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Brad

I wanted to hear it again. I wanted to drive Alex so wild that he wasn’t able to do anything except tell me he loved me. Fuck, he didn’t even need to say anything. I’d just plunge my fingers in him and get him all worked up, and he could moan to show me how he felt.

I pushed against the mattress with one hand, using it to grind against him harder, watching his fierce expression and angry glare tumble away as pleasure took him over.

And I was the one making him nuts, making his head shake, making Alex thrust against me. It was just our pants that were in our way. I wanted to feel his hot cock on mine, feel how much he was leaking, wind him up so much he spurted all over his abs.

He was so right, though. I was absolutely crazy about him. I didn’t even know when it started. Because, looking back, Alex had always been the first person I thought of before I did anything. I always searched for Alex, and felt edged when I didn’t know where he was. I always wanted him to be happy, even though I was shit at doing it. I always wanted to make his life easy, though I was terrible at that, too.

Was it really just Alex getting together with Lance that made me fall in love with him? Or had something else been going on this whole time?

Alex’s face scrunched up, trembling under me. All soft and breathless and so sexy that I had to keep going further to get more .

I licked his Adam’s apple just to taste his gentle moans like I did when I first touched him like this.

I followed the line of his throat to nuzzle under his ear, feeling the scrub of his new stubble against my tongue. I loved the slight sting that came with it as I licked harder, and the way his moan sailed straight through my chest and shook up my heart. All from a simple kiss on the neck.

Plus, I’d never kissed anyone with stubble before. So that was a first for me, too.

As I pulled back and looked at him properly, it was like a smack in the face to see him laid out for me like some pretty present, just waiting to be unwrapped. All I needed to do was get inside him and then I could find out what he’d been hiding under all those muscles.

Alex blinked up at me. “Why did you stop?” He was already tensing up. It was like he thought I was going to bolt on him or something.

“Because I want to look at you,” I replied, sounding like a simp.

He tilted his head, as if he was asking me a silent question, though I didn’t know what answer I could give him. So I just said the first thing that popped into my mind.

“You’re seriously hot, though,” I said, stretching over him, leaning closer to his lips. “I know I keep telling you you’re hot, but just looking at you curving your back like you’re asking me to fuck you is turning me on.”

His mouth dropped open as my favorite shade of pink flushed his cheeks.

“Where did you learn to speak like that?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at me.

“I dunno. I’m just telling you the truth.”

And I didn’t want to waste a second. I needed to be on him.

I grinned at him as I shifted back up onto my knees, crawling down his body so I could spread my tongue over his left nipple.

And the reaction I got was even better than I’d expected.

I mean, he’d been bucking and moaning all over me when we were at the hotel, but I didn’t get to see the way his jaw dropped and his throat bobbed as a stuttered cry echoed from him.

“See what I mean? It’s seriously sexy. I can just touch you and you moan for me. Do you know how wild that is?”

I went for it again, running one hand along his waist as I lapped at his nipple. And he instantly pushed his shoulder against the bed to bend into me.

It was so quick I almost bit his nipple, and he cried out again as my teeth grazed his skin.

“You’re so responsive,” I said as I licked him again. “Do you love me that much?”

“I can’t believe you only just figured it out.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, we’re the biggest idiots around,” he replied as he lifted his arms, cupping my shoulders to lead me back to his lips.

“Does that mean you’re in love with an idiot?”

He chuckled as he pulled me closer. “It means you’re in love with an idiot, too.”

“Now that’s the kind of thing I like to hear,” I groaned as I kissed him again.

I kept my hips rolling along with my tongue, making sure his cock got just as much attention.

He clasped me tighter, and there was no way I could escape. And the only place I wanted to run to was his crotch.

But I settled for tweaking his nipple just to get him to moan deeply against me.

I spent ages walking around my room after our argument, listening for him downstairs, trying to work out what he wanted and what I wanted.

Taking the risk to come to his room after toing and froing, kissing him even though he was making out like he hated me, fucking grinding on him like he was the only one who could ever make me come. It was the best.

“Fuck, you like this so much. I bet no one’s sucked on your nipples before either, eh?”

“Oh my God.” He coughed, going an even brighter shade of red, his blush traveling down his neck. “Do you have to say it like that?”

I switched to his right nipple, giving him the same treatment. Gentle licks, soft kisses, sucking on him until he looked like he was struggling.

He’d always been shy, but the way he looked like he was trying to wriggle free just made me want to tease him even more.

My hand on his waist slid farther down as I reached his pants, and then to his ass. I had to force my hand in between his thick muscles and the mattress, but it was worth the squeeze to cup his perky cheeks.

I liked foreplay, but I was usually thinking about the main event. It was always to get the other person going and never did anything for me.

