#iii thoughts

Breathtaking, that’s all he could think about. Was how breathingtakingly beautiful you are. But fuck, it felt wrong to look at his best friend the way he was right now. How could he not though? He wanted to let his mind continue to wander, to continue to fantasise so badly. The internal struggle of wanting to see that dress bunched up at your hips while he ate you out while also knowing he shouldn’t be having these thoughts danced around in his mind. Nonchalance that’s what we will choose for this evening, he thought to himself. But…was he making too much eye contact? Too little? He was beginning to fidget. And it was becoming harder to ignore the tightening in his pants as he watched you scooch into the car next to him. Complete adoration came so much easier to him who was he kidding.

iii loved…no..adored that dress on you. Your perfume was intoxicating enveloping his every sense as you kissed him on the cheek hello, as always. The way you would always say “hello handsome” would make smile, and his cock hard, but this time it absolutely melted iii to the core. A slight blush crept over him. Thank god it was dark out. You’d said it so many times before but this time..this time it felt different for him. Tempting. Alluring. In ways he had pushed down for so long. For years. Were you flirting with him?

He felt himself staring but he couldn’t help it. Your hair was styled up, your soft neck just begging to be kissed he would give anything to bury his face in it. Why did you have to wear your hair the way he loved it?

“Hi beautiful,” he finally said under his breath. So soft you didn’t even hear it. You were hypnotising to him. Always had been. It was your world and he was just happy to be living in it as your best friend. So loveable. You made friends with every person you came in contact with. And you proved him right in this very moment. You were practically friends with the uber driver by the time you reached the club. And he loved that about you. You know in the way a best friend would.

“For fucks sake,” he muttered to himself, as he watched you walk ahead of him.

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“Come on just have one shot with me,” you insisted, dragging him through the crowd to the bar.

He couldn’t help but drape his arms over your shoulders, his tall height towering over you from behind. He found himself cursing under his breath as you leant forward slightly, yelling over the loud music to tell the bartender your order, your ass brushing up against him.

His hands instinctively fell to your waist. And for a second he revelled in how natural it felt to be with you this way, how perfectly you fit against him, how perfectly he would fit between your-

“Get on your knees, you giant.”

And for a second you swear you saw his brain short circuit. “My..my what?,” he stood there frozen staring down at you.

“You heard me. On your knees. You’re so bloody tall and this shot has to go into there,” you teased tapping your finger lightly on his lips.

For a second he hesitated his eyes meeting yours, before wrapping his hand around your wrist gently removing your hand, slowly sinking to his knees. What a delicious sight.

“You’re such a smartass you know that?”

“Says you, now shh,” you tilted his stubbled jaw up and instinctively his lips parted. What a nice place to sit. The thought clouded your mind, uninvited but impossible to ignore. You smiled down at him hesitantly as your pulse raced and your breath deepened watching the liquid pool between his parted lips.

Your core throbbed at the thought of straddling his perfect face. Your fingers in his hair. The noises he would make. The noises he would pull from you.

A single drop escaped his perfect lips, trailing down the corner of his mouth and every part of you wanted to lean in and lick it off.

You both stayed like that for a heartbeat staring at one another before he slowly got up his height more noticeable than usual. His cologne becoming intoxicating. Keep it together, you thought to yourself.

You stood there watching him wipe the drop from his chin licking the liquid off his thumb. His dorky expression looking down at you.

“You okay love?” his hand brushed over your flushed cheek.

Your stomach tightened. God, those hands. Those ridiculously big hands.

Your mind continued to race. Your friendiversary was next week. 3 years. 3 years of stupid inside jokes, late night calls, comforting each other through breakups, and telling yourself it was just friendship. With him being this close to you, looking at you like that, you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore.

You’d thought about him, sure. But everyone’s does. Right? I mean look at him.

It was suddenly feeling warm. Hot. Uncomfortable.

“I need to leave,” you blurted out bolting for the exit.

“What?!” he called after you making his way through the crowd running after you.

The night air hit your skin like a shock, cool and damp against the heat simmering under your cheeks. You inhaled a lungful exhaling slowly as you walked down the sidewalk, finding yourself settled against the brick wall needing something solid to hold you up.

It didn’t take long before iii caught up to you. Stupid long legs. His breath heaved as he came to a halt.

“You’re fucking mad you know that?!” his breath clouded around him as he heaved in the cold air. “Been shouting your name like an idiot. It’s bloody freezing out here.”

