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Alex

B rad groaned from behind me as the tip of a finger slipped inside my ass, and I jolted in surprise. He kept pushing, deeper and deeper, and I was already grinding backward when he curved it to stroke me from the inside.

“Shit, Alex, you’re so tight. Is that good? Should I go farther?”

I thought he was already all the way in, until he pushed again. A moan fell from me as I lifted my ass, offering myself to him. And I’d keep offering and offering, until whatever madness we were stirring up ended.

Whenever I used my fingers, I could never reach so far inside me. I had to use a vibrator to get more.

My eyes rolled as he slid in farther. I was glad all those years of wearing butt plugs paid off. I’d moved up such a big one he could fuck me now if we had any lube.

But that wasn’t what this was. I wasn’t just going to let him fuck me, make me come, and then go back to claiming it was all to prove Lance wasn’t the one for me.

“Brad,” I gasped as he pressed another finger against my ass. “Brad, are you sure you want to—”

I cut off with a deep moan as he thrust his fingers straight forward, and pleasure ripped through me.

My body buckled, my head dropping, my cheek warm against his hot cock.

“Brad. There. Brad, just… Brad! Harder, please…”

I couldn’t stop saying his name. As he dragged his finger from me and pushed back in, he kept making noises of wonder.

“Man, I’m just slipping inside you. Look at it disappearing. Well, I mean, you can’t, but it’s seriously amazing just knowing that I’m pushing into you. And you’re so warm. Have you always been warm like this? It’s fucking incredible. Like, if I just do this you—”

A cry ripped from me as he bent his finger, and I jolted, my back arching just from the pleasure burning me up as he stretched me from the inside.

I was going to come and he wasn’t even touching my cock, just like he said.

I spread my knees wider, rocking my hips back onto his finger.

Normally when I wanted to say his name like this, I buried my face in my pillow and muffled myself so he couldn’t hear me through the ceiling. Though the temptation to call him was always there.

But now, I could actually moan and take in every little response he made.

“Brad!” I choked out. “Brad! There is just—”

“Fuck yes, Alex. Your ass is the best. This is totally what I was talking about when I was being all sexy-like.”

Every time he spoke, I swear I was going to collapse. I preferred it when he said what was on his mind instead of trying to seduce me. It hurt too much when he spoke to me like I was his boyfriend.

I was so glad he couldn’t see my expression; I wasn’t ready for him to see how whenever he spoke, it felt like he was destroying me.

Instead of replying, I took his cock again, running my tongue up his shaft and over the head, savoring the way he moaned and shuddered under me as I lowered my mouth.

I closed my eyes, giving myself over to the sensation of him filling my ass and mouth.

I couldn’t take all his cock, but my lips hit off my hand and his taste rode the back of my tongue. I never wanted to forget it.

Knowing there was time for me to really suck on him made all the difference. Especially as Brad kept pushing his hips up whenever I went down, paired with phrases such as “Holy shit, do that again,” and “Your mouth is so fucking good, Alex. I swear to God, I’m in heaven right now.”

Each time I bobbed my head, I had to sweep my hair back over my ear, holding it in place so I could suck him without worrying about it getting caught in the pre-cum, salvia, and sweat on Brad’s stomach, thighs, and crotch.

“Seriously, man. It’s like your ass is hungry or something. It’s so fucking hot. It just wants more and more.”

How was he able to be so sexy and so embarrassing at the same time?

Whenever he spoke he lost the rhythm. It was more difficult to build up to something when his thrusts were so erratic.

Brad was moaning away when I first licked his cock, but now all he did was talk nonstop about how good it all was. He wasn’t doing anything that showed he was actually enjoying it.

Maybe I was sucking him wrong.

Instead of wrapping my lips around his cock again, I bent down, taking a long slow lick from base to tip as I reached forward. I cupped his balls with one hand, squeezing him as I licked harder against his slit, remembering how Brad had done it to me.

“Fuck, yes, Alex,” he hissed. “Keep going, just like that.” He groaned, bucking his hips so he slid past my teeth and back into my throat. And just as he filled my mouth again, my eyes rolled just as he thrust into me properly.

His finger sailed into my ass, a solid thump beating through my body as he filled me as deep as he could go.

My mouth was frozen in a silent shout as I tightened around him.

All I could feel was how much of him there was; inside me, around me, under me. It was just Brad everywhere, yet I still wanted him even closer.

“Is it good, Alex?” Brad asked, holding his finger inside me. “You’ve got to tell me if it’s good so I can do it again.”

“Y-yeah, it’s good.” I scrunched my brow as I said it. I didn’t know how I could keep saying something so cliché.

He wouldn’t move his finger. I writhed my hips, edged back on him, tried to rock, but he just kept still, voting to talk instead.

“Okay, but, like, how is it good? What do you like about it?”

“Brad…” I sucked in a shaky breath, even more nervous than when I had his whole cock in my mouth and he was staring at me with wide eyes. But I had to say it.

