I'm sorry, Izzy. [Cypher's Tales]

He rolls over on top of me again and I laugh but his kiss quiets me immediately. I roll over underneath him, so I am on my stomach. I look back up at him. “Fuck me in the ass baby,” I say, watching the reaction in his eyes and loving every second of the lust that burns within them.

I guess he really did want to fuck Izzy’s asshole, and she never let him. Well, he _can _have me. I know that I am no consolation prize to him either. I know the desire he is finally releasing on me very well; It is the same desire I have had for him for many years.

In less than 10 minutes I am gripping the sheets again, flat on my stomach and moaning as Owen straddles me and pounds his thick cock in and out of my asshole. I do my best to look over my shoulder at him so that he can see my eyes that shine with satisfaction. Owen loves my efforts at being cute for him. everything from the small noises I make to the way I look at him with adoration. He strings together curses and moans as his large hands clench down on my hips and his balls slap against me while my tight asshole grips his big cock.

His nonstop calling me baby and telling me I am a good girl has been making me cum consistently every 5 minutes. I rock and shudder through another one, furiously sliding my hand over my soaking clit and crying out in carnal lust. Owen starts to push deeper into me almost putting his whole weight into burying himself further within me. Before long, he is moaning like an animal and ropes of his hot cum are blasting from his dick again.

I fuck him another 4 times that night and by 3 in the morning I think he has cum at least twice in each hole, on my stomach, my face, and my back. We used a total of zero condoms, and I think Owen gave me 13 orgasms—but who’s counting. Watching his face as he cums for me is so ungodly satisfying. There is something indescribably addicting in having such power over the pleasure of another person. Especially _this _person that I have wanted for so long.

I had never done some of the things I did with Owen and by his reactions neither had he—he had enjoyed them all though. 8 videos of me cuming on his long cock now exist on his phone. And I am not a stupid girl. I am well aware of the danger of Izzy finding them, especially since she knows that something happened tonight… It makes me unbelievably hot thinking about her finding those videos. Over half an hour of sweaty, wet, slapping, cock plowing into me caught in 4k and sent to my phone also, so he could show me how well he fucked me. Pride might be a sin but it's sexy as fuck on him, he wears it well.

I will never tell Izzy about this night—except in every one of my fantasies. I will say we had an awkward and unsatisfying experience and that was it. I also learned a lot about men tonight. Like how much they can cum. How he still had anything to shoot on or in me at the end of the night was a mystery to me.

I had thought about not taking my pill before coming here—fantasised, more like—and if I hadn’t there would be a 1 million percent chance that I would be pregnant after tonight. but I couldn't do that to Izzy. although, how I am supposed to just ‘get over him’ and never do that again is beyond my comprehension. But somehow, I have to… for Izzy. well, not yet, I think, on my knees in the shower this morning as I swallow a crazy huge load after he fucked my throat, almost suffocating me. He fucked me again against the door when I wouldn't stop teasing him as we were about to leave. It turned out to be a terrible Idea as, with no time to shower again I sat with a sticky mess in my panties the entire way home. well... halfway home anyway.

We stopped down a random road along the way after my innocent leg touching turned into dangerously—in more than one way—intense eye contact. Now that we are parked, I sit in his lap in the back seat, grinding into him as he fumbles with his belt. Hot, heavy breathing and staring into each other's eyes is all we have time for between the brief moments when our mouths separate. If it wasn't for the text message notification from Izzy that I pretended not to see when we were getting into the back, I would have nothing on my mind but the blissful sensations of Owens touch on my skin.

"We shouldn't," I say, barely able to **** it out of my mouth.

He kisses me again, ignoring my words. Fuck you Izzy, why now... why couldn't you have just waited until I was home and let me have just this one last moment of pleasure—with your husband...

"No," I say breaking away from him but giving him a quick kiss and half-hearted smile when his questioning eyes meet mine. "If I keep doing this. I'm not going to want to stop... not just now, but when we get back too."

Owen grins and goes to speak but I put my hand over his mouth. "Don't say it Owen, you are too much of a good guy to say what you were about to say," I frown and slump down on him. his hands are still on my sides, underneath my shirt but the gentle glide they circle over my skin feels much more consoling than provocative. God damn him, for his hard cock that makes it so hard to resist as I still feel it pushed up against my pussy.

I could almost cry as I lift myself off from him and sit beside him in the seat. I fix my shirt up and zip back up my jeans. I didn't even know he had unzipped me. Owen looks frustrated but like he agrees with me... somewhat.

"Can we just get home please, Owen. I really just need some time to think about everything."

"Yeah, sure. Melissa... I'm sorry if-" he starts to speak, looking like a lost puppy.

Not wanting him to think he is at fault and that I regret what I did, I kiss him quickly, nothing passionate... maybe a little too much of a 'feelings' kiss than I had intended. "You didn't do anything I didn't want you to," I tell him seriously.

God, his sad look is killing me. I feel like I am breaking up with him and we've never even been on a date... _was _last night a date? I lean my head on his chest and sulk. his hands that move to my hair in the most comforting way are the absolute bane of my existence. I want him to stop touching me at all, but I refuse to move away from him. Before I can hold onto this brief moment of sanity, our hands find each other, and our fingers intertwine as we sit there.

I look up to him and he looks back down at me. _NO! _I try telling myself like I am a dog that won't stop humping legs—it hasn't been that inaccurate. It's no use in the end. I look into his eyes, and he looks into mine. Our lips connect again. Except, it isn't a horny teenagers 'make out' kiss. This is the kind of kiss a girl gives to the guy they love. Moments pass and the very same tender kiss has turned into almost the exact same thing I saved myself from just moments ago. Except it's slow, meaningful and comes from a place that both of us reserve just for this 'small crush' we have on each other.

My pants come off this time. He is gentle and soft as he caresses my bare leg, and I kiss him deeply with one single wish: that Owen was mine... He is mine in this moment. Owens dick slides into me with our bodies slowly winding together and the subsequent thrust is deep and slow as I am beneath him on the back seat. Our breathing is perhaps even more heavy than earlier, but we aren't fucking in the back seat. I have this man making sweet love to me as if this is _my _husband, not Izzy's at all.

Everything is so ridiculously out of control now, and I don’t know how to stop letting him have sex with me—as if I am not encouraging it... or enjoying it. It has to stop. I like Owen but I have already betrayed Izzy more than once.

When we finally get back to my apartment I sit in the car with him in silence. We both know that we can never talk about what we did. Owen just doesn't know what I know. It makes it hard that we spent a good hour somewhere off the highway making love like two people deeply smitten with each other. But that's what we are... or at least, that is what I am.

"So..." he says after I have not got out of the car, despite sitting in this parking lot for 5 minute.

It's not that I am worried that Izzy will find out the extent of our night, It's the feelings I am having about everything... I don't want Owen to just leave and return to Izzy. It is confusing, considering what I did and the moment of real feelings we shared, but I find the idea of Owen just going home and pretending that he had a boring time without Isobel, very unattractive. I am also torn because, despite loving Izzy, she did something horrible to him and then tricked him to try to fix it. And I am in the center of everything now. I am just as bad, just as horrible. I am a cheater, just like them now.

I cheated both of my friends. Owen: I should have told him what happened behind his back and let him make the choices from there if I was a true friend to him. Izzy: I should have done just what she needed and only that. I didn't even really have to go along with it. I wanted to. I should have told her no. She would still love me, she always has... Will she now?

Regret wells up inside of me and I can feel myself on the verge of coming clean about everything to him.