The frustration was a physical hum under my skin, a low, throbbing ache that had been building for hours. Upstairs, the soft rustle of textbook pages and the occasional scratch of Ryan’s pen were a maddening soundtrack to my neglect. I could still feel the phantom press of his distracted hands on my hips as I’d tried to climb into his lap, the detached murmur of, “Babe, just wait, I need to finish this chapter.”He might as well have tossed a bucket of ice water on me.So I’d stormed downstairs, my body still buzzing with unspent need, my panties clinging to me, damp and utterly useless. I was a live wire, and the only person in sight was a potential conductor.Leo. Ryan’s best friend. He was sprawled on our couch, idly scrolling through his phone, a picture of casual indifference. My eyes traced the line of his forearm, the way his tendons shifted under his skin as he tapped the screen. He looked good. Relaxed. Available. Everything Ryan wasn't right now.I dropped onto the couch beside him, sinking into the cushions with a huff. The air between us felt thick, charged with a silence that was louder than any music. My heart was starting to hammer against my ribs, a traitorous drumbeat syncing with the throbbing between my legs. This is a terrible idea. The thought was clear, and yet it only made the idea more intoxicating.I could feel the heat of his body next to mine, a solid, warm presence that my own starved skin seemed to lean toward of its own accord. I caught the scent of his cologne, something clean and sharp, so different from Ryan’s. My gaze flicked over him again, and this time, I saw it—the quick, almost imperceptible glance he shot my way before his eyes darted back to his phone. He was looking.A reckless, delicious heat bloomed in my chest. If Ryan was too buried in his books to see what was right in front of him, why should I stay buried in my own frustration?The decision clicked into place with a terrifying finality. I shifted on the cushion, turning my body toward him. The leather sighed under my weight. Leo stilled, his thumb frozen mid-scroll. He knew I was looking now.I leaned in, closing the small, respectable distance between us. My lips brushed the shell of his ear, and I felt him shudder. My voice was a whisper, a breath of sound I could barely hear myself, but I knew he felt every syllable. “He’s not coming down anytime soon.”His head turned, his eyes wide, dark pools of shock and something else—something hot and immediate. His lips parted, but no sound came out. He just stared, his breath catching. And then I felt it. Against my thigh, through the soft fabric of his shorts, the undeniable, hard swell of his cock stirring to life. It was an answer more eloquent than any word.A slow, wicked smile touched my lips. My hand came up, my fingers lightly tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the rough stubble there. I let my thumb brush over his bottom lip. “You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?” I whispered, my own pulse roaring in my ears. “I can see it. I can feel it.”I moved before either of us could think, before sanity could intervene. In one fluid motion, I swung a leg over his hips, settling myself squarely in his lap. The position was intimate, dominant. The denim of my shorts was rough against his thighs. I pressed my chest against his, my breasts flattening against the hard plane of his torso. I could feel the frantic beat of his heart against mine.His hands came up, hovering at my waist for a terrified, exhilarating second before they settled, his fingers digging into the curves of my hips. His grip was firm, possessive. Not hesitant. Not questioning. He made a low, guttural sound in the back of his throat, a groan of pure, unadulterated want.I lowered my mouth to his, not kissing him, just a hair's breadth away. Our breath mingled, hot and shared. I could see every fleck of gold in his brown eyes. The thick ridge of his erection pressed insistently against my core, a promise and a demand all at once. The damp spot on my panties was going to be a dead giveaway.I dropped my voice even lower, a filthy, promising whisper meant only for him. “I am so fucking wet for you right now, Leo. Soaked. All that frustration… it has to go somewhere.” I pressed down, a slow, deliberate grind against his hardness, and he bucked his hips up with a sharp, involuntary jerk. A strangled moan escaped him.His eyes were glazed, locked on mine. I could see the war behind them—loyalty, friendship, battling against a primal, overwhelming hunger. The hunger was winning.I leaned in again, my lips brushing his as I spoke, sealing the deal with the most dangerous words I knew. “I need you to fuck it out of me. Right here. Right now. Before he comes down.”I felt the last of his resistance shatter. His hands slid down from my hips, over the curve of my ass, gripping me with a roughness that made me gasp. His voice was a ragged, breathless thing, raw with desire.

The frustration was a physical hum under my skin, a low, throbbing ache that had been building for hours. Upstairs, the soft rustle of textbook pages and the occasional scratch of Ryan’s pen were a maddening soundtrack to my neglect. I could still feel the phantom press of his distracted hands on my hips as I’d tried to climb into his lap, the detached murmur of, _“Babe, just wait, I need to finish this chapter.”_

He might as well have tossed a bucket of ice water on me.

