Chapter ５

I'm drawn in against myself. 

"Haven't slept yet?"

I hop off the sofa. “Milo! I was shocked.”

He enters the kitchen and grabs a glass. “Sorry. I didn't sleep." He indicates the glass. "Beverage?"

“Sure.” I frown as he pours two whiskey cups. "You'll sleep"

“Maybe.” He sits down next me. Every other time, he'd switch chairs or place a pillow between us.   His weight pulls down my cushion and slides me toward him. “Here.”

  I don't know where the line is because I want to get onto his lap.

  He doesn't sleep as well as Darren, so I'd see him . We've drank and spoken before, but never like this. As though we both knew that sitting on the same sofa and drinking would be a disaster.

"Please answer my inquiry honestly."

I put the glass down and focus on him. “Sure.”

Milo looks at my face, Darren's sweater-covered torso, and naked legs. "Did you wear it to see me?"

I sweat but retain his eyes. As if this were the night I crossed it. “Um.” I lick my lips, knowing he's watching. “Maybe.” I continue when he doesn't move or breathe. "You looked at me today. You constantly watch me."

"You're mine." He says it as fact, as if he isn't violating a thousand borders. Since I saw you in white marrying my closest buddy, I've desired you.

Milo  large hand settles over my knee, making its goal clear. "I know how you watch me."

"  Milo, you're good-looking. Yes, I'm watching. " My legs are on his lap. His hand slides another inch up my thigh, and my sweater slides unforgivably high.

"No,"

I'm excited. As much as I want to be captivated, there's power in pushing us into this delusion. I slide Milo's hand up one inch. "Heard us fucking earlier?"

"You needed to hear." By the way his jaw clenches, I know he can see my pussy.

"Yes?"

“Yes.”

"What do you think Darren would say if I tell him you're flashing your pussy at me?

The room feels 1000 degrees hotter than before. "He's silent." I nuzzle his hand and straddle him. "Don't tell him." His hands go up my thighs to my hips as he lifts the sweater. 

“Grace.”   "You're naked. It makes me assume you want to fuck me.”

"I'm moist and needy." I put two fingers in my pussy. I can hear myself dripping. I put them to his lips. “See.”

Milo takes me deep as his tongue strokes my skin. He gives me one more suck and releases me, looking pained. "Baby. I'm great friends with your hubby.

“Right.” Guilt floods me. "Correct. Apologies.”

When I attempt to get off Milo, he holds my hips.  "It'd be a pity to abandon that pussy. I " He looks at me. "Wait."

I murmur, "Okay." Before I can stop myself, I throw the sweatshirt at his feet. It

His eyes devour me. "No"

  I cup and stroke my breasts, squeezing them into peaks. His closeness makes me hotter. When will he breach his promise? One method to tell. Need... I retouch his lips. He swallows them, and I massage my clit with them.

"Feel good?"

“Yes.”  Two fingers poke me. "I have little fingers."

He sighs, "Fuck." . "Use my."

I take his hand and place it between my thighs immediately. After some thought, I position him next to his cock, two fingers at attention. It seems like I'm manipulating a Milo sex doll, and it's so gross. I groan against his fingertips.

 "Shhh, or Darren'll wake up."

He's still. Holds completely motionless as I rub his fingers and clit. Naked and exposed makes this sexier. If Darren walked out, I couldn't pretend I wasn't riding his best friend's fingers.

"Sexy, fuck." He grunts. "You're not cheating on Darren when you feed him a dildo, are you? Your plaything. "

I release his fingers and brush my breasts on his face. Milo doesn't care if I'm a toy; he still licks and swallows my nipples. His beard amplifies the feeling. I feel his hands on my thighs but don't grasp his goal until I fall and see his naked cock. I hold him motionless and stroke his body. 

  "Wouldn't it be nice to have that toy?"

Now I'm the hesitant one.  I'm being touched. Grabbing my ass and squeezing, he guided me forward and up. Down his stomach to his cock. 

"No, Milo." My hips roll to let him in. "Fuck, that's good." I continue along his length. 

"Yes, honey. One stroke isn't enough." He pulls me close, locking us.

This posture is 1000 times hotter than behind me. Or maybe I'm imagining cheating on my hubby. I rock his cock, but he won't let me go. Milo reclines so my tits are in his face as I moan.   He grinds me into a whimper. "Why would I leave this hot pussy? Grace, you're wet. Only me.”

I bring his head to my breasts by his hair. 

He continues grinding me on his cock and stomach. It's so nasty, a breach of our guidelines.   He suckings one nipple makes me moan. I could survive this stroke alone.

  "No. He'll know if you enter me. We'll be caught."

"Sure, baby." He licks my breast with his tongue. "I'll lick your pussy clean if I come inside.   He won't know you rode my cock, took me so deep, and used me as your sex toy."

  I writhe on his cock, moaning and whimpering, forgetting to be silent. Milo holds me close, his face showing astonishment. Grace. Perfect.”

  I work on his cock as much as he'll let me. "This is crazy. Stop!"

"Grace! Late. You allowed me in, and I've spent seven years fantasizing about fucking you."  He grips my hips. "Want me to stop?" He smiles wildly. "Do you want a real fucking?"

I offer him the only answer to that question. Continue.

He puts his arm around my waist and places me on the sofa. Milo keeps kneeling between my parted knees, despite my half-expectation. He widens and presses my thighs. "I couldn't see"