I Took My Best Friend’s Man #1

Chloe had known for weeks.

Vanessa, her so-called best friend, had been cheating on Ryan. Multiple times. Different guys. Hotel rooms. Even once in the private elevator of the Imperial while Ryan was out of town.

Chloe never said a word to Vanessa.

Instead, she waited.

When Vanessa left for a three-day work trip, Chloe showed up at Ryan’s penthouse with a small shopping bag and a carefully concerned expression.

Ryan opened the door looking tired. Black T-shirt, low-slung sweatpants—the kind of quiet frustration that came from a relationship already falling apart, even if he didn't fully know why yet.

“Chloe?”

“Hey.” She gave him the soft, supportive smile she'd practiced. Vanessa mentioned that you've been stressed. I thought maybe you could use some company… and a second opinion.”

She held up the bag.

Inside were three sets of expensive lingerie she'd bought that afternoon—all in her size.

Ryan stepped aside. “You didn't have to come all the way up.”

“I’m a good friend,” she said as she walked in. The door clicked shut behind her. “That’s what good friends do.”

They sat on the large sectional. Chloe kept the conversation light at first—how work was going, how quiet the penthouse felt without Vanessa.

Then she opened the bag and pulled out the first set: black lace, barely there, with cups designed to barely contain a full chest.

“Vanessa asked me to pick something sexy for when she gets back,” Chloe said, keeping her voice casual. “But I can't decide which one would look best on her. You're the one who sees her every day… mind helping me choose?”

Ryan's eyes flicked to the lingerie, then back to her face.

“You want me to pick lingerie for my girlfriend?”

“Just an opinion.”

Chloe stood and held the black set against her own body, the lace cups resting over her full breasts.

“Does this style suit her… or would something like this look better?”

She watched his throat work as he swallowed.

Chloe didn't wait for an answer. She stepped into the hallway bathroom “to try the fit so she could describe it better,” then came back out wearing the black set beneath an open shirt she hadn't bothered to button.

The lace barely held her. Her heavy breasts strained against the thin cups, soft flesh spilling over the top. The matching thong sat high on her hips.

Ryan went completely still.

“This is the first option,” Chloe said, stopping right in front of him.

She turned slowly, letting him see the way the thong disappeared between her thighs.

“Do you think Vanessa would look good in it… or does it look better on me?”

His voice came out rough.

“Chloe…”

She stepped closer, took his hands, and placed them against her breasts.

“She’s been cheating on you,” Chloe said quietly. “For months. I found out, and I didn't tell you because I wanted to be sure. But I'm sure now. And I'm tired of watching you stay loyal to someone who doesn't deserve it.”

Ryan's fingers flexed.

“These,” she continued, pressing his hands against her, “have been right in front of you the whole time. You've looked. I've seen you look. So stop pretending you're only thinking about her.”

Something in him finally snapped.

Ryan yanked the lace cups down hard, freeing her heavy breasts in one rough motion. They spilled out, soft and full, nipples already tight. He groaned like a man starved and buried his face between them, sucking one nipple deep into his mouth while both hands groped and lifted the soft weight of her.

Chloe moaned, fingers sliding into his hair, pushing her chest harder against his face.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered against her skin, voice rough with months of held-back want. “These tits… I’ve wanted to do this since the first time she brought you around. Every time you walked in wearing something low-cut, I had to look away before I got hard in front of her.”

He shoved her back onto the couch, ripped the thong aside, and dropped between her thighs. The first long, greedy lick through her soaked folds made her cry out. Ryan growled against her cunt like he was angry at how wet she already was.

“She’s out of town cheating again, and you’re here offering me this,” he said, pushing two thick fingers inside her without warning. “Dripping for your best friend’s boyfriend. Look at you.”

He curled his fingers hard, rubbing that spot while his mouth locked onto her clit and sucked. Chloe’s back arched off the cushions. She came fast and messy, thighs shaking around his head, one hand still holding her own breast up like an offering.

Ryan didn’t give her time to recover.

He stood, shoved his sweatpants down, and his cock sprang free—thick, hard, already leaking at the tip. He flipped her onto her hands and knees on the couch, one hand fisting in her hair, the other gripping her hip.

“I’ve wanted you longer than she has,” Chloe whispered again, looking back at him over her shoulder.

That was all he needed.