Best of Friends 37 - Passion

Mike pushed into Noah and Rachel, causing all three to fall into the apartment.

"Mike!" Rachel shouted as she rolled over and laughed. Mike quickly crawled over and grabbed her waist, pulling her underneath him.

"Oh shit! Was that me? Fuck, sorry bout that… how embarrassing.” He pressed his lips against hers. God, he was such a good kisser when he was drunk.

“I just want you so… fucking… bad…" He said. Rachel felt him squeeze her hips tightly. He was ravenous. She could feel it in his thrusts. In the way his tongue pushed past her lips and danced with hers. In the way he groped her breasts like his life depended on it.

She forgot how good it felt to be under him. To feel his cock against her while running her hands along his toned muscles. Ecstasy slowly took over as Rachel began to moan. Then she heard the front door lock. She looked past Mike and saw Noah putting her things on the table. He smiled when they caught eachother’s gaze.

It was innocent, but the guilt Rachel felt wasn't. She glanced at the door, worried Mel might hear them. Mike began to undo his pants, and Rachel promptly pushed him away.

"Mike, let's slow down," she said with an uncomfortable laugh. Mike promptly rolled off her onto his back and let out a loud groan.

"Sorry... you’re just... so fucking hot…" He closed his eyes and burped. "So fucking perfect…"

Rachel stood and walked over to Noah.

"Sorry," she said nervously. Noah looked at her, confused.

"What do you mean?"

"I should've… I shouldn't have just started like that." Rachel shook her head as she felt a wellspring of pain form in her chest. She glanced back at the door and began to tremble before she had a chance to register what was happening. The tears came quickly, and she felt terrible when Noah stepped forward and rubbed her shoulder.

She could hear Mel in the back of her mind.

Telling her that she was doing it again. That he was manipulating Noah with her tears. That she didn’t really care about his feelings, she was just covering her tracks. She had jumped into Mike’s arms without a second thought. She was selfish. Self-centered. Evil. She wanted to close her eyes and disappear.

"Hey, Rachel," Noah’s soft voice pulled her back to the present.

“I’m so sorry,” Rachel said.

"Yo, is everything good?" Mike asked, sitting up with surprising sobriety.

"It's fine," Rachel said with a wave. She took a deep breath and shook her hands. "God! I'm so sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me! The night was going so well!"

"It's fine, you don't need to apologize," Noah assured her.

"Yeah, for real, don't say sorry. Did like... something happen?" Mike was never great with words, but he was just as sweet as Noah, in his own way.

“I... so much has happened,” Rachel said with a heavy voice. She shook her head. “I guess it’s catching up with me.”

"Yeah, it has been a long week," Noah added. "Honestly, it’s kind of my fault.”

“Don’t say that, Noah, that’s not fair,” Rachel said.

"Woah woah, slooow down," Mike stepped forward and scratched his butt. "What the fuck happened?”

Noah sighed. "It's… a long story.”

"I mean, we got time," Mike replied.

Noah looked at Rachel.

“Are you cool if I tell him?” He asked her.

Rachel glanced at Mike nervously. Years of conditioning had told her not to speak about these kinds of things with men. Historically, save for Noah, nearly all of them reacted negatively. But she wanted it to be different with Mike. So, with a deep breath, Rachel told the truth.

"Noah… kissed someone," Rachel said.

Mike nodded, as if waiting for her to finish the rest of the story. Then, after a moment of silence, he glanced between them.

"Wait, that's it?" He asked.

Noah nodded shamefully. "Yeah, it was a pretty big fuck up."

Mike let out a loud, barreling laugh. "That's fucking it?! You didn't fuck anyone?"

"Well… no but–"

"Holy shit, I thought it was like something serious! Jesus, you two are fucking funny." Mike continued to laugh as he shook his head. He walked over to the kitchen and opened the fridge.

"Yo! Where are the buds?!" He shouted.

Rachel stared, dumbfounded. She sometimes envied how simple Mike’s view of things was. He was so unapologetically blatant with life that it was contagious.

"You drank it all," she said, looking at Noah and smiling.

"You doing better?" He whispered. Rachel nodded.

"I think so.”

They followed Mike into the kitchen. He had pulled out a Pabst and cracked it open.

