Page 11 of This I Promise

I force myself to look away and turn off the lamp on the nightstand. My body is tense, and I’m hyperaware of her closeness in the dark. My fingers itch to touch her, and my mind is a mess of conflicting thoughts and emotions.

I’m not supposed to want her. Not supposed to touch her. And I’m damn sure not supposed to have a raging hard-on because of my best friend.

The best friend whose fat nipples I want to suck into my mouth, whose huge tits I want to nuzzle my face between. The best friend whose ass I want to grab with both hands, leaving marks from my touch. The best friend whose pussy I want to pound until she screams my name and yells out that she belongs to me.

Fuck, Evan. Knock it off!

My cock twitches painfully and shifts the pillow, sending a rush of panic through my chest. I need to get a hold of myself or this is going to be the longest few months of my life.

Exhausted, Abby falls asleep within minutes as I listen to the sound of her rhythmic breathing. I force myself to think about anything other than my body’s reaction to her and this sudden lustful awakening I seem to be having. My thoughts wander to a big project I’ve been assigned. It’s a new boutique hotel they’re building downtown, keeping the historical elements of the neighborhood while weaving in a modern art vibe. It’s a challenge for sure, but if I get this right, my boss will let me work on more lucrative proposals in the future.

As my mind envisions various design specs, I drift off to sleep, but my dreams aren’t filled with thoughts of architecture. They’re filled with forbidden fantasies of having sex with my pregnant best friend. And not because I have some fetish of sleeping with a pregnant woman, because I don’t. It’s years of repressed longing that I refused to allow myself to indulge in.

When I wake up the next morning, I’m sexually frustrated and surprised I didn’t nut in my sleep. And the fact that Abby and I are wrapped around each other in a tight embrace makes everything so much worse. Her small palm rests on my chest. My hand is firmly planted on her ass. And her head is on my shoulder with her angelic face turned upward. Each exhale sends a warm rush of air over the sensitive skin of my neck.

My cock is hard and aching with need, so I try to untangle myself to escape to a cold shower. But the moment I move, Abby mewls and readjusts herself, rubbing her thigh against my dick and making my breath hitch.

Fuck, I want her.

I grit my teeth to keep from groaning, but it’s too late. She’s awake, and very aware that my hardened length is pressing intoher. Abby lifts her head, meeting my half-lidded gaze, but there’s no trace of sleepiness in her eyes. Her face is flushed, and she returns my stare with an expression of need I’ve never seen from her before. The tension in the air is thick as we both remain still, and I can feel her heartbeat pounding against my chest. I’m not sure who makes the first move, but within seconds, our lips are fused together.

One hand squeezes her ass, while the other plunges into her silky hair. Her nails scrape the skin of my bare chest as she molds her lips to mine, grinding her hot pussy against my hip. I lick my way into her mouth, taking control as my mind buzzes with all the filthy things I want to do to her.

She tastes so good. Everything about this feels right.

Yet, as soon as I’m ready to dive in for more, Abby pushes against me and pulls away, frantically sitting up while she stares at me with a mix of yearning, embarrassment, and regret.

Her eyes are wide, and a hand flies to her gaping mouth. “Oh my God, Evan. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I just… My hormones are out of control with the pregnancy and I...”

She looks both ashamed and horrified, and I hate it because she did nothing wrong. She has no idea that I’ve been thinking about doing the same thing since last night. I’m also praying that she wants me as much as I want her, and that I’m not just a convenient dick.

There’s a light tremor in my hand as I take Abby’s palm in mine and bring it to my chest. “Don’t apologize, Sunshine. You have nothing to be sorry for.” I place several kisses on the backs of her fingers. “I want you, Abby. As long as you want me too.”

For a moment, I think she might sayno,as there’s uncertainty in her brown eyes. Then her eyelids half close as her gaze drifts over my bare chest and chiseled abs, and she licks her plump lips. My dick twitches against her thigh and she smiles.

“This is all too confusing to be anything else right now, with me moving in, and being pregnant…” I can see the thoughts warring in her head. “And it’s just that my hormones are so crazy. I don’t want to take advantage of you and I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

I cup her chin in my hand. “Nothing could ever ruin what we have, Abby. I swear I won’t let it.”

Uncertainty lingers, but I can tell her lust is winning the battle in her mind.

“Just let me make us both feel better. I promise I’ll stop anytime you want me to.”

Abby bites her lower lip while she gazes at me. Then, with a sultry voice that has precum leaking from my dick, she says, “I don’t want you to stop, Evan. I want this. I want you.”

Seized by desire, I jump into action, rolling her onto her back and spreading her soft thighs with my knees. She gasps at the sudden change in position with amusement dancing in her eyes and a coy smile on her pretty lips. I lean forward, eager to kiss her again. My tongue explores every corner of her mouth as I tug down the neckline of her flimsy tank top and expose her supple breasts.

They fill my hands completely, warm and inviting. I moan, massaging her tender flesh and pinching her dusky nipples into hardened peaks. I break our kiss to get a good look at them. Then Abby whips off her top and smirks at me in invitation. Lowering my head to her chest, I lavish each one with my attention, pushing her tits together while licking and nipping and sucking every inch of her skin until she’s writhing and whimpering beneath me.

“Evan, please. I need more,” she whines, desperation evident in her voice. My heart races at the thought of tasting every part of her sexy body. But if she wants my cock now, I’m not going to make her wait. Not this time, because I need this too.

Rising to my knees, I rip off her shorts and panties in one swift motion, exposing her smooth mound. It’s pink and glistening, and I’m worried I might come just from the sight of it.

“So fucking pretty, Sunshine. Just look at how wet and ready you are for me.” I shove my boxers down my thighs, freeing my thick, throbbing cock. Her eyes are hooded as she watches me grip the base before giving myself purposeful, slow strokes. “You want me inside you, baby? Buried to the hilt in your sweet cunt?”

I can’t believe that we’re here, that I’m consumed with hunger and desire for my best friend while her hips roll against me with every filthy word I utter in her ear. I can’t deny it feels right, like something we should’ve done years ago and our brains are just now catching up. Abby may think it’s just pregnancy hormones making her feel this way, but I know better. We want each other. We’ve just been too scared to admit it.

“Please, Evan,” she begs again, her legs wrapping around my hips and pulling me closer. I chuckle before using the fat head of my cock to tease her entrance.

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