SANTA CLAUS IS MY HORNY BEST FRIEND(2)

Diana’s POV

“Ah fuck, please baby…” I moaned as Ryan slammed his cock into me.

“Take it you dirty slut” Ryan groaned, smacking my ass.

My knees nearly buckled, he increased his pace. I screamed as I came, my pussy squirting hard around his cock inside of me, my juices splashing down on the guys balls.

He zoomed in the camera he was holding. “Fuck Diana,” he rasped, slamming his dick harder. “Take my cock just like that baby.”

My name in his desperate voice sent me over the edge and I squirted again. My clit throbbed under his cock as I came more, biting my lips so hard I tasted blood.

My legs gave out and I collapsed on his couch.

By the time my breathing slowed, the room felt too quiet.

Ryan lay back on the couch, one arm flung over his eyes, chest still rising and falling hard. I pushed myself upright, legs shaky, and reached for my clothes scattered across the floor. My phone buzzed on the coffee table, the screen lighting up with a reminder.

Game Night — 8:00 PM.

“Shit,” I muttered.

Ryan peeked at me through his fingers. “What?”

“We’re going to be late.” I tugged my sweater over my head, smoothing it down as I crossed the room. “We need to start getting ready.”

He sat up, lazy smile on his face, eyes tracking me. “Or,” he said slowly, “we could take another ten minutes.”

I shot him a look, half amused, half exasperated. “Ryan.”

He stood, walked up behind me, hands sliding to my waist. His voice dropped. “Just one more round.”

I leaned back against him for a second, tempted—really tempted—then shook my head. “No. Gavin will already be waiting, and if we’re late, he’ll pretend not to care but absolutely care.”

Ryan paused. “Gavin.”

“Yeah. My best friend. I’ve told you about him.”

He scoffed lightly, grabbing his jeans. “You’ve told me enough.”

I frowned, turning to face him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Ryan didn’t answer right away. He pulled on his shirt, movements sharper now, less relaxed. “He’s in love with you.”

I blinked. “What?”

“He is,” Ryan said confidently. “Guys don’t look at girls the way you describe him looking at you unless they want to fuck them.”

Heat rushed to my face. “That’s not true.”

Ryan shrugged. “I’m a guy.”

“So is he,” I snapped. “And he’s not like that. Gavin is family. He’s basically my brother.”

Ryan’s jaw tightened. “Men don’t secretly want to fuck their sisters, Diana.”

“That is not fair,” I said, grabbing my bag. “You don’t know him.”

“I know the type,” he replied. “The ‘best friend.’ The one who waits.”

I shook my head, a laugh bubbling up, more disbelief than humor. “You’re wrong. Completely wrong. Gavin has been in my life forever. If he felt anything like that, I’d know.”

Ryan watched me carefully, like he was measuring something. “You sure about that?”

“Yes,” I said without hesitation. “One hundred percent.”

He raised his hands in surrender. “Okay. Okay. I’m just saying—don’t be shocked if I’m right.”

I didn’t respond. I just headed for the door.

As we stepped into the hallway, I pulled out my phone and sent Gavin a quick text.

Running a bit late. Don’t start without us.

A second later, my phone buzzed.

Wouldn’t dream of it.

I smiled without thinking.

Ryan noticed.

And that—more than anything—made his expression darken.

Gavin’s apartment looked the same as it always had.

Gavin smiled when he saw us. It was quick but his eyes lingered on Ryan’s hand at my lower back just a second too long.

“You’re late,” he said lightly.

“You know me,” I replied, forcing a grin. “Fashionably.”

He handed me a drink without asking. Just the way I liked it. I noticed Ryan clock that immediately.

We settled into the game—something new this time, card-based and competitive. Gavin explained the rules and I caught myself watching his hands as he shuffled the deck, the faint scar on his knuckle from when we were kids and he’d fallen off his bike trying to impress me.

Did he actually want to fuck me? There was no way Ryan was right

Ryan sat closer than necessary, thigh pressed firmly against mine. Every time I laughed at something Gavin said, Ryan’s fingers tightened on my leg like a reminder.

Halfway through the second round, Ryan leaned in, voice low.

“Hey, babe. Can you come check something with me outside? I think I left something in the car.”

I hesitated. “Now?”

“Won’t take long,” he said, already standing.

Gavin glanced up. Our eyes met. Something unreadable flickered across his face.

“I’ll be right back,” I said.

Outside, the night air was cool against my flushed skin. The hallway was quiet. Ryan shut the door behind us.

He didn’t speak at first. Just looked at me.

And then—

He brought out a rose vibrator and a black dildo.

“Ryan!!” I nearly screamed but he placed his hand over my mouth

He leaned in closer, placing the other over my ass. “C’mon… just a lil bit of fun.”

“You’re sick… fuck.” I breathed but there was no venom in it, my voice shook with something else entirely. “But we won’t use the tools.”

He gave a helpless little shrug then crashed his lips on mine.

I wanted to protest but gosh, my pussy was already wet. My hand moved on its own and slid down his stomach, wrapping my fingers around his cock through the boxers.

He squeezed my ass harder and spread me open, then slapped my ass once.

I gasped into his mouth and he did it again, harder this time.

“Ryan…” I moaned. He shoved me towards the fence and bent me over, yanking my skirt down and tossing it somewhere.

He dropped to his knees behind me and pushed down my panties down to my thighs.

The cool air hit my soaked pussy and I shivered.

“Look at this pretty cunt,” he said, his voice rough with awe.

He ran two fingers up my slit, feeling through my wetness, then pushed into his mouth and sucked them clean.

I whimpered, holding myself from cumming

“Ryan…”

“Keep quiet and take it,” He said, then buried his face in my pussy completely.

He ate me like a man, possessed, his tongue pushing inside me, fucking me with it then sliding up to circle my clit before sucking it hard between his lips.

“Arghh… Ryannnnn.” I moaned, squirting all over his face. He gave a satisfied grin and then turned me around.

He stood up, his mouth and chin wet from me.

He wiped his face with the back of his hand, then grabbed my throat gently and kissed me again so I could taste myself on his tongue.

His cock was straining against his boxers, the head peeking above the waistband precum leaking slightly.

I reached down and pulled him free, wrapping my hand around his bare skin this time.

He was hot and throbbing in my grip.

He broke the kiss, breathing hard against my lips.

“Let’s go inside…. Gavin would be waiting.” I breathed out, even though I didn’t want to leave. I wanted him to pound me with his dick, make me cum more.

“No. Let's finish this right here… I’ve waited long enough.”