Page 28 of Betting Brett

But before I push us over the edge, I slow my rhythm down until I completely stop, sunk balls deep inside of him. I lean forward, kissing him, reveling in the emotion that swamps me. I want to be here forever. Want to get lost inside this man, feeling him take me up to the stars and back. He moans, wiggling his hips so that his ass rubs against my balls. I can feel him tighten around my cock. As if his body is begging for me to fuck him without the need for words.

“Please, Brett,” he says as the heat almost becomes too intense to bear. “Keep going. I want this to last for as long as possible.”

“Yeah?” I ask as I pull back and thrust in again. He drops his head back, eyes rolling into his skull. The sight is exquisite. Fuck. This man is perfect, sex with him is perfect. I grabs his thick length again and hold him as I rock back into him. “So you want me to keep fucking you then?”

“Yes, Brett, please, give it to me.”

“Keep saying my name, Andy. Show me how bad you want this.”

He obeys, his nails digging into my shoulders as my name repeatedly falls from his lips, our world colliding in a blast of ecstasy and bliss. My legs started to shake, my balls tightening. The wave has crested over the horizon, and it’s heading straight for us to wash us both out into a bliss-filled ocean.

“I’m going to come,” I tell him, surprised the words can get past the moans.

“Me too,” he says, his body having already reached the edge as his cock erupts, shooting ropes of cum across his belly and chest and up against my stomach, his hole tightening around me with every orgasmic wave.

With a final, deep thrust, I'm pushed over my own edge, spasms of pleasure consuming me as I finish into the condom, my entire body quaking.

The room is filled with the scent of sex, and the lamp casts a warm, golden glow over our entwined bodies, like a scene out of a movie. I lean over to kiss Andy thoroughly and pull out gently, discarding the used condom and grabbing a warm, wet towel from the bathroom so we can wipe down quickly before I get back into bed and pull Andy close to me, our bodies fitting together as if they were made for each other.

Andy rests his head on my chest, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my still-damp skin. The rhythm of his breathing, the warmth of his body against mine, it all feels so right. The intimacy of the moment is overwhelming, and I find myself holding him tighter, not wanting to let go.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Andy speaks up. "How was it? I mean, it was your first time... with a guy."

I chuckle softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead. "It was fucking mind-blowing. Best sex I’ve ever had. I can’t believe how good that all felt.”

Andy looks up at me, his eyes searching mine. "Really?"

I nod, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Really. I think I’ve always been attracted to men, but I never put any thought into it. With you, it just felt... natural. And God damn, did I almost pass out when I came inside you."

Andy laughs and kisses my neck. "I'm glad. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard, either. And honestly… well, I've wanted this for so long, Brett. I've wanted you."

I pull him closer, our lips meeting in a slow, tender kiss. "You’ve always been so important to me, Andy, and I always wanted you with me. Now I just want you more than I did."

Our eyelids grow heavy, the fun of the evening and the whiskey catching up with us. I pull the covers over us both, wrapping my arms around Andy and pulling him close again. He snuggles into my chest, and his breathing evens out as he drifts off to sleep.

I lay awake for a while, listening to the steady rhythm of his breaths and feeling the warmth of his body against mine. It’s then that my mind catches up to what my body obviously already knows. I'm falling for him. Hard. No, not falling. I’vefallenfor him.

And I need to make sure he knows.

17

Andy

I’mthefirsttowake, my eyes fluttering open to find Brett’s arms wrapped securely around me. The events of last night, raw and passionate, linger in my mind. I lay there replaying the intense intimacy we shared. My best friend. Brett. He has been inside me. He has seen me at my most vulnerable. He made me see stars. I am momentarily overcome with a wave of gratitude.

Fuck, how is this real life?

I shift slightly, and Brett stirs, his eyes heavy with sleep, opening to meet mine. A soft smile plays on his lips. “Good morning,” he whispers, his voice a soothing melody that wraps around me.

“Morning,” I reply, cuddling into him, not shy about my morning wood rubbing against his. The proximity of our bodies, the lingering heat from the night before, makes my dick twitch. Brett’s fingers trace lazy patterns on my skin, stoking the fire.

“Last night was…” Brett’s voice trails off.

“Incredible,” I complete his sentence, the intensity in his voice sending my heart into a rapid rhythm.

He pulls me closer, and our lips meet in a tender kiss that quickly goes hot, the passion between us an absolute force. As the kiss deepens, everything else fades in importance, the magnetic pull of our connection drawing us together until Brett finally breaks for a breath, his eyes dark. “Shower?” The word hangs in the air, charged with the promise of continued ecstasy.

I nod, the prospect of feeling his touch, his wet body against mine, an irresistible allure. We make our way to the shower, and the cool morning air contrasts with the warmth of our entwined bodies as I stumble behind him, my arms wrapped around his strong chest, my hard length tucked up against his ass.

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