I’m stuck back here with him, jammed in so tight that I’m practically sitting on his lap. He’s not being subtle about he wants and I have to keep reminding myself that what he wants is so very wrong. He’s my husband’s best friend, and my husband is the one driving this car.
The cross country trip was supposed to be just my husband and me moving across the country to start a new life. I would have been happy, happy because we got away from him.
He’s never played coy with me. He’s been blunt and coarse in his interest. My husband’s best friend promises me more than my husband can give, and here in the back seat I’m tempted to take it all.
He talked his way into this trip with us and so now I’m stuck with him again. More than that I’m stuck here in the backseat with him. My husband’s handsome best friend wants me. He’ll do anything to have me.
The boxes give us cover, but my husband is so close. His best friend has his hands on me, drawing cries of pleasure from my body. He’s making it hard to ignore, to pretend this isn’t happening.
The farther this goes the harder it is to resist him. I want to give this man every inch of myself and see if he can make good on his promise. Even if it’s wrong, I want to say yes.
He promised me a night I’d never forget. He’s got me for a week, trapped in the back seat of this car.
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Mitch was talking, but I was having a really hard time concentrating. I was focused on the feel of Eric on my body. His hands. His arms. His cock.
All of it was pressing on me, pressuring me to give in to this need and desire that I knew that he could satisfy. All it was making me ache and remember how long it had been since I’d last gotten a taste of something good.
“This is so wrong,” I groaned back at Eric, “Mitch is right up front.”
“And not able to see a thing,” he said playfully as his fingers gently stroked my breast and inner thigh, “Not able to hear anything either by the sounds of it. We’ve got near full privacy back here Ry, well if you don’t count the passing cars.”
I was barely holding on, let alone being concerned about the other drivers on the road. My whole body was practically shaking as he plucked my strings and played me like a master, moving me just enough that my ass ground back and forth reflexively on his cock.
“Don’t tell me you’re not curious,” he cooed, “Don’t tell me you don’t want to even just see it. You know it’s big, I’m sure you’ve heard how big it really is. How about it Ry? Want to come eye-to-eye and see if your willpower can keep you safe?”
There was a click of my seatbelt and it unfurled around me. That and the sudden absence of his hands made me move and shuffle and spin on him.
I tried to look him in the eye. I swear that I did.
But the fucking basketball shorts he was wearing didn’t hide a thing. His cock was bulging obscenely and all I could think about was the size of it and his words.
His belief.
That he thought I would be the one to take all of that.
It had to be fake. Some stupid prank of his. There was no way that any man could have a cock that big. There was no way that any man with a cock that big could think that it would fit into a little woman like me.
Science. An investigation. Calling his bluff.
As my hands moved forward and tugged at his shorts, excuse after excuse ran through my brain. All of them had one thing in common.
I wasn’t doing this because I couldn’t help myself. I wasn’t doing this because I wanted to.
But those were just excuses. Those were just lies.
His cock wasn’t a lie.
Everything that every woman who had spoken to me about his size had said was true. I had no idea they got that big. It was enormous and I felt tiny and weak in comparison to it.
By the time I laid eyes on it I was lost to it and I knew it. My hands reached out, entranced as my fingers twitched in anticipation of feeling it.
I know that Eric is grinning cockily, knowing that he has me. I know that it’s wrong to do this, that he has nothing but the worst intentions for my husband. I know that he wants to ruin me and ruin us and push a wedge into my marriage.
I know that it’s wrong, but it feels so right.