"Mike, you sure you’re good to keep drinking?” Noah asked.

"The buzz is wearing off, bro," Mike said, chugging half the beer and burping. "Fuck, this tastes like shit, but it'll do."

"Ew, Mike…" Rachel said, grimacing.

"What?!"

"The burping is gross.”

"Eh," He waved her off and walked towards them, giving Noah a smirk. "So, you kissed someone, huh?"

He said it with cheeky inflection, raising both his eyebrows as he sipped his beer. Noah looked away, fighting back a laugh.

"Why do you have to say it like that, man?" Noah said.

"What?! What the fuck else am I supposed to say?!" He drank his beer and glanced at Rachel. "You get jealous?"

Rachel pursed her lips and glared.

"Maybe," She said. Mike chuckled.

"Yeah, you seem like the jealous type.”

It was then that Rachel realized this nonchalant attitude was intentional. Mike was putting on an act to get them to relax.

It was... clever.

Rachel found herself surprised as she began to realize there was more to Mike.

"What is that supposed to mean?!" Rachel said, feeling lighter with every word.

Mike shrugged. "You just seem like you'd get a little jealous." He looked at Noah and smirked, downing the rest of his beer. He held back a burp, crushed the can, and tossed it into the sink.

"Mike! I swear to God," Rachel said.

"Right, sorry, recycling or whatever," He grabbed the can and tossed it before going back to the fridge. "Noah, you want one man?"

"Nah, I'm good," Noah said calmly. He moved closer to Rachel, their fingers intertwined on the counter.

"Shit, you sure, man?"

"I'm sure."

"What about you, Rach?" Mike asked, pointing at her.

"No, I'm good, thank you, though," Rachel said.

"Man, I'm going to be the only one with a buzz?" He closed the fridge and cracked open a beer.

"Looks that way," she said playfully.

“Uh-huh... so...” Mike turned to the couple. “Can I know who it was?”

Rachel froze. There was no way in hell she was going to utter Mel’s name.

“That’s not important,” She blurted out shortly.

“Oooooh!” Mike’s brows perked up, and a devilish grin formed on his face. “Bruh, who the FUCK did you kiss?! She is REALLY jealous!”

Noah rubbed the back of his neck. It was clear the conversation was weighing heavily on him.

“Mike! This is serious!” Rachel snapped.

“Naaaah,” Mike waved her off. “It’s not.”

“And how do you know that?”

“I’ll prove it.” Mike looked at Noah. “Bro, was the kiss serious?”

“No,” Noah said quickly and firmly.

“See?!” Mike said, pointing back at Rachel. “That’s fucking it right there.”

“It’s not that simple, Mike,” Rachel said, though she was beginning to doubt if that was true.

“It actually fucking is, though,” Mike said with another belch. Rachel grimaced, but said nothing. “Look, I know you wanna make it into a big fucking thing because you’re like. ‘Oh shit, my man! Someone wants my man!’ But for dudes, it’s so much fucking simpler than that.”

“Wow, Mike, I had no idea. Please, tell me more about how I feel,” Rachel said. She wanted to be annoyed, but Mike was too playful for it to stick. He wasn’t speaking to her condescendingly. He was speaking with a kind of leveled indifference.

And it was working for her.

“I’m not telling you to do shit. I’m just saying you don’t have to worry, right, Noah?” Mike said.

“Right,” Noah answered, a bit more encouraged. “It really didn’t mean anything, and it’s not like I want to explore stuff with other women.”

“See! Look...” Mike sideled up to Rachel. “You are both having fun, right? It’s all just for fun...” He glanced down at her body.

“Just for fun...” His voice softened as he grabbed her hips.

His tone was surprisingly tender, and very unlike Mike. Just as quickly as it came, it was gone. He smirked and pulled her close.

“So, we fucking or what?”

“Jesus Mike!” Rachel slapped his chest with a laugh.

“There she is,” Mike said with a smile. “You feeling better?”

Rachel nodded.

“Yes, thank you.” She looked at Noah. “How about you, babe?”

Noah gave a thumbs up.

“I’m doing great. Appreciate you, Mike.”

