Page 82 of Ruin The Friendship
He reaches behind one of the pillows, fingers coming out with a square foil packet. I stare at the condom, almost dreading using it.
“Wait.”
Fletcher stops in his tracks, leaning away from me.
“I was…” I swallow thickly. “I mean, I can’t get pregnant again.” I gesture to my bump. “And I was tested at my first appointment. Everything was negative.”
Fletcher rocks on his heels and drops the condom onto the floor. “I got tested a few weeks ago.”
I sit up. “You were planning on this?”
He shrugs sheepishly. “No. But I hoped.”
My heart skips a beat. “Come here, please.”
Fletcher leans in close, kissing me deeply, heating my body from the inside out. A horrifying thought snakes its way into my brain. What if he feels the same as Jude? What if I’m not enthusiastic enough, or don’t satisfy him the way we’ve both been craving? This will change us forever. And if our relationship doesn’t work, I’ll lose him. I wouldn’t survive that broken heart. Losing him would break me.
“Look at me, Lydia,” Fletcher breathes, his gaze locking with mine. The connection grounds me. “Whatever you’re thinking, don’t. It’s you and me, and I’m never letting you go. I can never go back to the way we were before.”
“Please don’t break my heart,” I whisper, a tear springing to my eye.
“I’ll protect it. I’ll protectyou. Both of you.” He rests his forehead against mine, and my hands twine around the nape of his neck. Fletcher lays me back down against the soft blankets and pillows.
He reaches between us, guiding his cock to my core and pressing gently. Our eyes lock, those familiar green eyes filled with so much careand tenderness.
Fletcher watches me carefully, and I nod. When he thrusts into me, the moan that falls from my lips is completely involuntary. He’s so deep, but my body accepts him like it’s second nature. I breathe out his name as he begins to move, pacing himself as he thrusts in and out.
“Fuck. I never thought it would be like this, this good.” His head drops into the crook of my neck as he groans.
My legs wrap around his waist, his muscled thighs slapping against mine with each movement, my body aching for him even though it’s physically impossible for him to get any closer to me.
I scrape my fingers down his back, holding his hips. “Fuck.” I groan when he hits that perfect spot inside.
“Are you okay?” he asks, slowing his pace. “Am I squishing the baby?”
“No,” I rush to say, gripping his ass, making sure he doesn’t stop. “Don’t stop, please.”
“Never,” he grunts. He gets back to the pace he was at before, kissing me and touching me everywhere, branding me with every touch. Reaching between us, he finds my clit and deftly strokes it, matching the pace of his thrusts. “You still good?”
“Yes, I’m close,” I say, my body tightening in anticipation.
“Fuck, Lydia.” He whimpers into my neck.
My pussy clenches around him, my orgasm detonating unexpectedly as he rocks into me a few more times, groaning as he fills me with his own climax.
He stays inside me for a few minutes as we catch our breath. I don’t have words or even brain power to describe this moment. Lying here, with my best friend hovering over me, still inside me, I feel whole.
We catch our breath together, and when we lock eyes, we both burst into a fit of giddy laughter.
“That was amazing,” I say through my giggles.
Fletcher agrees, pressing kisses up and down my cheeks, my jaw, and chest as he pulls out of me, his cum dripping down my thigh. His laughter ceases as he watches the cum slide out of my used pussy. His jaw twitches, his gaze roaming over our combined releases.
“Why is that so hot?” he murmurs. “All I can think about is keeping you full of my cum.”
My cunt flutters at the thought of him filling me up with every drop of his release.
“Oh god,” I breathe. “Yes.”
