I knew I was the worst kind of friend. The kind who smiled to your face while plotting how to fuck your girl behind your back. Worst part? I didn’t even feel guilty anymore. Not really. Not after the first time Tara looked at me with those dark, knowing eyes and whispered something that made my fucking cock twitch in my pants.It all started innocently enough. My boy, Jake, introduced us like he was showing off a damn trophy. Look at her, his smirk seemed to say, this girl’s mine. And she was stunning—no denying that. Tight jeans hugging her ass like they were painted on, a top that dipped just low enough to tease, and that smile. That fucking smirk that made me want to pin her against the nearest wall and see if it would break. She held my hand a little too long when we shook, her fingers warm and deliberate, and I knew right then she wasn’t as loyal as Jake thought.At first, I told myself to back off. Jake was my bro, my ride-or-die. But Tara… she had this way of making it impossible to think straight. One night, Jake left us alone to grab more beers from the store. The door hadn’t even clicked shut before she leaned in close, her breath hot against my ear. “You ever wonder what I taste like?” Her voice was low, sultry, and it sent a jolt straight to my fucking dick. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My hand was already under her shirt, fingers tracing the edge of her bra while she bit her lip, watching me with those hungry eyes.When she kissed me, it wasn’t tentative or shy. It was deep, greedy, her tongue sliding into my mouth like she’d been waiting for this moment forever. I lost myself in it, in her, my other hand gripping her waist to pull her closer. By the time we heard the key in the door, I had my hard-on stuffed back in my pants, her lips swollen and red, both of us pretending nothing had happened.But something had happened. After that night, it was like we couldn’t stop. Every time Jake turned his back—whether it was to take a shower or step outside for a smoke—Tara and I found each other. It was always quick, frantic, the risk of getting caught only making it hotter. Once, with the sound of running water masking her moans, I had her pinned against the bathroom wall, my cock slamming into her from behind while she dug her nails into my arms and whispered, “Faster, before he comes back.” Another time, she dropped to her knees the second Jake stepped out onto the balcony, her mouth wrapping around my dick so tight I had to bite my fist to keep from groaning.Last week took it to a whole new level. Jake was passed out on the couch, beer bottle dangling from his fingers, while Tara straddled me in the kitchen. She rode me slow at first, her hips grinding in a way that made me throb, but soon she was bouncing on my cock like she couldn’t get enough. Her hand was clamped over her mouth to muffle her moans, but every now and then a whimper would escape, and I’d catch myself glancing over at Jake, half-expecting him to wake up and catch us. The thought of it—of him seeing me balls-deep in his girl—nearly made me cum right then and there.I know it’s fucked up. Jake thinks I’m his loyal wingman, the guy who’d never betray him. And Tara? She’s my dirty little secret, the one I can’t resist no matter how many times I tell myself this has to end. But then she calls me, her voice dripping with need, and I’m right back where I started—fucking her like she’s mine and mine alone.Tonight felt different though. Jake’s been quieter than usual, his eyes lingering on Tara a little too long when he thinks I’m not looking. And earlier, when he went to grab a drink, he stopped and glanced back at us before walking away. I could’ve sworn I saw something shift in his expression—a flicker of suspicion that made my stomach knot. But then Tara reached for me, her fingers brushing my thigh under the table, and all I could think about was how badly I wanted her.The moment Jake left the room again—something about needing to make a call—Tara was on me. Her lips crashed into mine, her hands tugging at my shirt as she whispered, “I need you right now.” I didn’t argue. My hands were already on her waist, pulling her closer as my tongue explored her mouth...

The chapter starts with me, Jake's friend, admitting I've been hooking up with his girl, Tara, behind his back. Tara and I first kissed when Jake left us alone to get beers, and since then, we've been sneaking around, having sex whenever Jake isn't looking. I'm starting to think Jake might be onto us.

