My best friend cums inside of me in the new year!

The New Year’s Eve party was in full swing, with music blaring and people dancing, drinking, and laughing. But for me, the night took a much more intimate turn.

In the crowded living room, I found myself entwined with my best friend, Matt. We’d known each other since childhood, shared everything, but lately, our bond had grown into something more. As we swayed to the music, our bodies pressing together, I felt an undeniable heat.

“Happy New Year,” he whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. It was almost midnight. The countdown began, and as the clock struck twelve, we kissed.

It started soft and sweet, but quickly deepened into something more passionate. His hand cupped my face, drawing me closer, as our tongues danced. The rest of the room fell away until it was just the two of us, lost in the moment.

The kiss broke, but Matt’s hand slid down, tracing my spine, and a thrill ran through me. “Your place?” I suggested breathlessly. He nodded, his eyes dark with desire.

We made our way through the bustling party, stopping to wish friends a happy new year, but my focus was solely on Matt. His hand rested on the small of my back, guiding me out the door and into the Suddenly cold night air.

My apartment wasn’t far, and the short walk felt like an eternity. Inside, clothes started coming off the moment the door closed behind us. Matt’s jacket fell to the floor, then his shirt, revealing his toned chest. I peeled off my dress, letting it pool at my feet.

He took me in, his gaze hot and hungry. “You’re gorgeous,” he murmured, stepping closer. His hands skimmed up my sides, trailing goosebumps in their wake. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. My fingers fumbled with his belt, desperate to remove the remaining barriers between us. Finally, he was bare before me, his arousal evident. I wrapped my hand around him, stroking slowly.

Matt hissed through his teeth, his hips rocking into my touch. “Bed,” he growled. He picked me up, carrying me down the hallway as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Gently, he laid me on the bed, hovering over me, a smiled playing on his lips.

He Kissed me again, deeply, as his hand slipped between my thighs. I was already wet for him, and he groaned against my mouth. “Fuck, you’re so ready,” he breathed.

Teasingly, he circled my clit with his fingers, building the pressure, before slipping one inside my heat. I gasped, arching into his touch. A second finger followed, pumping in and out, curling to hit that magical spot. All the while, he watched my face, gauging my reactions.

“So good,” I moaned, my lower body writhing against his hand. He added a third finger, stretching me, preparing me. I was panting now, my release building rapidly. “Don’t stop,” I pleaded.

Matt moved down my body, replacing his fingers with his mouth. He licked a broad stroke from my entrance to my clit, flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves. I cried out, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him close. He sucked my clit, his fingers pistoning in and out, and I shattered.

Pleasure exploded through me, my inner walls clenching around his fingers, pulsing with my orgasm. He lapped up my release, holding me through the aftershocks until I collapsed back onto the bed, boneless.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he said roughly, crawling up my body. He notched his thick head at my entrance, his eyes never leaving mine. “I need to be inside you.”

“Yes,” I breathed, wrapping my legs around his hips, encouraging him. Slowly, he pushed forward, filling me inch by inch. It took a moment to adjust to his size, but the burn was so good.

Once he was fully sheathed, we both stilled, savoring the connection. Then he began to move, slow and deep, allowing me to feel every ridge and vein. I rocked my hips in time with his thrusts, taking him as deep as possible.

His mouth found mine, and we lost ourselves in the kiss, the taste of my arousal mingling with the flavor that was uniquely Matt. He changed his angle, hitting my sweet spot, and I broke, coming undone a second time.

This one crashed over me like a wave, pulling me under. Distantly, I heard Matt’s harsh groan as he followed me over the edge, his release pulsing deep inside me. It felt so good to have him come inside me, claiming me in the most primal way.

We stayed like that, wrapped around each other, as our breathing slowed. Eventually, he slipped free, rolling to the side.

“That was…” He trailed off, shaking his head in wonder.

“The best way to start the new year,” I finished with a grin, snuggling against his chest. He chuckled and pressed a kiss to my hair.

“Happy New Year, bestie,” he said softly. I smiled, content in his arms, excited to see where this new chapter of our friendship would lead.