Sweet Rush: Dirty Little Diaries

“Does your boyfriend know you’re taking your best friend’s cock like a good girl?”

Kai’s low, rough voice sent shivers down my spine as he thrust deep into me from behind. My face was pressed hard into the couch cushion, my ass up, back arched like a whore. I couldn’t even answer.

“Mhnnn…!”

“That's right.” He groaned as his hands tightened on my hips.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as another powerful orgasm ripped through me. My pussy clenched violently around his thick cock, my juices dripping down my thighs. I was shaking, and completely lost.

This all started earlier that night… when Tyler bailed on me again.

Earlier that evening

He cancelled again. For fuck’s sake.

I stared at Tyler’s text lightening up my phone.

“Sorry babe, guys night ran late. Tomorrow? I love you”

My thumb hovered over the keyboard for a second before I locked the screen without replying. I felt pure irritation as I shoved the phone in my pocket. This was the third time this week.

I looked up at the New York sky. The rain was coming down even harder now, pouring fast and mercilessly. I’d left campus wearing only a thin white tank top and denim shorts, thinking the walk home would be quick. That was a mistake.

Within seconds I was completely drenched. The fabric clung obscenely to my skin. Outlining my breasts. My nipples hardened instantly from the chill, standing out against the wet white material. I crossed my arms over my chest, but it was useless. I looked indecent.

“Great,” I muttered underneath my breath, my hard nipples clearly visible, dark and stiff against the wet material. I crossed my arms, but it was pointless.

Tyler had been distant and selfish for weeks. His quick, lazy fucks left me aching and unsatisfied every single time. And now? Another cancelled night while he partied with his boys.

I kept walking, but the rain got heavier. Kai’s apartment was only two blocks away. Closer than my mum's penthouse at the upper east side of the city.

Kai Ellis had been my best friend since high school. Tall, lean-muscled, always with that lazy smirk and those intense green eyes that seemed to see straight through me. He was protective and safe. The one person I could call at three in the morning and he’d answer.

But lately… something had shifted. The way he looked at me sometimes. The way my body reacted when he hugged me a little too long. I’d buried those feelings deep because best friends don’t fuck.

Especially when you have a boyfriend.

But right now, I am freezing. And angry. And so fucking needy.

I made the decision and started running.

By the time I reached his building, I was completely drenched and shivering. My long dark wavy hair stuck to my skin. I banged on his door, breathing hard.

Kai took a minute before he opened it.

His green eyes widened the second they landed on my chest. My soaked tank top left nothing to the imagination. My nipples were on full display. He gulped visibly, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“Jesus, Sienna…” His voice was hoarse. “What happened?”

“Tyler bailed on me again,” I said, teeth chattering. “And I got caught in the rain. Can I come in?”

He hesitated for a second, his jaw tight, and eyes fighting not to stare at my breasts.

“Yeah… get inside,” he finally said, stepping aside.

I walked past him, dripping water on his wooden floors. The warmth of his apartment made me shiver harder. I could feel his eyes burning into my back and ass as I moved.

Kai closed the door behind me. The sound echoed.

I turned around and found him still staring. Not even pretending not to anymore. His hands were clenched at his sides like he was physically holding himself back.

“I’ll get you a towel,” he muttered, but he didn’t move. His gaze was dark, hungry. The bulge in his gray sweatpants was getting obvious.

I shouldn’t be here.

Not looking like this.

Not when I’d been secretly craving him for months.

Not when he was my best friend.

But God… the way he was looking at me right now, like he wanted to devour me sent heat straight between my legs despite the cold.

“Kai…” I started, not even sure what I was going to say.

He took one slow step closer. Then another. His breathing was uneven.

“Move away from the rug,” he said suddenly, voice strained. “So you don’t get it wet.”

I stepped back obediently, caught off guard. Kai disappeared down the hallway and returned quickly with a thick towel and a stack of fresh clothes. One of his oversized black hoodies and a pair of his sweatpants.

“Here,” he said, handing them to me. “Go change in the bathroom. I'll make you something, so you don't catch a cold.”

“Thank you,” I whispered.

I went into the bathroom, peeled off my soaked clothes, and dried myself. When I pulled on his hoodie, it swallowed me. The hem reached mid-thigh, and the sleeves were a bit too long. I rolled them up and put on the sweatpants, tying the string tightly. I looked at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed, hair wet and in my best friend’s clothes. I looked… like I belonged here.

When I stepped back into the living room, Kai was standing by the window, staring at the rain. He turned when he heard me.

The moment his eyes landed on me in his clothes, something shifted. His gaze darkened.

He took a slow step closer.

I couldn’t look away from him. My heart was hammering. The air between us felt electric, heavy with everything we had never said.

“Kai… thank you.” I started, my voice barely above a whisper.

He walked towards me until he was standing right in front of me, close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his body.

His eyes dropped to my lips, then back up to my eyes.

“Fuck it,” he muttered, his voice raw.

Then he grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me.