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Brad

H oly shit, I just couldn’t…

I couldn’t stop.

His moan traveled right through me, all the way down to my cock, setting me on fire.

I gasped, pulling back, meeting his shocked eyes, but I needed to keep going.

“Brad…” He sighed, his lips popping open like he was asking me to kiss him again—and I did.

I wrapped my arms around him, keeping him close as I pressed my hips against his, groaning, molding him to my body.

There was just so much of him.

I had another flash of memory of the way he shook under me when I sucked on him, and I got so pent-up I had to make it happen again. Right now.

I’d do it. I swore right then that I’d get on my knees for him if he’d let me.

As I slanted my lips to get a better angle, Alex shuddered, but he didn’t pull away.

It was like he was sizzling against me, especially when his hands landed on my waist, holding me as he deepened the kiss.

Our kiss.

I was fucking kissing my best friend as he bent under me, and it was so good I thought I was going mad.

I wanted to touch him more, to feel all the parts of him I missed—everything he’d been giving to that asshole Lance.

It was our first kiss together, and I had to make it better than anyone else in every way.

I laid my chest against his, knocking him against the counter, trapping him there so I could spread myself all over him.

With one rub against his wide chest, his back arched as he moaned again, sending electric sparks buzzing through me.

I instantly wanted to make him do it again.

I creased my tongue against his lips, and he opened for me straight away. The heat of our breaths melded as his fingers dug into my waist, fixing me in place as his tongue reached for mine.

It was like he couldn’t get enough of me.

Suddenly, he was the one pushing into me; he was the one holding me. He was kissing me harder and getting me so fucked up that my boner popped up as soon as his tongue swept mine. He moaned so fucking loudly I felt it echo in the back of my throat.

It was so awkward and rushed. He was licking and kissing like he didn’t have a clue what he was doing. But he was doing everything he could to taste me without giving a shit if it actually felt good or not. Like he wanted to eat me, like he was devouring me.

And it was so fucking hot.

Especially when, in all his frantic movements, he knocked off the counter to get closer to me, and his cock bumped against mine.

I was just in boxers, and I knew he was commando under those sweats. He hated wearing anything that restrained him, and I was so curious to see if his dick was how I remembered it.

It was basically my civic duty. Now that I knew he was a virgin, as his best friend, it was only right I made sure his cock was ready for whoever he wanted to fuck in the future.

Except Lance. Lance wasn’t included in any of that.

But, fuck, his dick was so hard for me. He pressed into me solidly, all so he could gasp as I ground against him.

We both moaned, the vibration beating around us in our tiny shitty kitchen that I always hated but now absolutely loved.

Because when he eagerly pushed against me, I lost my balance like an absolute moron. Our kiss broke and I tipped backward.

I could have ended up flat on my ass if it wasn’t already up against the fridge. And the sudden slip had him falling with me, closing me in against the fridge as our cocks bumped together, and we found our place again.

“Brad, you’re…” Alex trailed off as I flew back into the kiss.

I got myself in the right position, just so my shaft was straight against his, before I wrapped my arms around him and he melted for me.

His body was soft and light, even delicate, like he was trying to keep himself quiet. But it was obvious from the way he shuddered he was going crazy as I was.

I was dying to hear that sound again. The urge was so strong that I shifted my thighs to rub my cock up and down along his. He broke the kiss, meeting me with wide eyes as I rolled my hips and made sure I got in there good.

My next mission was to get our fucking pants off so I could grab our cocks and stroke us together.

“Brad…please…” he choked out as I ground against him. He dipped his head, hiding the way I was driving him crazy.

I didn’t know if he was asking me to stop or keep going. All I could think about was making sure it was me, that I was his first for fucking everything to do with his dick.

It couldn’t be anyone else; I wouldn’t let it be. I’d given him all his other firsts, except his first date. I couldn’t let anyone else take anything more from me.