“Ohhh, you guys, you’re gonna make me fucking blush,” Mike said as his hand trailed up Rachel’s neck. “Now let me taste you.”

Rachel let out a breath as Mike’s lips crashed against hers. She felt his thick cock through his joggers pushing against her.

Jesus, Mike had done it. He had fixed what hours of journaling couldn’t.

It was just a kiss. She got a little jealous. It wasn't a big deal.

And now, she was going to be fucked by Mike.

Casual. Simple. Beautiful. Wonderful Mike.

Rachel felt Mike’s tongue push into her mouth as he squeezed her breasts. She could taste the beer on him. It tasted so good. She let him take her. Let him grope and squeeze and savor every last ounce of her.

He deserved it.

When he pulled away, Rachel grabbed his thumb and put it between her lips. Sucking slowly as she twirled her tongue around it. Then she popped it out of her mouth.

"Maybe I will have a little beer," She said.

Mike stared at her long and hard. It was a gaze of pure desire. Of deep longing.

Of real passion.

Mike smiled brighter than Rachel had ever seen.

“You got it,” he said, promptly walking over to the fridge and getting her a cold can. He stepped close and let their lips graze as he handed it to her. She took it and drank, looking him in the eyes as she did. Mike turned to get another.

"Wait," Rachel said. Mike stopped. She took a big swig of beer, walked over to him, and kissed him.

She let the beer pass between them. She let it mix with their lips and tongues. Mike immediately turned ravenous. He hoisted her onto the kitchen island and squeezed her ass with his meaty hands. She could barely catch a breath as he began to pull at her dress and expose her breasts.

Mike latched onto them. "Fuck you are so fucking hot!"

Rachel arched her neck and looked back at Noah as Mike sucked on her nipples.

Noah had taken a seat in one of the kitchen island chairs and was undoing his pants.

It was perfect, all so perfect.

Rachel smiled at Noah as she gripped the back of Mike’s head. He pulled her dress down her waist and past her legs, leaving only her green underwear. His eyes followed the center line of her stomach.

Mike pulled her close.

Rachel wrapped her legs around him.

"Are you going to fuck me here?" She asked. Mike smirked and glanced over at Noah.

"Whatya think, bro? Should we?"

Rachel looked over and blushed when she saw Noah already stroking himself.

"I'm down,” he said softly. His tone carried a familiar inflection of uncertainty. But Rachel thought better of it. He was an adult. He’d let her know if something was wrong. She could trust him.

Mike grabbed Rachel’s neck and turned her face towards him.

He kissed her while pulling down her panties.

Rachel moaned as his flushed, swollen cock slapped against her. He thrust several times eagerly. Then grabbed Rachel’s hips tightly as he slowly pushed himself into her.

"Oh fuck, Mike!" Rachel shouted. His girth was unreal. It fit her perfectly, just perfectly. It applied just the right pressure, and the way he thrusted hit just the right spot. And he was gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous.

There was a reason her sister wanted to fuck him, too.

Everyone wanted to fuck him. Everyone wanted to be under him. It was that perfect, chiselled smile. The way his abs cut away when he flexed. The fact that she couldn’t get her hands around his biceps. The way his tight, round butt looked.

Mike was like a Greek statue.

And apparently, he also had a heart of gold.

And an incredibly thick, hard cock.

A cock that was slowly stretching her.

His body pressed against hers as he fully entered.

Rachel’s nails trailed down his back as he thrust.

And thrust.

And thrust.

A dull, gentle thud. Passionate and carnal.

He lifted her slightly off the counter, pulling her onto his dick like a toy.

And yet, he was tender.

Strong and gentle.

An animal and a man.

As Rachel’s orgasm began to near, her phone went off. It danced on the counter as Mike put her down and buried his face between her breasts.

The phone buzzed as Mike thrust with satisfying, guttural groans.

"FUCKING SHIT!" He slammed into her.

Over and over.

Gripping her hips and pumping with all the force his body could manage. Rachel's head swung wildly as Mike pounded her apart.

Then Mike’s phone went off in his shorts.

The ringtone was a mixture of farts and duck sounds, followed by lyrics sung by a man who sounded like a WWE announcer.

“Ohhhh yeaaah, it's the gay man. Uh huhhhh, the gay boy is calling."