“Could you… Um… Could you please just fuck me with your fingers?” I thought I was going to cry at how crushing it felt to ask after everything we had been through today. “I really just want you to move.”

He went completely silent behind me again like he kept doing since we started. Everything became more unnerving when Brad went silent.

He stiffened, and even his hips dropped, so I was left just holding his cock.

I had really ruined it; I’d spoiled the whole thing by not playing along. But it was difficult when all he did was talk.

He released a huge, shuddering breath as he pulled his finger out of me.

I couldn’t turn around. I didn’t want to see if he looked annoyed or if he was going to laugh at me or something.

“Dude, you should speak like that all the time, because that was fucking amazing.”

“Really?” I asked, not quite believing him.

“Yeah, man. You sounded so sexy.” He chuckled, and I yelped as his lips brushed my ass cheek just before he gave me a soft bite. “Okay, do it again.”

“Brad, you….”

“Alex,” he said with that deep tone that sent pleasure shivering through my veins. “I want you to ask me to fuck you with my fingers again.”

“Oh God,” I whispered, my heart pounding so loudly I couldn’t hear my own thoughts. My head knocked forward, looking at his cock clenched between my fingers, shining wet with my saliva, and the way I clutched his balls.

How many times had I imagined saying it? It was just…in my imagination, it was Brad’s cock lined up to my ass, not his fingers.

“Brad,” I said breathlessly, turning around, swallowing his taste as my voice cracked. “Brad, can you fuck me like that again?”

He paused again, his eyes wide as his cock twitched in my hand.

“Holy shit,” he said on a breath.

I didn’t get a reply, because seconds later, his face disappeared behind my ass.

I was sure he was going to thrust into me.

Relaxing my ass, I prepared myself for it, my mouth watering, my cock twitching, gripping his cock in anticipation.

Instead, warm liquid suddenly met my ass.

I jumped in shock, but he kept hold of my hip and wouldn’t let me pull away.

“What are you— Brad! What did you do?”

“Honestly, I never imagined I’d be spitting on your ass. That’s two firsts right there.” He laughed as he suddenly pressed two fingers against me. “Goddammit, Alex, this is insane. I can see your ass twitching.”

“Brad!”

He circled painfully slowly, like he had before, drawing it out, making me weaker as I groaned for him.

“Do you like that, Alex? Do you like the way I’m spreading myself over your ass? Or do you just want me inside you again?” he asked breathlessly.

It was like he couldn’t believe it, either.

My eyes rolled as my ass easily gave way, and suddenly, two fingers were easing their way in. The stretch on my ass was exactly what I needed, and I blushed harder than ever as a whimper sounded from me.

“You’re taking me even deeper, man. It’s like your ass is molding itself to me. Have you always been like this? Cause you’re driving me crazy.”

He dragged them back, and I gasped loudly, shaking, bending to follow the path of his fingers so he wouldn’t leave me empty.

It was only when I was nearly sitting on his chest that he thrust again. And I fell forward, yelling as pleasure exploded through me.

“Brad! Do it again. Please, oh God.” My voice broke, and I couldn’t tell what noise I was really making as he dragged his fingers back, just to slam them back into me. And he finally set a pace.

Like he had when he was licking me, he steadily glided in and out, winding me up even more. Another push, and I lowered onto one elbow. I knew if I didn’t, I was going to fall and end up tugging too hard on his balls.

“Have you ever had three fingers inside your ass?”

I squeezed my eyes closed again, my heart beat with nerves. It was always the firsts. Always the new things, the exciting things, the places no one had been or things he hadn’t done. But what was going to happen when there were no more firsts left for him to take?

“Yeah, I’ve had three fingers before.”

He went weirdly silent, and I wondered if he was disappointed.

“From, er…from another guy?” he finally asked as his fingers popped free of me.

“No, Brad.” I croaked. “Not from anyone else. You’re the first person to touch me there.”

I said it because I was sure it was going to get him going again.

And a laugh burst from him as his fingers stretched open my asshole as they entered me again.

“Shit, I’d love to see you fucking yourself like that. But I’m having way too much fun watching you writhe about. Next time, yeah? Next time, you can fuck yourself for me.”

Pain and hope fought each other inside me. The fact he thought there was going to be a next time messed me up more than I thought it would. Especially when he pushed all the way inside me. He was getting so hot I couldn’t think anymore. I didn’t even want to reply.

He groaned as he pulled his fingers back again. The drag out was just as good as him thrusting in.

I had to do something to stop myself from being heard by our neighbors, something to plug my throat, and his cock was the perfect solution.

As soon as he was back in my mouth, he cried out, both of us moaning and jerking against each other. I didn’t need to worry or imagine or come up with a solution to what was going to happen when we were finished. All I had to do was relax my ass so he could enter me, and open my mouth to take as much of his cock as I could.

