Page 3 of Just Once

Desperate, almost mad with lust, he bucked against her, sliding the weight of his cock along her folds through her panties as he crushed her to him, hard. Hard enough to make her moan, a sound that was music to his ears.

She tastes so… good.

She did. She had the softest, sweetest lips he had ever tasted, and her mouth- it was divine. It had been made to be kissed, but he wanted more. He wanted her, all of her. He wanted…Faye!

Reality hit.

Releasing what he was doing, he stood up so abruptly it made Faye squeal and tumble back onto the desk.

She looked up at him with glassy eyes.

“Terry…?”

“I’m sorry Faye, this… we... we need to stop,” he said, breathless and unable to meet her gaze. “T-This is... we shouldn’t... I, I mean, I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”

Faye managed to suppress her sobs. “B-but... but why? You want me,Terr. I know you do. So why, just once?”

The pleading in her tone tore at his heart.

“Because I… You’re my friend, and I just don’t want to ruin things...” His voice softened as he tried desperately to make her understand. “What about Elsa?”

“I’m not going to tell her. All I want is one night. Just one night, nothing else… just once. It’s not going to change anything, Terry, I promise…” A stray tear rolled down her cheek and Faye didn’t have the heart to brush it aside. She’d come so close, he couldn’t turn her down, not now.

So, instead, Faye threw herself at him. Literally.

Too surprised to get out of the way, Terry could only gawk dumbly as she barrelled into his legs. She sent him reeling back onto the bed that took up one whole corner of the room. Then she was on him. With one move, she ripped open his trousers, then pulled his boxers down.

Oh…my…God!In spite of the fear winding her belly into a thick rope of knots, Faye licked her lips as his cock stood rampant before her eyes.

Fingers shaking, she reached out and tried to wrap her hand around him. He was so thick she couldn’t even get her thumb and finger to meet. Marvelling at the way it pulsed and throbbed, she started to pump her hand. She took her time, running her hand down from the swollen head to the thick base and then back again with the slow, almost hypnotic motions she’d heard could work guys into a frenzy.

Scarcely able to breathe, Terry could only seize the sheets with white-knuckled fists as his whole body seemed to writhe beneath the siren’s hand job. With that first touch, Faye had stolen all his strength away. He was powerless and completely unable to stop himself from bucking into her hand with every stroke of her palm. He knew he shouldn’t be enjoying this, that it wasn’t right, but just felt so good. He couldn’t resist.

“F-Faye wh... what... what are you doing? No... oh fuck… Stoooohhhh!”

His whole body spasmed at the lush heat that suddenly whispered over his flesh. Breath and pulse quickening, he looked down in time to watch his friend lean in and wrap those full, kissable lips around the head of his cock.

“You want me, don’t you, Terry?” she asked, running her tongue along the edge of his crown. “Mmm…I know you do. Your cock’s so big and delicious.”

Though she had virtually no first-hand experience giving head, Faye made up for that with determination and continued to slowly run her hand up and down his thick column, while her mouth, tongue, and teeth played with the swollen head.

“Oh God, Faye… Please… Stop.” His voice was choked and thick with pleasure.

Faye couldn’t resist giving him a sly, playful smile. God, his flavour, that musky scent, the very…feeling. She’d had no idea sex could feel like this. It was incredible to have such power over him. It both thrilled her and turned her on, got her heart pumping and made her panties soaked. She wanted to make it last forever, but knew she needed to move things along before her nerve broke. So Faye dipped lower, her lips flowing over the slick, velvety flesh, stretching to their limit as she began to bob her head.

Terry thought he was going to go mad. The head of his cock was tingling with sensations. It was so sensitive that he could feel everything as she took him into that hot cavern of wonders. He could feel the way her teeth scraped across the edges. The swift creases of her tongue on the tip, even the delicious rush of warmth that washed over him every time she inhaled. He knew he shouldn’t be enjoying this so much. That it was wrong. She was his best friend, and he had a girlfriend. Everything told him he should make her stop before this went too far, but it just felt so good.

She was barely halfway down when his hips began to churn. Despite her resolve to take him all in, when the thick crest breached her throat, she gagged. The reflex was as violent as anything she’d ever felt. Instinctively knowing she was at her limit, she pulled back until she could breathe again. Lingering there only long enough to catch her breath, however, she reached down and grabbed the bottom of her top. With one quick tug, she pulled the snug garment up and over her breasts.

Mesmerised by her beauty, Terry didn’t dare look away as Faye’s bountiful cleavage bounced and jiggled with every dip of her head as she resumed working on him. They were larger than Elsa’s, but not so overly large that they appeared comical or artificial, and tipped by rosy nipples that he so badly wanted to lick. Just to see if they tasted as good as they looked.

Glancing up in time to catch him openly ogling her, Faye would have smiled if her mouth wasn’t so full.

His eyes grew wider than saucers as he watched her drop both her hands to her sides, gather up the objects of his attention, and lean in to envelop the remainder of his cock between her tits. Continuing to suckle the weeping head, she began slowly sliding her chest up and down, massaging the thick base with her breasts, timing her motions to match her mouth’s slow up and down rhythm.

Unable to breathe or think, Terry felt as though his life’s thread was hanging on the edge of a knife. On one side was his self-control, on the other, his release from this torturous pleasure Faye was conjuring up. He hungered for both but knew that giving into one would extinguish the other...

In theory, it should have been an easy choice. Elsa was his girlfriend. He loved her, he thought, and was determined not to do anything that might jeopardise the relationship. Unfortunately, his body seemed to have its own ideas.

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