behind him like a kingdom. He looked older than I remembered, with more gray hair. But his eyes, they were the same… still cold and calculating."Wesley." He didn't stand. "Sit.""I will stand."He took a slo
Wesley POV I woke up with a smile on my face.The morning light was already coming in through the blinds.I just laid there, blinking at the brightness, letting yesterday settle back into my bones.The memories of the carnival and the Photo Booth filled my head again.I replayed every moment in my head before I even moved.Then I became aware of the hardness pressing against my stomach, and I let out a low groan.I was rock hard, thanks to Bowie. She found a way to bleed into my sleep and leave me aching when I woke. I shifted under the covers, the friction of the sheets against my cock making me hiss through my teeth.I reached for my phone on the nightstand and unlocked it, then opened the gallery to the carnival photos.My eyes lingered on the first one, where her head was thrown back in the booth, her throat exposed, and my hand tangled in her hair. I remembered the way her mouth felt around me, the way she looked up at me with those dark, hungry eyes and it made my dic
Bowie POV"Bowie–“"Shh." I pressed a finger to his lips, then replaced it with my mouth.I kissed him nastily, letting him feel how much I wanted him. His hands slid under my shirt, his fingers spreading across my bare back, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us."I have been thinking about this all day," I whispered against his jaw as I grind myself on his dick, feeling it get hard.His breath hitched. "Yeah?""Yeah." I dragged my mouth down his neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his pulse point. "I kept imagining what I would do to you the second I got you alone."His hands tightened on my waist. "And what was that?"I didn't answer with words. I just kissed down his chest, my teeth grazing the fabric of his shirt before I pushed it up, revealing the hard lines of his stomach. I pressed my lips to the skin just above his belt, feeling him twitch beneath me."Bowie." His voice was strained now. "We are in a Photo Booth.""I know."I worked his jeans op
Chapter 6Dian POV Trina’s voice cut through the air so sharply that, for a split second, I honestly thought my mind tricked me. It didn’t fit the moment at all, the heated, dangerous tension Yas and I had been sinking into. It was like someone threw cold water across my face. My heart paced
YasThis is crazy. I thought He has a girlfriend.I am his best friend.But then I imagined her here. Her hands on him. Her laugh in my living room. Him touching her the way– my jaw clenched again.With trembling fingers, I flipped the main breaker, sending the apartment into total blackness. Ev
YAS“Yas…” I startled as he called out, his voice was thick with sleep.My heart dropped straight to my stomach. I snatched my hand away like i had been burned and stumbled backwards .“I..I was just–“ I stammered, my mind racing for an excuse. “You…you were having a bad dream.” I lied, my face tu
Bowie POV We ate and it was rather lunch than breakfast, since it was already past noon when the food arrived.We disposed the packs and were currently tangled up on the couch, trying to find a movie on Netflix.Well, I was trying to. Wesley had other plans.“Sit on my face.” He said sudden