“I’m gonna come, Alex. Just keep licking me like that. Fuck, your tongue is so warm.”

I sped up, wanting to taste him so desperately that I could feel a mix of us dripping onto my chin as he let out a cry.

“Alex, fuck!” was all I heard before he thrust upward.

The moment he came, his fingers surged into me in time with his hips, hitting deeper inside me, hard enough to find that sweet spot which had always been out of my reach.

I tipped over the edge, my cries choked as his taste flooded me. His hot cum coated the back of my throat, and I instantly swallowed to feel it slide downward. I needed to keep that piece of him inside me.

Pleasure rattled through me as he kept thrusting his fingers, rocking his body, moaning my name.

Need fired through me from every angle, and I was soaked—in sweat, in cum, in pleasure at being so connected to Brad.

I was glad he wasn’t holding me, as the tears which stung my eyes slipped out. They were lost in the flurry of our orgasms, and there was no way he would catch them.

Grinding against him, I moved any way I could to find more of him.

I slowed, Brad stopped thrusting, and the only sound in the room was Brad as he groaned.

“Fucking hell, man. For someone who said he’s never sucked a dick before, you definitely know what you’re doing. Your tongue is awesome.”

I flushed again. I was coming down from the high, but a new desire curled in my chest.

Even though my cock was throbbing and my ass pulsed with the stretch as he removed his fingers, I couldn’t believe Brad had taken it that far.

I didn’t know if I was still angry. Hurt, yes. Frustrated, yes. Elated, yes. But did that even mean anything when I was sure our friendship was over?

He’d eaten my ass, he’d fingered me, he’d made me come. But did I have the strength to ask what came next?

I knew I would regret it, but I shifted, lifting one leg over his shoulders so I could turn around and look at him. I didn’t want him to see my face, but I needed to see his.

Because with every second that passed, it became even more important to know if he took this as seriously as I did.

But I didn’t have to worry about it when I spun on my knees to meet his beaming grin. I couldn’t tell what he was smiling about specifically.

He reached out for me and gripped my shoulder as he pulled me closer, close enough so we could take it another step further if we wanted to.

“Hey, I really want to kiss you right now, even after all the ass licking. Come here, would you?”

Brad looked so hopeful I actually felt guilty.

“I’m serious, though. I should have said this the last time I sucked your dick.” He shook his head. “Look, I know it might be awkward now or whatever, but can we do this again? I dunno, like a friends-with-benefits sort of thing? Just…” He lifted his hand to push the hair away from my face as his smile softened and my heart tumbled. “That felt really fucking good.”

I dropped my chin, avoiding his gaze as I clenched my teeth, trying to stop myself from shaking even though my muscles were spasming from how much it had all been, for both my body and my heart.

Brad paused for a beat, waiting for the answer I wasn’t going to give him.

“Didn’t you like it?” he asked as his fingers trailed around the shell of my ear. “I mean, we must have cleared at least three firsts for you there. I’d say it was a pretty huge achievement.”

He could never be quiet when it mattered the most.

“That should be enough, yeah?” I said, lifting my chin again to meet him with a hard look as I leaned over him on all fours.

It really would be nothing. I could give in and kiss him like we had before. It would be the easiest thing in the world.

“What? What do you mean?” he asked, the haze in his eyes vanishing as his smile faltered.

“Your emergency. You said you needed to come. It should be fine for now, right?”

I could hear myself, distant and angry at the same time. And I hated myself for the way his face fell.

“Wait, hang on.” Brad sat up, reaching for me. “Alex?”

I pulled myself away from him, one foot sinking into the carpet, quickly followed by the other.

He looked up at me as I stood, his brows furrowed, his lips parted.

My body rang with delicate desire, and I could have easily leaped back onto him. If I was ever going to confess how I felt, now was the best time.

But it was a repeat of last year. We messed around, Brad was acting casual, and I didn’t know if I could do it again when it was even better than the last time. Even when I told him why I was upset last summer, it still felt like he didn’t understand.

“Thanks for that,” I said flatly as I turned from him, grabbing a towel from my bed. “It was really great.” I tried to keep my voice level, even though I thought I was going to tip over from the way my legs were spasming.

I threw him a look over my shoulder. “I’m gonna take a shower and go to sleep. We can’t mess this game up tomorrow, especially you.”

Brad lifted himself up on his elbows, his brows furrowed in confusion.

This time I was the one shutting down on him, I was the one closing the door like he had the last time. Making sure he couldn’t step past and hurt me anymore.

“Oh, okay. Yeah, I guess,” he said quietly. But he didn’t try to stop me. He didn’t even watch me leave. He just pushed himself off the bed to sort himself, swiping my shirt off the floor and chucked it on as the bathroom door closed.

He didn’t even fight for me. He didn’t even make a fucking effort to get me to stay.

It just confirmed how he felt about all of it, and how little I really meant to him.