You stared up at him as his warm hands instinctively wrapped around yours rubbing them together before draping his jacket over your shoulders. The heat of it and him sank straight into your skin. Comfort washed over you.

“Hi,” you sighed as you met his gaze.

“That’s all I’m getting? A hi?” he chuckled.

His voice softened. “Babe, talk to me. What’s goin’ on in that head of yours?”

You hesitated, watching him shove his hands into his pockets before pulling out his vape, exhaling the vapor into the cold night air beside him. You watched hypnotised as the cloud rose and vanished just like your train of thought.

“I thought you quit,” you attempted to divert.

But iii saw straight through you. “Nope. Also you’re dodging.” He took a step closer, his presence warming up the air between you both. “Why’d you run love, hm?”

And in true you-and-iii fashion you continued your push and pull.

“Can I have a hit?” another poor attempt at diverting.

“You don’t vape. I’ve know you for 3 years and I haven’t seen you smoke or vape once. Don’t change the subject,” he said curtly, making it clear he wasn’t going to budge.

“Maybe I wanna try,” you provoked.

“You wanna try hm?” he smirked, stepping closer.

“Scared I’ll get my cooties on it?” you teased both of you breaking out into laughter.

“You’re so ridiculous, I swear. Can’t be serious for one second can you?” he laughed.

God you loved his laugh. It warmed you to the core knowing only you could make him laugh like that.

His hand reached up, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. Barely a touch, but enough that it made your thighs instinctively squeeze together the suddenly apparent throbbing between them becoming unbearable.

“You’re so annoying, I swear” you murmured, but the words lost their bite as his hand grazed your hip, tentative, testing, your eyes fixed on his lips.

The cold air turned warm as your breath mingled between one another, both inching closer unsure and searching each other’s face for permission, making sure you weren’t crossing a line that either of you wanted to keep. A line that you both knew you could never come back to.

Instinctively your hands snaked around his neck pulling him closer your noses gently brushing against one another your lips barely touching. His lips met yours in a soft short kiss a smile washing over both of you.

“Yeah?” he asked softly against your lips.

“Yeah,” you nodded.

It was the only confirmation you needed, and the only words you could both get out you before finally melting into one another. It felt electric. Perfect. Soft. Sweet. Hot as fuck. Even better than you imagined. And you quickly realised why so many before you had fallen for your best friend.

You so desperately needed him. All of him. And judging by how hard he felt against you, as he picked you up, he needed you just as badly. You instinctively rubbed your now soaked panties against his clothed cock earning a delicious low groan from him. Oh god you needed to hear that again. You swear you would have gladly taken him right there and then in that alleyway if he hadn’t insisted on taking you home.

The drive home was a blur of you and him making out in the back of an uber like you were making up for lost time. His hands wandering close to where you were desperate for him to fill you. Yours running through his hair.

iii unlocked your apartment door with his spare key. “Completely forgot you have a set of keys to my place,” you laughed.

“Well I am your best friend.”

Silence filled the room. Yes you were but do all friends want to climb their bestie like a tree? Do friends want to rip each others clothes off and make each other cum a million times? Do friends want to memorise the feeling of the other’s lips against their skin?

“Glad I remembered them,” he said clearing his voice, as he stepped inside.

You leaned against the wall, watching him kick the door shut. “What, planning a break-in?”

He took a slow step closer. “More like…making sure I don’t waste time knocking.”

Your pulse raced as you watched him unbuckle his belt, throwing his jacket on your couch. “Impatient, huh?”

His eyes dragged over you, deliberate and hungry. “You have no idea.”

“C’mere then,” you said softly.

No more time was wasted. You’d waited long enough already, a second more would have felt like hell. And his lips were heaven. He was heaven. How perfect his hands felt on your ass and thighs as he lifted you up, the slight friction of your already soaked panties against his lower tummy making you moan against his lips and your legs tighten around his waist.

The second your naked back met the mattress his lips were on your neck. Sweet words of affection were whispered against your neck butterflies filling your tummy. Your breath hitched as he kissed along your soft stomach his eyes filled with both adoration and hunger watching your every reaction. iii’s fingers hooked into the waistband of your mesh panties, not before leaving an open mouth kiss to your inner thigh, your clit, your core.

“iii please,” you repeatedly begged lifting your hips for him to slide the fabric down.

