I said his name a thousand times, over and over, my voice so hoarse it didn’t sound like mine. Then, when I didn’t think I could bear it any more, he jerked my hand away from its death grip on his T-shirt and forced it down between my legs.
I tried to resist, for what reason I didn’t know, but he was too strong, forcing my fingers to where we were joined, to feel my own wet pussy stretched around the thick, hard length of his cock. To feel the slick glide of him as he pulled out, the give of my flesh as he pushed back in.
‘Feel me, kitten. This is me, inside you.’ He held my fingers there, flexing his hips with each word to prove his point. ‘This is me fucking you.’
I groaned, trembling so hard I thought I would break, the dirty words as much of a turn-on as the feel of his cock sliding into me.
My best friend. Fucking me in the hallway, where anyone could see us.
He moved his hand, urging my fingers higher, to my clit.
‘Touch yourself,’ he ordered harshly. ‘I want you coming all over my cock in five seconds.’
I obeyed without thought, my fingers stroking my clit over and over as he fucked me hard against the wall until I was desperate and shaking and raw. And it didn’t even take five seconds. In three I screamed his name into the silence of the hallway, my eyes shut tight as the sensation swept over me, annihilating me completely.
Dimly I felt him move harder and faster, his rhythm wild and out of control, and then he bent his head, turning his face into my neck. And he bit me hard as orgasm took him, too.