But, here, with Alex, with my best-fucking-friend, I was happy to just lick his nipples and play with his cock until he came and leave it at that. Though, really, the night wasn’t going to end until my cock was inside him. I was just totally fine taking our sweet time with it.

“I need you to touch me more,” he choked out, rubbing against my thigh.

“If your cock is that hungry, maybe I should give you a treat.”

His eyes widened, and I grinned as I quickly abandoned my original plan of just sucking on his nipples until he was begging for me.

But then he froze, something sinister crossing his mind. I could see it in the way his light suddenly faded. Another one of those thoughts that stopped him from being honest with me crept through his head.

I could have let it go, but we’d come too far already. We hadn’t exactly said ‘boyfriends’ yet, but it was my job to make sure he was happy, like it should have always been. It was just I was too much of a moron to realize that’s what he’d basically been asking me to do all along.

“Hey, man, where’d you go? What’s going on?”

His chest rose and fell, his cock hard, the tip of his nose was as pink as his lips and I wanted to kiss it so badly, but I needed to know what he was thinking.

“Brad…” he groaned. His jaw clenched as he looked away from me again. I didn’t want him to escape, but I had to give him time for this one.

Ten or twenty or thirty seconds later, he finally turned back to me with a determined look.

“I’m not fucking someone who doesn’t want to be with me,” he said on a shaky breath.

“Yeah, course, I know. I heard what you said.”

“So, you want to try this? You actually want to date me? I’m not talking about hooking up, Brad. Because I’m not letting you back out if we do this.”

I didn’t get what he was saying. I’d been fighting to make sure he didn’t leave me, so why did he keep thinking I was going to run off?

“I thought I was the one convincing you to stay,” I replied, tilting my head. “What do you think ‘I love you’ means? You’re acting like you don’t believe me.”

“I kind of don’t. Not really.”

“Then I’ve just got to do everything possible to make sure you do.”

I gave him one of my guaranteed-to-drop-your-panties smirks that never failed, and it totally worked.

As I tucked my fingers under his waistband, all that stupid distrust just vanished from his face.

I got my hand right in there, fucking celebrating that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

We both groaned as I found him hot and hard. He notched his hips up, sighing for me as I easily wrapped my hand around his cock.

“You’re so fucking ready for me, aren’t you?” I sighed as he shifted under me. “I want to see more of you. Lift your ass, would you?” I said as I squeezed his asscheek again.

I nudged him, silently telling him to bring his ass even higher, and he helped me by sinking his feet into the bed.

“I’m literally so excited for this. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you, man. It’s felt like years.”

I glanced up at him, thrown off by his shocked expression.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Has it really been years?” he croaked.

“What? No. It was probably last summer or something? I don’t know. It’s just a phrase, you know?”

He kept giving me these weird looks, having tiny pauses, making odd noises like this whole other thing was going on for him. I guessed it was just so overwhelming because I was so amazing. I’d had that from girls before, so obviously Alex would feel the same.

He gave a broken laugh, shaking his head before running a hand through his long hair.

“Yeah, okay…” His voice cracked. “That makes total sense.”

And he suddenly hit me with this look, so full of fucking love that I wanted to do whatever I could to make him the happiest guy in the world.

I moved farther down his body because that was the best way to go about it, and because I wanted a full view.

My cock throbbed at the VIP ticket to the Alex show.

Like it was a player racing toward me on the ice, I kept my gaze fixed on that huge bulge under his pants I’d felt seconds ago.

And when I dragged them over his cock and it sprang free, I cooed in fucking excitement. All because he choked out a cry as his ass thudded back onto the duvet.

“Hey, you’ve got some serious spring there. You could have given me a bruise if you dick-slapped me.”

“Brad!” he cried out, and I burst out laughing as he covered his face with both his hands. “You’re trying to make this as embarrassing as possible.” His voice was muffled through his fingers.

“Nope, this is how it’s always going to be,” I said cheerily as I yanked his pants to his thighs. “I don’t know what you were expecting; I’m not exactly a romantic.”

“I still can’t believe I’m in love with someone like you.” He sighed. I thought he was going to say it grumpily like he usually did whenever we spoke about relationships or whatever. But, instead, he uncovered his face, reached out, and curled his fingers around my ear. I stopped just to look at him, smiling at me so fondly at me because I wanted that look of his seared into my fucking mind.

I was totally stumped at how pretty he was with his brown hair waving down his shoulders like a bulked-up angel.

“Damn,” I said, my eyes widening. Forget about his cock, I needed to kiss him again.

I surged forward, climbing up my boyfriend’s body. He opened his mouth to gasp my name, and it was the perfect gap for me to slide my tongue between his lips and moan against him. I took his cock in my hand, and his deep moan shuddered through my whole body as he curved under me.

It was hard to keep up the rhythm of stroking, kissing, and rocking over him, but it was so worth it. His muffled cries were like liquid gold, but I wanted more than that: I wanted his cum.

