Page 82 of First Puck

And, oh man, it was the best sound in the entire fucking world.

I moaned as I fell onto him again, licking hard, licking fast. I’d do whatever I could to get him to make every sexy noise under the sun.

Because my needy-as-fuck best friend was definitely coming more than once tonight.

Alex

Brad groaned from behind me as the tip of a finger slipped inside my ass, and I jolted in surprise. He kept pushing, deeper and deeper, and I was already grinding backward when he curved it to stroke me from the inside.

“Shit, Alex, you’re so tight. Is that good? Should I go farther?”

I thought he was already all the way in, until he pushed again. A moan fell from me as I lifted my ass, offering myself to him. And I’d keep offering and offering, until whatever madness we were stirring up ended.

Whenever I used my fingers, I could never reach so far inside me. I had to use a vibrator to get more.

My eyes rolled as he slid in farther. I was glad all those years of wearing butt plugs paid off. I’d moved up such a big one he could fuck me now if we had any lube.

But that wasn’t what this was. I wasn’t just going to let him fuck me, make me come, and then go back to claiming it was all to prove Lance wasn’t the one for me.

“Brad,” I gasped as he pressed another finger against my ass. “Brad, are you sure you want to—”

I cut off with a deep moan as he thrust his fingers straight forward, and pleasure ripped through me.

My body buckled, my head dropping, my cheek warm against his hot cock.

“Brad. There. Brad, just… Brad! Harder, please…”

I couldn’t stop saying his name. As he dragged his finger from me and pushed back in, he kept making noises of wonder.

“Man, I’m just slipping inside you. Look at it disappearing. Well, I mean, you can’t, but it’s seriously amazing just knowing that I’m pushing into you. And you’re so warm. Have you always been warm like this? It’s fucking incredible. Like, if I just do this you—”

A cry ripped from me as he bent his finger, and I jolted, my back arching just from the pleasure burning me up as he stretched me from the inside.

I was going to come and he wasn’t even touching my cock, just like he said.

I spread my knees wider, rocking my hips back onto his finger.

Normally when I wanted to say his name like this, I buried my face in my pillow and muffled myself so he couldn’t hear me through the ceiling. Though the temptation to call him was always there.

But now, I could actually moan and take in every little response he made.

“Brad!” I choked out. “Brad! There is just—”

“Fuck yes, Alex. Your ass is the best. This is totally what I was talking about when I was being all sexy-like.”

Every time he spoke, I swear I was going to collapse. I preferred it when he said what was on his mind instead of trying to seduce me. It hurt too much when he spoke to me like I was his boyfriend.

I was so glad he couldn’t see my expression; I wasn’t ready for him to see how whenever he spoke, it felt like he was destroying me.

Instead of replying, I took his cock again, running my tongue up his shaft and over the head, savoring the way he moaned and shuddered under me as I lowered my mouth.

I closed my eyes, giving myself over to the sensation of him filling my ass and mouth.

I couldn’t take all his cock, but my lips hit off my hand and his taste rode the back of my tongue. I never wanted to forget it.

Knowing there was time for me to really suck on him made all the difference. Especially as Brad kept pushing his hips up whenever I went down, paired with phrases such as “Holy shit, do that again,” and “Your mouth is so fucking good, Alex. I swear to God, I’m in heaven right now.”

Each time I bobbed my head, I had to sweep my hair back over my ear, holding it in place so I could suck him without worrying about it getting caught in the pre-cum, salvia, and sweat on Brad’s stomach, thighs, and crotch.

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