Page 15 of Loosened Up for My Bud

I don’t hesitate. I straddle him, my knees hooking over the armrests on either side, spreading me wide open. Our chests press together, and I feel the frantic thud of his heart against mine. One hand goes to my hip, the other guides his cock back to my hole. I’m still loose and wet from before, and he slides in with one smooth, easy thrust.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathe, my head falling forward, my forehead resting against his. “Oh, fuck, that’s deep.”

“Yeah?” His hands are on my ass again, encouraging me to move. “Let’s see how deep you can take it.”

My hands grip his shoulders for leverage, and I start to ride him. This position gives me more control. I can set the pace, can take what I need. And right now, I need all of him. I want him so deep inside me I’ll be able to feel him for days. I want to be sore tomorrow. I want to be reminded of this every time I sit down.

He leans in and kisses my neck, sucking a mark into the skin. “That’s it, Jay. Ride my fucking cock. Show me how bad you want it.”

I’m shameless now. All pretense gone. I’m riding my buddy’s dick like my life depends on it, chasing that fullness, that deep, throbbing pressure I discovered today. He’s hitting the spot from a new angle, sending bursts of pleasure up my spine.

“You’re so fucking hot like this,” he murmurs against my skin. “All sweaty and desperate. Taking what you need. Never seen you like this, Jay.” He bites my earlobe. “I like it.”

I don’t answer. I can’t. All my energy is focused on the movement of my body, the slick drag of his cock inside me, the feel of his hands on my skin. I’m completely lost in the sensation. The only sounds in the room are our ragged breaths, the creak of the chair, and the wet, rhythmic slap of my ass against his thighs.

His hands are everywhere. Running up my back, tugging at my hair, kneading my ass. They slide around to my chest, thumbs brushing over my nipples. I’ve never really paid much attention to my nipples before, but the way he’s touching them, the rough scrape of his calloused thumbs, sends a jolt straight to my dick.

“Sensitive?” he asks, a smug little laugh in his voice.

“Shut up,” I gasp, but I arch my back, pushing my chest further into his hands.

He does it again, a little harder this time, rolling the peaks between his fingers. I groan, my rhythm faltering. “Never knew about this, huh? So many new things we’re learning about each other today. Like what a fantastic ass you have.”

“You never… noticed before?” I manage in between breaths.

“Oh, I noticed. Just never thought I’d get to… y’know.” He pauses, gripping my hips and slamming up into me. “Never thought I’d get to fuck it.”

“You came up with the—ahh, fuck—the bet.” I grind down on him, taking him as deep as I can.

“Best idea I’ve ever had, if I say so myself,” he grunts, picking up the pace. He’s taking over now, driving into me from below, the force of his thrusts making the chair protest with every rock. His hands are back on my ass, holding me open for him. “And now I want to fill you up, Jay.”

My head falls back, a moan tearing from my throat. His words are hitting me just as hard as his cock.Fill me up.

“Fill me up with what?” I breathe, playing dumb. I want to hear him say it.

“You know what,” he growls. “Cum. I want to pump you so full of it, it’ll be leaking out of you all night.” His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass. “You want that? You want me to breed this tight little hole?”

“Will you be a gentleman and lick it clean afterward?”

“Jesus Christ, Jay,” he manages through a laugh. “The things that come out of your mouth.” He slaps my ass, a sharp crack that makes me clench around him. “Glad to know I’m not the only one with dirty thoughts.”

“So? Will you?”

“Absolutely. I’ll tongue-fuck my cum right back into you.” He’s panting now, the words coming out in ragged bursts. “How about that? You like that idea?”

“Yeah,” I whine. “Yeah, I do.”

“Good. ‘Cause I’m close. So fucking close, Jay.” One of his hands leaves my ass and wraps around my cock, which has been slapping against his stomach with every bounce. His grip is iron.

“Stone—”

“I know. Me too.” His thumb swipes over the head, smearing the precum that’s been steadily leaking from the tip. “Come for me. I want to feel it. Want to feel your ass clamp down on me when you shoot.”

He’s hitting that spot with every upward thrust now. His fist is flying up and down my shaft, the slick sounds mingling with the creak of the chair and our harsh breathing. I’m right there, balancing on a knife’s edge, my whole body trembling with the effort of holding back.

“Promise me one more thing,” I gasp out, my vision starting to blur.

“Anything.”