My Husband's Bestfriend Is My Secret Obsession

ANDREA

He stretched his hands and I walked closer to shake it, Jason was right there, smiling his oblivious smile.

The moment his palm slid against mine, a jolt went through me....straight to my core and I took a deep breath as I felt a slick rush of want between my legs.

I pulled my hands back as the more I saw him, the more I was reminded of the night at the club, the more I wanted more.

"It's great to finally meet you, Andrea," Fred said and his voice vibrated in my chest.

He stared into my eyes for few seconds and I know he remembered me.

Of course he did.

I turned to leave when suddenly Jason's phone rang and he glanced at it, picking it from the chair.

"Excuse me," he muttered, standing up.

"Andrea... will you show him to the room? He'll be staying for a month. I need to speak to Loraine."

"Fucking Loraine... again," I whispered under my breath.

And did I just hear him say one month.

"He was going to be staying for a whole month", I thought but before I could even bring myself to say anything, Jason was up the stairs, leaving me with Fred..

The moment Jason was out of sight, I turned to Fred and I saw that the polite mask he had on his face earlier had been replaced by a slow smirk.

"Turns out the mysterious girl was you huh," he said, standing up, walking closer to me.

And at that very moment, I regretted the fact that I had agreed to take off my mask.

If only I didn't.

Then he wouldn't have known it was me.

"I can't believe I made such a stupid mistake", I muttered in my head.

"You do clean up nicely," he murmured, his gaze sweeping from my face down to my gown.

Then I took a deep breath, forcing myself to move towards him.

"Whatever happened was a mistake and It won't happen again.", I said, trying my best not to be loud.

The truth was that the whole sentence was a lie.

I wanted him as bad as anything, but who does that?

Being obsessed with her husband's bestfriend.

His lips curled into a smile and he closed the distance between us.

Before I could react, his hands were on my thigh, making it's way up my legs.

My breath hitched, a sharp, audible gasp I couldn't suppress.

"You think so?" he whispered, standing up to his full height.

I had to tilt my head back..and fuck... he was tall and dangerously hot.

The dim light at the club didn't do justice to his look.

He was everything a woman could dream about.

"I think your body believes otherwise.", he said and his hands hands began to move, slow, maddening circles on my thighs, creeping higher.

In my mind...i was screaming noo...

My husband was upstairs...thinking I was showing his friend his room, while I was here jerking to his touch.

"Your body wants this..." he purred, his voice dropping to a murmur that coiled in my belly.

His hands finally reached my core and he pressed hard.

"See?", He said.

I was dripping, just from his voice.

Right from the moment I set my eyes on him.

"Just my voice and you're already like this," he breathed into my ear, sending shivers doen my spine as his fingers rubbed me through my lace panties, directly on my clit.

"I want you to remember all that happened last night....tell me you don't want more, and that's it. I'll stop. Say the words."

His other hand came up to cup my jaw, forcing my eyes to meet his and his fingers pressed harder, a delicious friction that made my knees tremble.

I bit my lip, hard, to stop the moan fighting its way out.

I couldn't bring myself to say the words...I wanted him.

When he noticed, I wasn't saying anything, his smirk deepened and he pushed my lace panties aside, his fingertip sliding through my wetness with a slick sound.

"So ready for me," he breathed, his own breath warm against my temple.

Then he pushed one finger inside me and my head fell back, a choked cry escaping my bitten lips. My inner muscles clenched around him,

"See?" he growled, his mouth at my ear and his finger began to move in and out of me."You don't lie as well as you think you do, Andrea."

He added a second finger, stretching me further and a broken sob of pleasure escaped me.

His thumb found my clit, circling it in time with the thrust of his fingers.

My legs were shivering, my lips were probably about to fall off from me trying to stop my moans..

My hands flew out, gripping his shoulders for balance, as little gasps escaped my mouth.

My hips moved on their own accord, meeting his thrust.

"That's it," he whispered, his voice rough.

"Take it. You've been thinking about this all day, haven't you? Since the moment you woke up in your husband's bed.", he continued.

Well...that was very true.

He's been on my mind since I woke up.

He increased his pace, and his thumbs pressed harder, I could feel the pressure building, I was close..

Suddenly, Jason's voice cut through my gaze.

"Rea?", He called and I froze.

It was like I was just poured a bucket of Ice water, Fred's fingers were still deep inside me as he didn't remove them.

"I might have to leave for work soon!" Jason shouted.

I wanted to answer him, but I was couldn't, I tried to form words, but all that came out was a strained gasp. If I spoke, it would be a moan.

So I decided not to talk..

Fred leaned in, his breath hot against my ear.

"Answer your husband," he whispered,

"You don't want him to be worried."

He curled his fingers inside me, hitting a spot that made me see stars, I shuddered, panting as I jerked against his hands.....

"Andrea?" Jason's voice came again, closer, like he was coming.

"Did you hear me?", he asked

"Yes, I heard" I called out, my voice strangled, cracking on the last word.

Anything to stop him from coming downstairs.

I could hear his footsteps retreat back and I was relieved.

Fred didn't wait, It looked like he didn't care if Jason saw him or not.

He resumed his ruthless, expert thrust, his fingers driving into me and his thumb circling my clit.

Just as the orgasm felt like it reached the peak and I bit my lips to stop myself from screaming.

We heard the door open and the footsteps indicated that he was coming downstairs.

Fred withdrew his fingers slowly, the loss making me gasp and He brought his hand to his mouth, his eyes locked on mine, and slowly, deliberately, sucked my wetness from his fingers.

He leaned in, his lips against my ear once more. "We'll make sure to finish what we started later," he whispered.

Then he grabbed his bag, his expression shifting back to the polite, casual one he had earlier as if he hadn't just shoved his fingers into me minutes ago.

"The guest room... princess", he said, his voice barely audible and with my chest heaving up and down, I pointed to the room down the hall.

"The guest room's that way," I managed to say, my voice hoarse.

"Thanks for the house tour", he said and I almost scoffed.

House tour indeed.

Jason had walked down the stairs but I couldn't look at him.

If I did, he would see everything written on my face.