I’ve had a crush on my brother’s best friend for as long as I can remember.

From the time he sweetly shared his ice cream cone with me after I dropped mine on the pavement to the day we stood by my brother’s side at his wedding, I have secretly admired Ben.

As the best man and maid of honor, Ben and I shared a lot of responsibilities. We’d been psyching each other up for months, planning an elaborate entry dance and bouncing ideas for our speeches off one another. But the moment we looked forward to most was after the speeches — when our obligations were through and we became free to drink and have fun.

Finally, we made it to the end. In a moment of camaraderie, we decided to hit the bar for celebratory drinks. Tucked away in the corner, away from the prying eyes of family and friends, a few friendly shots somehow turned into a game of truth or dare.

When it was my turn to question Ben, I said, “Tell me a secret you’ve never shared before, or take off your pants and head to the center of the dance floor.”

Totally fair choice, right?

Ben leaned in to whisper in my ear. “The truth is that I’ve wanted you for a long time. All of you. I’ll even give you a bonus truth: I’ll gladly take off my pants for you if you ask me again.”

My eyes grew wide. This was definitely not the answer I’d expected — though it was definitely the one I wanted. Swallowing past the dryness that seemed to glue my tongue to the roof of my mouth, I whispered, “Take off your pants for me.”

Smiling, Ben took my hand and led me from the ballroom.

We burst into the hallway and found ourselves alone. Laughing, we made a mad dash for the bridal suite and closed the door behind us. As soon as the lock clicked shut, Ben was on me. He fanned his long fingers over my waist, pulling me close as his lips descended upon mine.

Moaning, I pushed my hips against him, shamelessly riding his leg while he kissed me. On the inside, I was screaming with joy. After all these years, I finally knew what it felt like to feel Ben’s body against mine.

I moaned again, but rather than swallow the sound, Ben moved on. He kissed a path down my neck and feasted there for a while, alternating between kissing, licking, and sucking. I melted beneath his touch, hitching my leg higher on his hip in a desperate bid to remain standing.

Ben lifted his lips from my neck long enough to throw me against the wall. Grateful for the extra support for my wobbly legs, I leaned back and allowed Ben to take the lead.

He bent down and grabbed the hem of my gown, bringing the skirt up with him as he rose back to his full height. Fisting the material in his hands, he rested it at my hip, leaving nothing but a flimsy little thong to cover my mound. Though he’d left me exposed, Ben didn’t seem to have any further plans to move south. He went back to kissing me, dipping his tongue into my mouth and tangling it with mine.

Ben’s free hand moved around to my front and slipped inside my thong. His fingers played with my curls, stroking lower until he finally dipped between my legs. His digits slipped inside my slit, spreading the juices that collected there.

When the tip of Ben’s finger breached my hole, I tilted my head back on a sigh. My head was swimming, but one thought kept pushing through — I can’t believe this is finally happening.

I spread my legs wider, sliding down the wall in an attempt to drive Ben’s finger deeper. My hands skimmed over Ben’s body, taking in his rock-solid abdomen and the strong plane of his back. Then I tangled my fingers in his soft black hair, using my grip on his head to direct his lips back to mine.

“Fuck it,” Ben growled against my mouth.

He dropped to the floor, allowing my skirt to fall with him. Rather than lift the material again, Ben ducked underneath, tenting the skirt that was entirely too small for his broad body. I could see him moving beneath the flimsy purple chiffon, his head bobbing between my thighs.

Callused hands skimmed over the inside of my thighs and swooped around to my backside, giving my cheeks a firm squeeze. Palming my ass, he pulled me forward, causing me to cry out when his lips closed around my clit. Using his hand on my ass to keep me steady, Ben sucked me through the thin material of my thong. His tongue flicked at my clit then swirled over the bud, creating a dizzying pattern that made my knees buckle.

As if that wasn’t enough, one of Ben’s hands slowly crept down my crack, entering my slit from behind. He wiggled his fingers, making sure they were nicely nestled inside. Unlike some men who operate under the one finger at a time policy, Ben’s whole hand got in on the action. He was quick and agile, massaging my folds so that my skin seemed to sing.

