The Night My Best-Friend Ruined Me

ARIA'S POV

I stood with my back against the door, still trapped in my black graduation gown, my heart hammering against my ribs.

I want all of you tonight," he said.

Adrian didn’t waste a second. 

He was already out of his jacket, his tie hanging loose, sleeves rolled up to reveal the powerful forearms I’d spent three years staring at in secret.

He crossed the space between us in three quick steps.

"You sure?" he asked, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that made my thighs ache and my pussy clench with need.

I didn't speak; I just nodded. 

My hands were trembling so badly I couldn't even find the zipper of my dress. He didn't let me struggle for long though l. 

He caught my wrists, his touch felt like it was burning me, and gently moved my hands away.

"Let me," he whispered.

The sound of the zipper sliding down was deafening in the silence of the room. The heavy fabric pooled at my feet, leaving me in nothing but the plain black lace I’d put on that morning. 

I felt raw, exposed, and desperately hungry.

His eyes raked over me, dark with a hunger that made me shiver. 

He stepped into my space, his body heat radiating off him. His fingers hooked under my bra straps, dragging them slowly off my shoulders before reaching behind me. When the clasp gave way, his breath hitched against my neck.

The lace fell away, and for the first time, I felt his bare skin against mine.

He didn't say a word. 

He just dipped his head and branded the side of my throat with a kiss so deep it felt like a promise. 

Then he moved lower and I let out a jagged breath as a response when his mouth closed over my already hard nipple. 

He sucked hard, his tongue flicking against the peak until I was arching my back, my fingers clawing into his dark hair, wanting more of what he was doing to me.

"Adrian…" I choked out trying to find the right words but failing miserably.

He didn't stop. 

Instead, he moved to the other breast, feasting on me while his hand slid down the curve of my stomach. 

His fingers disappeared under the waistband of my panties, and he didn't tease me. He shoved them down, letting them join my gown on the floor.

He found my clit immediately. I was already slick, dripping for him.

"Fuck," he muttered against my skin, his voice thick. "You’ve been thinking about this. Haven't you my dirty girl."

"All night," I confessed, my voice breaking. "Every night for years."

He pushed two of his fingers inside me, stretching my pussy open, testing how wet I was for him. I gasped, my hips jerking instinctively against his hand. 

He began a steady, punishing rhythm, his thumb finding my clit and grinding against it with a pressure that made my knees buckle.

I needed him. All of him. I started fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, tearing them open in my haste. "Take this off. Now."

He yanked the shirt over his head, his chest broad and defined, and then he was back on me. 

He walked me backward until the bed hit the backs of my knees. 

I fell back onto the mattress, and he was over me in an instant, his weight a delicious pressure.

I reached for his belt, my fingers frantic. 

He helped me, popping the button of his slacks and shoving them down. 

When his cock sprang free, my breath caught. 

He was thick, heavy and the tip of his cock was already glistening with precum. I’d seen glimpses before, but the reality of him was overwhelming.

"You still want it, Aria?" he asked, his eyes locking onto mine. "There's no going back."

"Don't you dare stop," I breathed.

He rolled on a condom and then settled between my thighs, spreading me wide open for him. He rubbed the head of his cock against my opening, coating himself in my heat, teasing me until I was a whimpering mess. 

"Look at me," he commanded.

I looked. And then he thrust into my pussy, filling me up at once.

A silent scream died in my throat. 

He was huge, filling every inch of me, stretching me to the point of beautiful pain. 

While I thought the entirety of his dick was seated in my pussy, he stopped halfway, letting me take him in, his muscles corded and shaking with the effort of holding back. 

"It's not going to fit," I cried out. 

He just chuckled in response. 

"It's gonna fit baby. Just breathe in and let me take care of you." 

I nodded and then, he pushed deeper, burying himself to the hilt.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his forehead pressing against mine.

Then he started to move. 

It wasn't gentle. It was deep, rhythmic, and possessive. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking him in, my heels digging into his back. Every thrust sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core.

"Harder," I whispered, my nails raking down his shoulders. "Adrian, please."

He snapped after that.

His pace turned frantic, his hips slamming into mine with a force that made the bed groan. 

I could feel the friction, the wet slide of him filling me and emptying me, over and over. 

He gripped my hip so hard I knew there would be bruises after but I didn't care.

"I've wanted this... since the first day," I gasped, my head tossing on the pillow.

"I know," he growled, driving deeper. "I saw the way you looked at me. I felt you blushing every time I got close. I was just waiting for you to be mine."

He shifted his angle, hitting a spot deep inside that made my entire body go rigid. I cried out, my back arching off the bed.

"Right there! Don't stop, don't stop—"

He was relentless. He hammered into that spot, his thumb finding my clit again, rubbing it into a frenzy. The pleasure was too much, a building storm that I couldn't contain.

"I'm going to come!" I screamed.

"Do it. Clench for me, Aria. Come on my fucking cock. Let me feel your pussy milking the fuck out of me."

My muscles gripped him in a series of violent, rhythmic pulses. I felt my vision blur as the orgasm ripped through me. 

Adrian didn't slow down; he fucked me right through the peak, his own breath turning frantic.

He pulled out just long enough to flip me over.

"On your knees," he ordered.

I obeyed, my body humming with aftershocks of my orgasm. 

He grabbed my hips, pulled me up, and slid back into me from behind. 

The depth was incredible. 

He was hitting my cervix, filling me so completely I felt like I was being branded from the inside out.

"Touch yourself," he growled, his hands digging into my waist. "Put those pretty fingers to use and strum your fucking clit till you cum Aria."

Dirty talking was a new kink I hadn't realized I had.

I reached back, my fingers finding my swollen clit, rubbing fast as he pounded into me. The friction from his thrusts and the movement of my own hand sent me spiraling again almost instantly.

"Adrian—I’m close—I’m going to.."

"Come with me," he hissed.

He increased the speed until he was a blur of motion, his body slamming against mine with a raw, primal rhythm. I felt him swell inside me, his pace turning erratic as he hit his limit.

He buried himself deep one last time, his body jerking as he came, his groan muffled against my shoulder. 

The sensation of him pulsing inside me triggered my second climax, a long, shuddering wave that left me sobbing for breath.

We collapsed into the sheets, tangled and slick with sweat. 

The silence of the room returned, save for our ragged breathing. He pulled me against his chest, his arms a heavy, possessive weight around me.

"You okay?" he murmured, kissing the back of my neck.

I couldn't even find my voice. I just leaned back into him, feeling the steady thrum of his heart against my spine. I was sore, exhausted, and utterly claimed.

"Yeah," I finally whispered. "Perfect."

"Good," he said, his grip tightening slightly. "Because I'm never letting you go now."

I closed my eyes, the bass from the party still thumping far below, feeling like I had finally reached the peak I'd been climbing for a lifetime.