Page 16 of Loosened Up for My Bud
“Fuck me again. In the morning.”
“First thing. I’ll wake you up with my dick in your ass,” he vows. “Now come for me, Jay. I’m not gonna last.”
“And the day after that.”
“Every day,” he grits out. “I’ll fuck your greedy little hole every day from now on.”
He kisses me, hard and messy, and that’s all it takes. The combination of his fist, his cock, and his tongue in my mouth sends me flying. A blinding, all-consuming wave of pleasure crashes over me. I cry out, a raw, broken sound, as my cock erupts in his hand. Thick ropes of cum streak across his chest and stomach, and my ass convulses, clamping down on him like a vise, and I feel him spasm inside me.
“Fuck, yeah,” he roars into my mouth as he follows me over the edge. I feel him swell inside me, then a hot, wet pulse as he empties himself deep in my ass. Another pulse, and another. He keeps thrusting, riding out his orgasm, pushing his cum as deep as it will go.
There’s so much of it. A warmth that floods my insides, a liquid heat that escapes around the edges of his cock, trickling down my thighs.
We come and come, a seemingly endless flood that leaves us both shaking.
I don’t think I’ve ever come this hard in my life. Not with a girl, not by myself. My whole body is wrung out. I slump against him, a boneless, sweaty mess, my head resting on his shoulder. My chest is heaving, and my heart is hammering against my ribs.
For a long moment, the only sound is our breathing, slowly returning to normal. He’s still inside me, softening, but I don’t want to move. I don’t want to break the spell. The chair is sticky with my cum, his chest is a mess, and the whole room has that artificial peach scent mixed with the smell of sex.
“Holy shit,” Stone finally says, his voice a rumble against my ear. “Holy fucking shit, Jay.”
“Yeah,” I manage. “That’s one way to put it.”
He pulls out carefully, and I feel a gush of warmth follow. A truly obscene amount of fluid trickles down my inner thigh. I look down. The chair, the floor, us—we’re a disaster zone. A crime scene of cum and lube. I’m full of him, marked by him, covered in him.
And I’ve never felt better.
He pushes himself to a standing position, pulling me up with him. My legs are shaking so bad I can barely stand. I wobble, and he puts a steadying arm around my waist, holding me against him. Our sweaty, cum-slick bodies stick together.
Another kiss. This one is different. Slower. Softer. More thorough. It’s a kiss of exploration, of lazy, post-orgasmic bliss. He licks into my mouth, and I taste him. My best friend.
When he pulls back, he looks down at the mess on my thighs, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his face. “Time to keep a promise.”
He grabs my waist and turns me around, guiding me forward until my hips bump the edge of his cluttered desk. Papers slide. A protein shaker rolls and hits the floor.
“Stay there,” he says.
Then he drops to his knees behind me. My cock gives a weak little twitch at the sight. He grabs my ass, pulling my cheeks apart, and then he’s there. I feel the flat of his tongue, warm and wet, lapping at my dripping hole. I groan, my hands flying out to steady myself against the desk, scattering a stack of textbooks.
He’s not shy about it. He eats my ass like he’s starving for it. His tongue probes me, swirling, gathering up the mess he made, tasting me, tasting himself. His stubble scrapes against the tender skin.
“Fuck yeah,” he murmurs, the words vibrating against my hole. “Taste so fucking good.” He pushes his tongue inside, and I cry out, my knees buckling. He holds me up, his hands digging into my hips, as he fucks me with his tongue, just like he promised.
When he finally pulls away, I’m gasping for breath, my cheek pressed against the cool surface of the desk. My legs are jelly. My entire body feels like it’s been put through a wringer and then stitched back together.
Stone gives my ass one last sharp slap as he stands. “Told you I’d clean it up.”
“Talking about cleaning up…” I say, pushing myself up on trembling arms. “That pile of sweaty gear on the floor? That’s your first load, my friend.”
We both look at the pile of our discarded clothes. Crumpled socks, compression shorts, our jerseys. The evidence of the most insane, unbelievable day of my life.
“A whole month, remember?” I tease. “You’re gonna be doinga lotof laundry.”
He saunters over to the pile, scooping it all up with one hand. His cock, now soft but still impressively thick, swings between his legs. He shoves the whole mess into his hamper.
“Yeah, but something tells me I’m getting the better end of this deal.” He looks back at me, grinning. “I get to fuck that ass whenever I want.”
He walks to the mini-fridge in the corner and pulls out two waters, tossing one to me. I almost fumble it. My coordination is shot. He takes a long swallow, watching me over the top of the bottle. “So, tomorrow morning…”