Page 49 of Don't Fall For Your Best Friend

“Yep.”

I open the door and we step into an enormous room filled with gobs of people. Couches are scattered everywhere. There’s a mix of white leather sectionals and smaller loveseats, all with couples on them. Some are drinking and talking, some are kissing, some are heavily making out, and some are having sex.

“This is interesting,” Hartford whispers.

I look down at her. “You good with this?”

A small smile hits her lips as she looks around. “Yeah, I am.”

I lead her over to a sectional further back in the room. We have a great view of what people are doing yet feel a bit hidden from their eyes. Excluding the two couples that are already sitting on the couch. As we settle down, they direct friendly smiles our way, and I lift my chin in acknowledgment.

Hartford takes the seat closest to the arm of the couch, while I am the buffer between her and the other couples. They aren’t close enough to touch us or anything, so I have no problem.

We both take in the room for a while. My eyes bounce from a range of scenes, couples laughing to a woman on her knees giving a blow job to couples having sex in various positions. No one is fully undressed, but clothes are barely hanging on in some cases.

I peek over at Hartford, and my dick hardens. She’s watching a couple making out. The woman’s on the man’s lap and his hands are pushing up her dress as he grips onto her ass. My attention returns to Hartford, and I can’t help but notice her faster breathing, causing her breasts to push further out of her dress.

No rules. My gaze drags up and down Hartford’s incredible body. I rest my hand high on her thigh and she slowly turns her head to me.

I search her heated eyes as I caress her thigh with my fingers, moving closer to her pussy. “You as turned on as I am?”

Her cheeks turn pink as she nods.

“No rules, right?”

“Right,” she whispers.

I pull her onto my lap and slide my hands down her back. I stop right before I touch her ass and wet my lips. “Don’t overthink anything, Hart. This is for us to enjoy.”

Her tits are near my mouth and it takes all my willpower to keep my focus on her face as she speaks.

“No overthinking, Pax,” she says, nearly panting.

I can’t take it anymore. All the years of forcing down my feelings, all these weeks of walking around with a hard-on, all the fantasies, and erotic dreams. It’s all come down to this moment and I’m about to break all the rules and burn down all the lines.

My fingers sink into her ass just as I lean forward and press my lips to the soft flesh of her neck. Her hands grip my shoulders tightly as a soft sigh escapes her. I take that as a good sign and push the limits a bit more.

I move my hands under her dress, and I let out a growl when they meet her bare ass. She’s wearing a thong, and I’ve never been more thankful for the invention.

“Damn, you’re killing me,” I hiss.

I kiss and suck on her neck and the more I move my hands on her ass, the more aggressive I get with my mouth. A light bite on her skin causes her to buck her hips against me. I’m no longer in control of what I’m doing. It’s incredibly erotic to realize that others are witnessing the first time I touch my best friend in ways I’ve only fantasized about.

I kiss down her neck to her cleavage.

“Yes,” she moans, rocking her hips against my hard dick.

Those simple words do me in. I move my hands to the top of her dress and pull it down, exposing her bra to me. Her hard nipples poke through the silk, and I don’t think as I lean forward and flick my tongue over them. She moans as I use my hands and my mouth. I squeeze her perfect tits, exposing more skin that I kiss, lick, and lightly nip.

She’s dry humping me at this point and it feels so fucking good having her pressed against me like this. My body’s in overdrive as I touch every part of her I’ve always wanted to.

“Fuck, Hartford, you’ve got me so turned on.”

“Same,” she murmurs.

I take a chance and pull down her bra, exposing her tits. She doesn’t fight it and I take full advantage. My lips wrap around one of her hard nipples while I pinch the other.

“Paxton, yes.”

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