Page 13 of Loosened Up for My Bud

I turn my head to glare at him over my shoulder. “You know it’s not.”

That smile again. Cocky bastard. “Then what do you want, Jay?”

“More.”

“How much more?” His eyes glitter with a predatory light. “A third of it? Half?”

“Just fucking do it,” I grit out. “All of it.”

“All of it?” He feigns surprise. “You want me to fuck you for real.”

“Yes. Just shut up and do it.”

He laughs, a low, rumbling sound that I feel vibrate through my whole body. “Well, since you asked so nicely.”

He slams in.

Not slowly. Not carefully. One powerful, decisive thrust of his hips, and he’s buried to the hilt. The world whites out. The only thing I can feel is the brutal, burning stretch of my ass trying to accommodate him. A strangled cry tears from my throat, and I collapse onto my elbows, my face pressing into the rumpled sheets.

“Like this?” He pulls back, then slams in again, another deep, punishing thrust that steals the air from my lungs. “Is this what you want?”

I can’t speak. I can only make garbled, choked sounds as he starts to fuck me in earnest. Long, hard strokes that fill me completely, pull out until I’m empty, then fill me all over again.

The burn recedes, replaced by a deep, throbbing pleasure that radiates out from my core, making my toes curl. He’s hitting that spot with every pass. The one the plug teased, his fingers massaged. But this is so much more. The sheer power and size of him hammering against it is an entirely new level of sensation.

“Look at you,” he grunts, picking up the pace. The slap of his skin against mine is loud in the small room. “Taking my dick like you were made for it.” He’s got a fistful of my hair now, pulling my head back. He’s leaning over me, the sweat-damp jersey clinging to my skin, dragging across my back as he moves. “All it took was a little piece of plastic to open you right up.” His other hand reaches around and grabs my dick, smearing the precum over the head with his thumb. “Look at this. Fucking dripping for me. You’re loving this, aren’t you?”

I am. God help me, I am. I’m being fucked over my own bed by my best friend, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. The surrender, the submission, the sheer, overwhelming physical pleasure, it’s a high I’ve never known.

He’s right. The plug was just an appetizer. A training device. This is the main course. And I’m starving for it. I rock back to meet his thrusts, finally allowing my body to do what it’s been wanting to do all day: enjoying the sensation of being filled.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he groans. “Move that ass for me. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

“God… Stone… I’m so… full…” Each word punches out of me with every hard thrust. He lets go of my hair, both hands locking around my hips to hold me in place as he drives into me. I’m completely at his mercy. Bent to his will.

“Yeah, you’re full,” he pants. “Full of me. You feel so fucking good, man. Tight and hot and wet. It might be hella gay what we’re doing, but damn, it’s the best hole I’ve ever fucked.”

“Why... have we never…” I manage to get out between thrusts.

“Never what?”

“Done... this... before?”

He slows down, grinding deep, making me feel every thick inch of him. “I dunno, man. Guess we were too busy chasing cheerleaders.” His grip on my hips tightens. “Stupid. Could’ve been doing this for years.” He pulls almost all the way out, then slides back in, achingly slow. The stretch is exquisite. “I thought it would be weird. Gross, even. But this… fuck, this is great.” He punctuates the last word with a sharp thrust that makes his balls slap against mine.

“Me too,” I gasp. “I thought... fuck... I never even considered…” I trail off as he picks up the speed again, the headboard of my bed starting to knock against the wall.

“Me either,” he pants. “But now I know how this feels…”

I lean back against him, letting him support my weight. My head falls back against his shoulder. He’s still wearing his jersey, and the scratchy fabric rubs against my neck. I can feel the sweat soaking through it, seeping into my skin.

“Take it off,” I breathe.

Stone stills for a moment. “What?”

“Your jersey. Take it off.” I want to feel all of him. Skin against skin. I want to erase that last little bit of distance between us.

Without a word, he pulls out. His cock slips from my ass with a wet, obscene sound. I feel a trickle of lube run down the inside of my thigh, and the sudden emptiness is jarring.