Best Friend Erotica Novels & Stories

I wish I was there to lick you off. BESTIE : Okay, touch yourself baby. Me : Okay. BESTIE : Are you touching yourself? ME: Yes. BESTIE: Good girl. BESTIE: Tell me what you're feeling. ME: Wet. ME: So wet for you. BESTIE: Where are you touching? ME: Just… outside. ME: Circling. BESTIE: Slower or faster? ME: Slow. ME: Like you do. BESTIE: I love the way you feel when you're slow. The way you arch into my hand. The way you beg for more.

Despite myself, my own dick starts to stir. Fuck, fuck, fuck. And the text he put with it doesn’t help my situation either – “thinking of you”. The video ends, and I quickly snap back, sending him “be there soon”. Look, Mateo and I are best friends. I don’t even know how our whole arrangement started – we were just messing around one day, play-fighting like normal. Then, all of a sudden, I was pinned to my bed with Mateo over me. I didn’t want to move, and neither did he, and, well… things happened.

To make their position become more heated, her pencil skirt pulled up to her waist and her lacy panties discarded, leaving her wet core bare and exposed and it was rubbing against his member that had just calmed down after some hard, raw sex. It was Elis, his fuck buddy. Though they're quite on friendly terms in meetings, business parties, and outside work while sharing bodies and exchanging heat. He'd rather call her that than his friend with benefits since they've never been in a situation that they'd address each other as friends. They were simply officemates who find comfort in each other by sharing each other's body heat, a superior and an underling who disclose each other's burdens and

“Elena can never know how desperately her best friend is offering herself to her father.” The reminder of my best friend sent a fresh spike of wicked shame through me, sharpening the arousal pooling hot between my thighs. “I know but I need this. I need you.” He guided me to the sofa, positioning me on my knees facing the backrest, my arms braced on the cushions. The position left me open and vulnerable, my ass raised invitingly. Daniel knelt behind me, his clothed chest pressing against my back as one hand cupped my mound. His fingers parted my folds, finding me already drenched and swollen.

I leaned forward, my breasts pressing against his chest, lips brushing his ear. “I’ve wanted this for so long, Killian,” I whispered, grinding harder. "My brother’s best friend, and all I can think about is you touching me. Fucking me. Making me yours.” His hands stayed hovering, shaking with the effort not to grab me. I could feel his cock twitching under me, thick and heavy. I moved faster, riding him like he belongs to me. The leather creaked under us. Every roll of my hips sent sparks through me.

She gives me a small, wicked smile before lowering her head back down to her paper. The butt plug was Christine’s idea. Even though it feels like we’ve been growing apart lately, we haven’t been growing apart so much that she could resist telling me that she and Eric are having anal sex ‘all the time.’ She was the only person I could think of to go to for advice on how to do it, since Xavier seems determined that I’m not ready it for yet. But I am—or, I could be, anyway.

She'd been talking about him nonstop for months now and I knew she was very much in love with him. God, I couldn't believe this. On one hand, I could tell her that her boyfriend was a douchebag and that we'd had sex but that would break her heart and it would be my fault on the the other hand it I decided not to say anything, I'd be letting a douchebag like Collen have his way with my best friend. I ran my hands through my wavy blonde hair and groaned in frustration as I stared at my reflection above the vanity. My eyes were puffy with all of the crying I did last night and my hair was a complete mess.

He said, reaching over to tap my lips with his index finger. " You'll like it, I promise." He said, turning back to the table to pick up a pair of nipple clamps in one hand and a vagina clamp in the other. " Pick your poison." He said holding them out to me. I looked from one to the other, unable to pick. " Fine." He said when I hesitated too long. " I'll go with both." A part of me recoiled and squirmed in fear, but there was a part of me that jumped for joy and puffed out my chest in anticipation of what was to come.

"You can't spank me. Goddess, you're not even allowed to touch me." Even as the protests slip through my lips, I feel the rapid thumping of my heart echoing in my chest, a wild rhythm I've never experienced before. A new pulse, raw and primal, pounds behind my clit, sending a shockwave of sensation coursing through my body. In a twisted way, the idea excites me, igniting a fire deep within my core. This is a man two decades older than me. My best friend's father. Also, the sire of the first mate who rejected me. Hot.

“Then what is it, Sav? Why won’t you look at me? Why do you keep dodging me like I’m contagious? You're ignoring me.” I turned around, clutching my arms like they could hold me together. “Because best friends don’t see each other naked in that way.” Roman blinked. “Sav…” “Best friends,” I cut in, heart in my throat, “don’t bend each other over in the backseat of a car and have the kind of sex that haunts you for days. The kind that we just had. That’s not friendship. That’s something else. And we… we broke it. We’re screwed, Roman.”