I knew I was the worst kind of friend. The kind who smiled to your face while plotting how to fuck your girl behind your back. __Worst part?__ I didn’t even feel guilty anymore. Not really. Not after the first time Tara looked at me with those dark, knowing eyes and whispered something that made my fucking cock twitch in my pants.

It all started innocently enough. My boy, Jake, introduced us like he was showing off a damn trophy. _Look at her_, his smirk seemed to say, _this girl’s mine_. And she was stunning—no denying that. Tight jeans hugging her ass like they were painted on, a top that dipped just low enough to tease, and that smile. That fucking smirk that made me want to pin her against the nearest wall and see if it would break. She held my hand a little too long when we shook, her fingers warm and deliberate, and I knew right then she wasn’t as loyal as Jake thought.

At first, I told myself to back off. Jake was my bro, my ride-or-die. But Tara… she had this way of making it impossible to think straight. One night, Jake left us alone to grab more beers from the store. The door hadn’t even clicked shut before she leaned in close, her breath hot against my ear. _“You ever wonder what I taste like?”_ Her voice was low, sultry, and it sent a jolt straight to my fucking dick. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My hand was already under her shirt, fingers tracing the edge of her bra while she bit her lip, watching me with those hungry eyes.

When she kissed me, it wasn’t tentative or shy. It was deep, greedy, her tongue sliding into my mouth like she’d been waiting for this moment forever. I lost myself in it, in her, my other hand gripping her waist to pull her closer. By the time we heard the key in the door, I had my hard-on stuffed back in my pants, her lips swollen and red, both of us pretending nothing had happened.

But something _had_ happened. After that night, it was like we couldn’t stop. Every time Jake turned his back—whether it was to take a shower or step outside for a smoke—Tara and I found each other. It was always quick, frantic, the risk of getting caught only making it hotter. Once, with the sound of running water masking her moans, I had her pinned against the bathroom wall, my cock slamming into her from behind while she dug her nails into my arms and whispered, _“Faster, before he comes back.”_ Another time, she dropped to her knees the second Jake stepped out onto the balcony, her mouth wrapping around my dick so tight I had to bite my fist to keep from groaning.

Last week took it to a whole new level. Jake was passed out on the couch, beer bottle dangling from his fingers, while Tara straddled me in the kitchen. She rode me slow at first, her hips grinding in a way that made me throb, but soon she was bouncing on my cock like she couldn’t get enough. Her hand was clamped over her mouth to muffle her moans, but every now and then a whimper would escape, and I’d catch myself glancing over at Jake, half-expecting him to wake up and catch us. The thought of it—of him seeing me balls-deep in his girl—nearly made me cum right then and there.

I know it’s fucked up. Jake thinks I’m his loyal wingman, the guy who’d never betray him. And Tara? She’s my dirty little secret, the one I can’t resist no matter how many times I tell myself this has to end. But then she calls me, her voice dripping with need, and I’m right back where I started—fucking her like she’s mine and mine alone.

Tonight felt different though. Jake’s been quieter than usual, his eyes lingering on Tara a little too long when he thinks I’m not looking. And earlier, when he went to grab a drink, he stopped and glanced back at us before walking away. I could’ve sworn I saw something shift in his expression—a flicker of suspicion that made my stomach knot. But then Tara reached for me, her fingers brushing my thigh under the table, and all I could think about was how badly I wanted her.

The moment Jake left the room again—something about needing to make a call—Tara was on me. Her lips crashed into mine, her hands tugging at my shirt as she whispered, _“I need you right now.”_ 

I didn’t argue. My hands were already on her waist, pulling her closer as my tongue explored her mouth...

A loyal friend's betrayal unfolds as he secretly engages in a forbidden affair with his best friend's girlfriend, driven by an irresistible attraction and the thrill of their risky encounters. Their clandestine meetings escalate in intensity and frequency, testing the boundaries of their deception as they struggle with the guilt and the thrill of their illicit relationship.

My best friend thinks I'm his wingman but doesn't know I’m fucking his girlfriend behind his back.

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