All Chapters of In Love With My Son's Best Friend: Chapter 81 - Chapter 88

JUNE’S POVI parted my legs a bit more, fingers sliding through the wetness, the soft sounds quiet but unmistakable in the still room. Slow circles over my clit, building that pressure the way I wanted him to, patient and focused, making me wait until my hips lifted slightly off the chair.My breath shortened, and I pressed two fingers inside. The stretch felt good but nowhere near enough. I curled them to rub that spot that made my toes press hard against the floor, my walls fluttering around them, greedy for more.In my head, it was him pushing in, thick and deliberate, his body close enough that I felt every shift. His weight holding me right here, in this overlooked room, coming apart under him.I could almost hear his breath against my skin, warm and uneven, feel the low rumble in his voice as he told me how ready I was, how he’d spent the day watching me, holding back from pulling me aside, pressing me against the wide windowsill, taking me slow from behind while the night air c

JUNE’S POVI waited a full minute after Luca left, counting breaths in the dark until I thought my legs might hold me. The little sunroom smelled like us now, the scent clinging to the air: musk and sex and risk. I could still feel him, warm and slick between my thighs. A delicious, aching reminder with every slight shift in the chair.Evidence. God.For a second I just sat there, letting it sink in. Not the guilt, but the sheer, reckless realness of it. Then I made myself move. I stood on unsteady feet, smoothed my skirt down, ran my fingers through my hair. I checked my reflection in the dark window. My lips were a little too red, my eyes definitely too bright, but it was passable in the low light. Good enough.The old stairs creaked under my weight on the way down. The living room was dim, just the blue glow of the paused credits menu on the television. Marlene was curled on the couch, a blanket half off her, her mouth slightly open in sleep.The sight hit me right in the chest, a

LUCA’S POVMy hand slipped between us, fingers finding her clit, swollen and wet, circling slowly and exactly while I thrust in steady, grinding rolls that kept us pressed close, no distance between. Her pleasure built in waves I could feel, her walls pulsing faintly at first, then harder, clenching like she wanted to keep me locked inside. That heavy warmth spread through her core, slow and thick, making every tiny movement feel too much, her thighs trembling against me."Come for me," I said, voice rough, pausing deep and flexing inside her, feeling her flutter wildly around me. "Let go. Pull me in with that heat."She came apart then, body arching up, walls clenching in deep, rhythmic waves that dragged along me, holding tight. I buried my groan against her neck, moving through it slowly, prolonging every pulse until I let go too, spilling hot and deep, over and over, filling her.We stayed tangled, sweat cooling on our skin, breaths uneven and close, when the knock came. It was sh

JUNE’S POVFor one breathless moment I pictured telling him everything.Yes, Franklin. I was with Luca. He had me on his bed, my wrists pinned above my head at first, kissing me until I couldn’t think, until I was begging him quietly to touch me.He slid down my body slowly, mouth hot and deliberate between my thighs, tongue circling until I was shaking, until I came the first time with his name muffled against my own arm. Then he flipped me over, pulled my hips up, entered me from behind in one long, deep stroke that made my breath stop.He knew exactly how to angle himself, how to roll his hips in slow, heavy circles that dragged over every sensitive place inside me, how to reach around and press firm fingers against my clit in steady rhythm until I was clenching hard around him, soaking, desperate.He stayed buried deep, grinding, pausing just long enough to make me whine before pulling back and driving in again, harder, until I came a second time, trembling, biting the pillow to s