So I’d stormed downstairs, my body still buzzing with unspent need, my panties clinging to me, damp and utterly useless. I was a live wire, and the only person in sight was a potential conductor.

Leo. Ryan’s best friend. He was sprawled on our couch, idly scrolling through his phone, a picture of casual indifference. _My eyes traced the line of his forearm, the way his tendons shifted under his skin as he tapped the screen._ He looked good. Relaxed. Available. Everything Ryan wasn't right now.

I dropped onto the couch beside him, sinking into the cushions with a huff. The air between us felt thick, charged with a silence that was louder than any music. My heart was starting to hammer against my ribs, a traitorous drumbeat syncing with the throbbing between my legs. _This is a terrible idea._ The thought was clear, and yet it only made the idea more intoxicating.

I could feel the heat of his body next to mine, a solid, warm presence that my own starved skin seemed to lean toward of its own accord. _I caught the scent of his cologne, something clean and sharp, so different from Ryan’s._ My gaze flicked over him again, and this time, I saw it—the quick, almost imperceptible glance he shot my way before his eyes darted back to his phone. He _was_ looking.

A reckless, delicious heat bloomed in my chest. If Ryan was too buried in his books to see what was right in front of him, why should I stay buried in my own frustration?

The decision clicked into place with a terrifying finality. I shifted on the cushion, turning my body toward him. The leather sighed under my weight. Leo stilled, his thumb frozen mid-scroll. He knew I was looking now.

I leaned in, closing the small, respectable distance between us. My lips brushed the shell of his ear, and I felt him shudder. My voice was a whisper, a breath of sound I could barely hear myself, but I knew he felt every syllable. _“He’s not coming down anytime soon.”_

His head turned, his eyes wide, dark pools of shock and something else—something hot and immediate. His lips parted, but no sound came out. He just stared, his breath catching. _And then I felt it._ Against my thigh, through the soft fabric of his shorts, the undeniable, hard swell of his cock stirring to life. It was an answer more eloquent than any word.

A slow, wicked smile touched my lips. My hand came up, my fingers lightly tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the rough stubble there. I let my thumb brush over his bottom lip. _“You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”_ I whispered, my own pulse roaring in my ears. _“I can see it. I can feel it.”_

I moved before either of us could think, before sanity could intervene. In one fluid motion, I swung a leg over his hips, settling myself squarely in his lap. The position was intimate, dominant. The denim of my shorts was rough against his thighs. I pressed my chest against his, my breasts flattening against the hard plane of his torso. I could feel the frantic beat of his heart against mine.

His hands came up, hovering at my waist for a terrified, exhilarating second before they settled, his fingers digging into the curves of my hips. His grip was firm, possessive. _Not hesitant. Not questioning._ He made a low, guttural sound in the back of his throat, a groan of pure, unadulterated want.

I lowered my mouth to his, not kissing him, just a hair's breadth away. Our breath mingled, hot and shared. I could see every fleck of gold in his brown eyes. The thick ridge of his erection pressed insistently against my core, a promise and a demand all at once. The damp spot on my panties was going to be a dead giveaway.

I dropped my voice even lower, a filthy, promising whisper meant only for him. _“I am so fucking wet for you right now, Leo. Soaked. All that frustration… it has to go somewhere.”_ I pressed down, a slow, deliberate grind against his hardness, and he bucked his hips up with a sharp, involuntary jerk. A strangled moan escaped him.

His eyes were glazed, locked on mine. I could see the war behind them—loyalty, friendship, battling against a primal, overwhelming hunger. The hunger was winning.

I leaned in again, my lips brushing his as I spoke, sealing the deal with the most dangerous words I knew. _“I need you to fuck it out of me. Right here. Right now. Before he comes down.”_

I felt the last of his resistance shatter. His hands slid down from my hips, over the curve of my ass, gripping me with a roughness that made me gasp. His voice was a ragged, breathless thing, raw with desire.

A neglected girlfriend, aching with desire, seeks solace in her boyfriend's best friend, who is more than willing to oblige. The tension builds as she makes a reckless decision to act on her frustration, leading to a heated encounter on the couch while her boyfriend remains blissfully unaware upstairs.

I let my boyfriend's friend fuck me while he is busy studying upstairs

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