The farts grew louder. Mike pulled out of Rachel as he scrambled to his shorts and silenced the phone.

He slammed himself back into Rachel.

The phone went off again.

“Ohhh yeahh, the gay boy is calllllinnnnnn.”

A huge fart followed, and Rachel burst into laughter.

"What is that ringtone?!" She shouted.

Mike shook his head, snorting as he pulled out of Rachel with a satisfying pop.

"Fucking Ethan, man!" Mike said, storming back to his phone.

"That is your ringtone for Ethan?!" Noah asked.

"It's an inside joke, alright?!" He pulled out his phone and silenced it. "There."

As he returned to Rachel, her phone started buzzing again. She looked over, confused, then reached for it.

"No way, it's fucking Ethan,” she said.

"Ohhhh shit! You think he's onto us?!" Mike asked, comically enthusiastic.

"You should answer it, Rachel," Noah added. Rachel looked between them both.

"What?! No way,” she protested.

"No, you totally should! Put it on speaker!" Mike said. He moved back between her legs. Rachel's lips parted as he slowly lined himself up with her. "Try not to moan too loud."

There it was again. That dangerous passion.

Rachel had never seen someone look so deep into her soul.

She bit her lip.

Then pressed the speaker button as Mike slowly pushed his way back inside her.

"Hello?" She said through waves of pleasure.

Mike pumped slowly. Her insides tightened as his girth stretched her.

"Yo, you with Mike?" Ethan asked shortly.

Rachel looked into Mike's eyes.

God, those eyes could melt any woman.

"What should I say?" She mouthed, smiling. Mike answered by increasing his rhythm. His girth pulsed in and out. Rachel could barely remember where she was.

"Are you there?" Ethan said.

"I-I am…" Rachel tried to keep her voice steady, but it was becoming impossible. Mike plowed into her with increasing force as he began to lose himself in her.

As she lost herself in him.

She would miss this when it was gone.

Rachel let Mike take her.

"Is Mike with you right now?" Ethan’s voice rose in tone. He tried to sound indifferent. A poor attempt at hiding jealousy and betrayal.

And as if he'd been waiting for it, Mike leaned forward close to the phone.

"Bro, I'm fucking her right now!" He shouted.

"Bro, what the fuck?!" Ethan shouted through the phone.

Mike's pace never stopped. He grew bolder, thrusting into Rachel so hard it made her shout in ecstasy.

"Bruh, are you fucking serious? This is fucked up, dog," Ethan sounded like a stranger. He seemed timid and uncertain.

And then, squeezing Rachel's tit firmly, Mike leaned close to the phone once more.

"Well, you'd better get over here before we have all the fun!" He looked at Rachel and winked.

Rachel realized Mike might actually like this more than she and Noah did. She glanced over at Noah, eyes filled with surprise as Mike continued to pound in her relentlessly.

Noah simply shrugged, giving a thumbs-up.

If he was ok with it, Rachel certainly wasn't going to say no.

She would let Mike take her anyway he wanted.

Still being fucked wildly, she spoke into the phone.

"Are... are you coming?" Her words were breathless.

The line went silent.

Mike leaned forward, the sweat on his brow glistening in the kitchen light.

He raised Rachel's legs over his shoulders.

And began to pile drive.

Ethan was silent as Mike and Rachel’s moans bled together.

"I told you, I'm not into the sharing shit!" Ethan finally blurted out.

She looked into Mike’s eyes and took in that gorgeous smile of his.

She knew he wanted this, and Rachel would make sure Mike got what he wanted.

"I'll let you cum in me if you come over."

She looked over at Noah, all too pleased with herself. His aggressive stroking seemed to be his sign of approval.

The slaps between Mike and Rachel carried through the phone.

Then, finally, as Mike bottomed out and let out a loud groan.

As Rachel’s legs shook as she erupted in a sudden, intense orgasm.

Ethan finally answered.

"I'll be over in twenty, but I don't want any dicks touching my dick!"

"Just get over here fuck face!" Mike said. He grabbed Rachel's phone and shut it off.

“You happy?” Rachel asked him as his lips lowered to hers.

“You have no fucking idea,” Mike said, kissing her deeply.

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