The sound of your heartbeat filled your ears as you looked down at your best friend licking a long stripe up your core to your clit. Over and over. His lips glistened with your arousal as he purposefully and perfectly devoured you his moustache adding the perfect friction against the softness of his tongue and lips. His hand never left yours, delicately intertwined grounding you into the moment while the other pushed and curled in and out of you almost immediately bringing you to climax.

“I’ve got you baby, that’s my girl,” he praised breathlessly in awe of you. He was so hard watching the girl he secretly adored for so long come undone for him. Because of him. He wanted this moment burned into his brain forever. The way your lips parted, your brows furrowed, how his name sounded falling from your lips like a prayer, how your hips lifted, your chest heaved, your pussy clenched and flooded around his fingers. He couldn’t help but groan at the sight of you. He needed to taste you again.

His fingers continued slowly pumping in and out of you working you through your orgasm his lips gently kissing your clit.

“Need you,” you panted pulling him up to taste yourself on his lips. Breaking away, his fingers replaced his lips pushing past your parted lips, remembering the drunken confession you told him months ago that you’ve always fantasised about exactly this. It made him feel dizzy and rock hard feeling your tongue swirl and suck on his fingers pushing them in further along your soft tongue.

Everything felt hazy..fuzzy..warm. You were undeniably soaked. Unbelievably aroused sticking your tongue out for him to watch his fingers glide over it knowing he was wishing it was his cock. Removing his fingers, his tongue licked across yours before once again melting against each other’s lips.

There was no coming back from this. Not anymore. Your best friend of 3 years just ate you out and not only did he just eat you out but he did so better than anyone you’d ever been with before. And you wanted more. More of him. All of him.

“You ok love?”

“Yeah,” you sighed lost in him wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Yeah?” he smirked rubbing his nose against yours.

“You got a little something…well a bit of me..” you giggled swiping your thumb over his glistening moustache. His hand caught yours licking your thumb. His eyes softened watching your lips part your other hand running through his hair, down his back, his chest to his waistband.

“I need you so bad,” he pleaded.

“I know, I know. You got me,” you reassured sliding off his boxers immediately stroking him. His hand wrapped around yours showing you how he liked it.

“Oh god, fuck..yeah,” he groaned his brows furrowing his eyes pleading.

Oh he was so delicious. So big in your hand. The feeling of his around yours guiding you up and down his shaft making your pussy drip. Guiding him through your soaked folds had both of you moaning and cursing against one another’s lips.

“Need you to stretch me out and fill my-” your words replaced with moans as he perfectly sunk into you. His forehead pressed against yours as he dragged himself in and out of you.

“Like this baby? Hmm? Feel good? You feel so fucking good around me.”

You swirled your hips as he pushed his cock all the way in, needing to feel every inch of his perfect cock stretching your walls. He pressed your legs back, allowing him to go deeper, the sound of him moaning your name making you clench around him. Your clit rubbed against him as he fucked you at a delicious pace.

“Wanted you for so long. Need you. Always,” he confessed his fingers rubbing soft circles around your clit. You guided his other to wrap around your throat desperate to feel him everywhere. The bed frame rocked repeatedly against the wall behind you as he fucked you at a steady pace hitting that spot inside you like no one had before. Like you needed. Like you deserved.

He looked so perfect above you. His hair flopped over, his skin glistening with sweat, his furrowed brows. And it was all because of you. You watched between you as his long fingers rubbed soft circles over your clit his cock pumping in and out of you his hand on your throat now rolling your nipple between his fingers sending you over the edge.

“Fuck. Please,” is all you could say as you squeezed around him your orgasm washing over you his own not far behind.

“Oh fuck, gonna fill you up baby. Can I?”

“Please,” you said softly, lovingly, your legs locking around him pulling him down into a kiss. He rocked his cock into you his head falling into the side of your neck as he filled you up with his cum riding out his high. His soft moans and whimpers against your neck made you want to never let him go.

“You okay my sweet boy?” You searched his face brushing the hair out of his face. He was so blissed out. His hands rubbed up and down over your chest to your throat tilting your head to the side kissing along your jaw up to your ear.

“Never better,” he said softly kissing just behind your ear.

“No one’s ever made me feel like that. It’s like you just knew exactly what I needed,” you confessed biting your lip your hand running down his chest.

“Well I am your best friend,” he smirked.

“You’re so cheeky, you know that?” you laughed swatting at his chest.