I carefully closed my thumb and forefinger around his tip, squeezing him so softly, and he gave me the best reaction.

He ripped himself from the kiss, bolting up, nearly bending in half. His arms flew around my shoulders as he cried in my ear, “Brad! I’m going to come if you do that!”

“So what? You already came twice the last time we fucked. I’m sure you can do it again when I’m inside you.”

He groaned as he clutched me tighter, and I kissed his shoulder as I kept on working my fingers.

“Who says you’re going to be the one fucking me in the ass?” he asked through gritted teeth as he pulled back to meet my eyes. “I might be the one fucking you.”

“Alex.” My voice went low as I nearly laughed. I shifted back on my knees so I could lean over him. “There’s no way I’m not fucking you. Your first time is going to start and end with my cock so deep inside you’re going to lose it.”

I rubbed his length in one, firm stroke just to prove it, and he instantly dissolved under me. Every single muscle he had either relaxed or stiffened as he thrust into my hand.

“Brad,” he groaned as he tugged at my neck. “Come back here,”

“Look at how needy you are. I swear, you’re going to start whining if I don’t get myself inside you. And I know your ass wants my cock more than my fingers.”

He gave me one of my favorite glares, but it melted away the moment I stroked him again. Alex shuddered, that deep crease between his eyebrows vanishing as he let out a trembling breath. And his moan showed how much he was lost in the pleasure I was giving him.

I didn’t realize that watching someone as I brought them closer to coming could be so nice .

I had no problem just sitting back as he squirmed, fisting the sheets, giving in by thrusting into my hand as I encouraged him. And all while I casually moved my knee so I could angle his legs and slip his pants right off his feet.

I’d loved eating out his ass, and I was tempted to flip him over again so I could stick my tongue in him and hear his surprised shout, but I really wanted to see his face this time. I wanted to make sure he was with me.

As soon as I chucked the pants to the floor, my hands went straight to his ass. My middle finger traced his ass cheeks, going to the hole that had become my favorite part of his body. You know, apart from his eyes, and his mouth…and his dick.

He groaned as I pressed against him. No spit, no lube, just loving gasp and moan he gave when I stroked him.

“Hey, man, this is going to be a tight squeeze, isn’t it? I know you took all my fingers last time, but my cock is a real beast. You think you can do it?”

Alex’s eyes widened as he looked at my cock, like he was suddenly realizing I really was going to fuck him in the ass.

Whenever I bragged about the size of my dick to the guys, I wasn’t fucking around. I’d made enough girls scream on my rod that I could start a choir. And Alex’s little virgin ass wasn’t going to take me without any help.

“Do you have lube or anything? I’m going to have to spend ages prepping you. I don’t want you hurting along the way.”

A blush flared over his cheeks, the brightest so far. But I wanted him fire engine red by the time we were finished.

“Yeah,” Alex mumbled. “Bottom drawer.”

I was so eager to get inside him, I went for it straight away, yanking open the drawer and freezing at the sight below me.

Because there wasn’t just a big ol’ bottle of lube.

“Dude…” I said, staring at the setup he had in the drawer—not the tissues or the suspiciously shaped velvet bag.

No, it was the giant black fucking butt plug just sitting there smack-bang in the middle, all innocent like.

Like, it wasn’t exactly the size of my fist, but holy shit.

“Alex, what the fuck is this?”

I grabbed it instantly, yanking it out of the drawer, holding it over him like a trophy. His look of pure horror meant there was no way I was leaving it alone. I needed answers.

“Is this why my fingers went into you so easily the last time?” I twirled the plug between my fingers as he scrambled away from me on the bed. But I had my hand on his cock and I wasn’t letting him go.

“Is this why your ass could suck up three of them like that? It wasn’t just from you playing with yourself, was it?”

He was getting redder and redder. We were reaching nuclear meltdown levels way faster than I predicted, and it was amazing. It was seriously so much fun dangling it over his head and watching him squirm.

“Does this mean you’ve been fucking yourself but going around calling yourself a virgin?” I gave a low whistle as I lowered it to my cock, comparing the size.

“This thing is so big, it looks like it could destroy your ass.” I laughed. “It’s almost as thick as my dick!”

He’d pressed his arm over his eyes to avoid me, but I wasn’t letting him get away. It was way too interesting.

“Yeah, almost,” he said quietly, and I suddenly froze again.

I could have got it wrong; my massive ego might just be jumping the gun again, but maybe he was saying what I actually thought he was saying.

“Hey.” I gripped his arm and pulled it away so I could look at his face. “What do you mean by almost?” I asked, searching his expression for any clues. “How long have you had this thing for?”

He bit his lip, and my 250-pound ice hockey star looked so cute, I nearly gave up the conversation to kiss him again.