When Ben finally slipped not one finger, but three inside my pussy, I really lost control. My legs gave out on a groan, and despite Ben’s valiant attempts to hold my ass up, I slid down the wall.

We landed in a heap, rolling and writhing against one another. After fighting with the material of my gown for a bit, Ben emerged from beneath my skirt. “I wish I could rip this damn thing off of you,” he growled.

I did, too, but I couldn’t exactly slip on a change of clothes and return to the party. Instead we settled for rolling the skirt up to my hips again.

A puff of chiffon obscured my vision, making it difficult to see what Ben was doing below my waist. He tickled my skin as his thumbs hooked around my underwear’s elastic waistband. He tugged the garment down, grazing my skin with the band on its journey south.

Ben stood and slipped the underwear into his pocket. “I’ll hold onto these for now,” he said with a smile.

He walked to a chair sitting off to the side and turned to face me, holding my gaze as he unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to his feet. Then he sank into the chair, spreading his legs as wide as the material around his ankles would allow. Holding his arms open, Ben looked at me and said, “Come here, NICKNAME.”

Heat spread from my chest all the way up to my cheeks. Hearing my nickname fall from Ben’s lips while his thick cock bobbed before my eyes was something I’ve waited a long time to experience. I couldn’t help but pause to savor the moment.

Ben patted his knee, breaking me from my trance. Suddenly my legs began to move beneath me, slowly carrying me to my lifelong crush who was waiting for me to mount him. I stepped in between his legs and bent to kiss him, then I hiked my skirt up over my hips and swung myself onto his lap.

I hovered over Ben for a moment, taking another mental snapshot of his mussed hair and swollen lips. The tip of his cock tapped at the space between my legs, reminding me that we were here to do a hell of a lot more than just look at one another. I reached between us and took hold of his joystick, moving it over my slit until I felt the tip touch my hole.

Ben was right where I wanted him. Bending my knees, I impaled myself on his cock. I took a breath and closed my eyes, focusing on relaxing my muscles so I could accommodate his girth. Ben is thicker than what I was used to, and I could really feel my muscles work to fit him in.

Once I’d taken Ben as deep as my body would allow, I opened my eyes again. A smile tugged at the corner of Ben’s lips. “I think we’re a perfect fit,” he murmured.

He kissed my chest, then he moved to my neck, and finally to my mouth. Fucking Ben was everything I’d imagined and more. Sweet and sexy, it was a perfect moment. The slight tinge of pain that came from slipping his thick cock inside me had already faded and I realized that Ben was right — the fit felt exactly right.

Before I could extend my legs to slide Ben’s cock from my depths, he began bouncing me on his lap. My feet lifted off the floor, making it impossible for me to match his rhythm. Instead, I tossed my head back and gave myself over to the sensations, allowing myself to simply enjoy the ride.

Ceding control was a heady experience. Ben bounced me on his cock hard and fast, making it difficult to catch my breath. He gripped my waist, guiding my body’s movements as he pumped himself into me.

Every bit of my body felt warm and tingly. My walls clamped down, robbing me of breath again. Heat radiated from my core like tiny little flames were licking across my skin. I didn’t want hot and fast anymore, I wanted to go slow, stoking one another’s desire until we both came apart together.

I wound my arms around Ben’s neck and pulled our bodies close. He leaned back just a bit, angling his hips so that his cock surged forward inside me.

“Ahh,” I groaned.

The change of pace was exactly what my body needed. Long, slow thrusts gave my pussy a chance to feel the difference between the ebb and flow of Ben’s cock. He slid himself out one agonizing inch at a time, causing my walls to slowly contract around the newly empty space within. When he eased back inside, those tight muscles were forced to stretch again, making them spasm in their rush to accommodate his shaft.

Then there was the fact that drawing our bodies close placed pressure on my clit. Every time Ben rolled his hips against mine, his body pressed against my clit, massaging the aching bud.

It was more than I could take. I screamed again, then I came like a fucking fountain, spurting my juice all over Ben’s lap.

He wasn’t far behind. Another hard thrust had Ben coming hard inside me. His legs twitched beneath my ass while he unloaded inside me, filling me to the brim.

After we caught our breath, we cleaned up and headed back into the party — but not before making plans to meet again later that night.