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Chapter 10

Jason

Henry’s fingers danced lower, making me shudder, and I stared down at my best friend, my cock pulsing and leaking as I thought about having him inside me. My breath caught as Henry bent his head to lick my balls. I gripped the couch beneath me, my legs shaking.

“Fuck, Henry,” I gasped.

His tongue circled my balls, and his fingers brushed against my asshole, making me jerk forward. He reached for the lube, grinning. “If you’d have told me a week ago that I could have this kind of access to your body, I would have died.”

I bit back a moan. This was more intimate than any sex I’d ever had. I knew him down to the very soul, and now he was going to be inside me, deep, buried there, taking his pleasure from my body.

“And it turns me on just thinking about Mari, about the two of you together.” He squeezed some lube onto his fingers, and I gasped as he pressed one inside my asshole. “You and my wife, fucking. This huge cock inside her.” He squeezed me with one hand, working my ass with the other. I arched my back, pulling my legs wider apart as I moaned.

“Are you going to fuck me?”

“If you ask very nicely,” Henry said, standing and straddling my face, rubbing the head of his cock against my lips. “You want this in your hole?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Which one?”

“Both,” I said, biting my lip.

“Well, isn’t that interesting?” he purred, stroking his cock a few times, then pressing between my lips with just an inch of his thick flesh, filling me. It was so damn good to suck him, and his hot groan of pleasure washed over me and made me shudder. I loved pleasing Henry. I loved knowing that I could turn him on, make him cum. And I knew it turned him on to know how much I wanted him inside me, too. “Good boy,” he whispered, and a flush of pleasure made me quiver.

I sat as I was, helpless and spread out for him and let him fuck into my mouth, sucking and licking every inch that he gave me. He tasted better and better with each time I had him, the strong scent of his musk filling my senses in the most erotic way. My best friend wanted to stick his dick down my throat.

My best friend wanted inside me. My inner muscles fluttered, feeling neglected, as I swallowed him deeper, and finally, he pulled back, shifting to settle between my wide-stretched legs.

“Fuck me, Henry,” I groaned, digging my fingers into my shaking thighs, making sure he had easy access to what he needed.

“Mmmhmmm,” he hummed, brushing his lips against mine. “My little slut. You’ve been playing with your hole?”

“Yes. It feels so good.” The thought of his body against that spot my fingers had found was beyond tempting.

“Of course it does. It’s what you’re made for.”

He rubbed himself against my hole, his cock bumping against my sensitive flesh, making me moan. Even my pucker felt needy. The skin all around the hole sensitized to his touch. After a little more teasing, he pressed in, just a little. With the earlier stretching, there was only a little pain as he popped past the ring of muscles. I cried out at the fullness of my best friend’s cock stretching me open.

“Ohhh,” he groaned, kissing me with a deep tenderness that made me shiver.

“You feel so good, Jason.”

I rocked up into him, moaning as he filled me, and he let me adjust, thrusting slowly against me, letting me get used to the sensation. As soon as I was ready, he picked up speed.

“You like the way my cock feels inside you?” he asked me.

“Yes,” I groaned, thrusting back against him with a gasp, feeling the heat from his body against my own. I didn’t know how to say more, how to explain the way I felt so connected to him, so I just met Henry’s eyes, letting myself fall into their dark depths as he fucked me. I could get lost, staring into those beautiful brown eyes, and he held me there, not letting me look away as he fucked me.

The feelings rushing through my body were intense, and they were unlike sex with anyone else. He knew me too well. My cock ached, my balls aching for release, and I shifted my hips, trying to find the right angle for both of us. He followed my movements, sliding in and out of my ass easily, his hands resting on my hips, encouraging me to move. I bit my lip as I tried to keep control, but with his hands on me, and his cock inside me, it was hard.

“Touch yourself, baby,” he ordered.

I closed my eyes, clenching my fists, and moving my hips, grinding against him as I slid my hand down my cock. Holy fuck, that was even better.

“Look at me,” he said. “Never stop looking at me.”

I opened my eyes, groaning at what I saw in his. “Henry,” I whispered. He smiled, slowing the frantic fucking for a moment and going for a kiss. I wrapped my legs around him, holding him inside me as our pace changed, shifted from frantic wildness to something slow and connected.

“I love fucking you,” he said, his voice low and husky.

“I love being fucked by you,” I replied, my words lost in another kiss.

“I’m gonna come.” He growled, and I felt the pressure, the tingle in the back of my brain, the sweet anticipation of impending orgasm.

“Come inside me, Henry,” I begged, reaching for my cock and stroking it again, moaning as we kissed again. He shifted the pace, drawing it out, enjoying me, until I couldn’t hold on anymore, and I blew my load all over my stomach, my body quivering under his.

I held on as he took what he needed from me, pinning me down with my legs over his shoulders and ramming into me, kissing me fiercely as his cock swelled and spilled deep inside me. It felt so connected, so right, like he was leaving a part of himself in me. Like it belonged there.