Page 107 of My Best Friend Is Broken

“Nicky!” I wail in dismay.

He chuckles and starts playing with my cock again. Light, barely there touches that are completely maddening.

Filthy, depraved noises pour from me. I know what he is doing. He is planning on driving me so wild with pleasure that there is no room for trauma. I’m not convinced it will work, but it sure is fun to try.

He strokes and strokes. I gasp and pant. My balls draw up tight. He stops.

I swear and curse.

He laughs as if he has never been happier. The sound floats through me, adding to my ecstasy. I make Nicky happy, and that is better than all the orgasms in the world.

His fingers tighten around me, and I cry out. Fuck! I’m so close. I’m tingling all over. Oh god. If I hide it, Nicky won’t know. He won’t be able to keep tormenting me. I can make him happy and have an orgasm. It doesn’t have to be one or the other.

His hand stops.

I whine.

How does he know? He is inexperienced due to being a crazy romantic bastard. How can he tell when I’m close?

“You can’t trick me,” he whispers in my ear before nibbling the lobe.

I groan helplessly. It’s unfair. He is inexperienced with sex, but he is very experienced with me. He knows me better than I know myself. He probably knows how fast my heart beats and how many breaths I take every minute.

Holy fuck. I love him so much.

I wriggle over and push him onto his back. He goes obediently, willingly. Eyes wide, dark and adoring.

Then, I ungracefully wrestle my way out of my boxers. Nicky doesn’t seem to mind. I think he only cares that I’m getting naked. He doesn’t care that it is not a sexy striptease.

As soon as I’m free, I rise up onto my knees. I know exactly what I want.

Nicky’s eyes grow even wider as I position myself over him. I pause.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes!”

I lower myself onto his face. Oh shit. I don’t really know how to do this. I don’t want to suffocate the poor man. I think I should keep my weight on my knees and hover over him, just close enough to reach.

Nicky’s hot, wet tongue laps at my hole. The bright spark of pleasure it ignites races through my entire body.

His hands lift up to cup my ass cheeks. And then he devours me. Licking, swirling, sucking, nipping, probing. Eat my ass like a feral man while I writhe, wail and shudder above him.

Oh fuck. This is amazing. I can’t believe sex can feel this incredible.

Nicky’s hard cock, still trapped in his boxers, draws my attention. The poor, neglected thing. It deserves affection.

I lean forward. I free Nicky’s wonderful cock from its cloth prison and admire it in all its glory. It’s thick and veiny. So swollen that the dusky skin is stretched tight.

I bend down and wrap my lips around it. I bob my head and take him into my mouth. He grunts and shoves his tongue deeper into my ass.

This is perfect. His cock in my mouth. His tongue in my ass. So much pleasure and sensation that I’m seeing stars. I’m floating in a sea of euphoria.

He throbs in my mouth. A burst of salty precum floods my senses. He tastes so good. I hum in joy as I suck on him.

He groans as his hips lift up, pushing deeper into my throat. He’s close, very close. He is about to cum. But I don’t want him to cum like this. I want more.

I roll off of him. He makes a noise of protest, and his hands reach for me, but he doesn’t grab or hold me. The gesture is pleading, imploring, and nothing more.