As long as he wanted me. But if he really wanted Lance, he wouldn’t moan like that as I plunged my tongue back into his mouth, drinking in every single drop. I wanted to taste every little part of him I could reach.

It was how it should be.

I put my hands to good use. Sliding from his lower back, easily twisting my wrists so I could grip his ass and thrust against him properly.

“Brad,” he gasped between kisses. “Brad, that feels…”

I should have given him space to breathe, but I was so madly turned on and my cock felt so good that I threw myself back into it.

I couldn’t control myself anymore. As if I was even trying before.

“More, Alex,” I groaned as I leaned back into him. “Just give me more.”

One hand left his ass, traveling up the bumps of his spine to rest between his shoulder blades so I could deepen our kiss even more.

I wasn’t letting him go. There was no way I could let Alex give this to someone like Lance.

“Let me taste you more,” I moaned before I fell into him again.

I wanted him to come against me, so we could both drive each other wild enough that we’d be floating high for the rest of the day.

All I had to do was gently tug his lip between my teeth and his hips jerked.

One hand vanished from my waist, suddenly appearing at the back of my neck.

I thought he was going to do the same thing—grab me to make sure I wouldn’t leave him.

Instead, with his palm on my spine, he pinched my neck and pulled me away from him.

We were both panting as he pressed his other hand against the fridge. My eyes opened to find fear and heat and anger pumping from him.

I couldn’t hold back from him. Even with his solid grip, I could still bend forward to taste his skin.

“Brad…” he gasped as my lips covered his neck. His fingers twitched under my ears, but he didn’t stop me.

If I gave him a hickey, maybe that would be enough to get Lance to back off.

“Why are you doing this?” he groaned.

“I need to know,” I said as I spread kisses under his jaw. I loved how the hair that had fallen from his messy bun got caught under my sensitive lips.

“What?” he asks breathlessly, his eyes hazy. “What is it?”

“I need to know you really want Lance. That you actually like him.” I chuckled as I gave him another quick kiss. “Doesn’t seem like it since you’re moaning and shaking for me, too.”

And because the sound of your voice has made me rock-hard.

And I need to see what I can do to make sure you only make those sounds for me.

Alex flinched back violently, the fridge thumping behind me. He bumped against the counter as shock plastered his face.

It was only when he saw my expression that he completely froze. I don’t know what I looked like, but every part of him was stiffer than my cock. The hands that were so firm on my body suddenly clenched into fists as the color drained from his face. His chest heaved with a deep breath.

Which meant I had absolutely, positively fucked it up.

But I wasn’t gonna admit that I wasn’t thinking, not when I was competing with Lance. If Lance wanted to steal my best friend, then I had to prove to Alex that I was better and show him why Lance was a loser.

“Alex, dude. I just wanna make sure he’s what you really want, you know? I don’t know if it’s worth giving him your V-card when you’re getting wound up for me as well.” Because, looking at the way he was hard, and horny, and panting like a hungry dog, I was obviously doing it for him way more.

Alex drew in a shuddering breath, and all that neediness he’d hit me with disappeared as he straightened his back, his shock shifting into rage.

“Brad,” he said, his lips cherry-red and his arms flexing, all hot and bothered and still sexy as hell. “What the actual fuck?”

I folded my arms against my chest. I don’t know why I was disappointed when he was the one who was pissed.

He gave me a tight shove, and I knocked against the fridge. He pushed me aside so he could reach the door.

I wanted to look down and see if there was a wet patch where his cock had pressed against his sweats, because I knew there was one on mine.

“What? I’m just looking out for you,” I said as he reached the kitchen door.

Alex paused, twisting his body to look at me.

One hand on the doorframe, his mouth open, he was about to say something. But a small croak of pain dropped from him before he shook his head. The way his face creased sent hollow guilt firing through me.

“I can’t believe you,” he said before he turned, leaving me in the kitchen with a boner and confusion whirling inside me.