As soon as he was back in my mouth, he cried out, both of us moaning and jerking against each other. I didn’t need to worry or imagine or come up with a solution to what was going to happen when we were finished. All I had to do was relax my ass so he could enter me, and open my mouth to take as much of his cock as I could.
“I’m gonna come, Alex. Just keep licking me like that. Fuck, your tongue is so warm.”
I sped up, wanting to taste him so desperately that I could feel a mix of us dripping onto my chin as he let out a cry.
“Alex, fuck!” was all I heard before he thrust upward.
The moment he came, his fingers surged into me in time with his hips, hitting deeper inside me, hard enough to find that sweet spot which had always been out of my reach.
I tipped over the edge, my cries choked as his taste flooded me. His hot cum coated the back of my throat, and I instantly swallowed to feel it slide downward. I needed to keep that piece of him inside me.
Pleasure rattled through me as he kept thrusting his fingers, rocking his body, moaning my name.
Need fired through me from every angle, and I was soaked—in sweat, in cum, in pleasure at being so connected to Brad.
I was glad he wasn’t holding me, as the tears which stung my eyes slipped out. They were lost in the flurry of our orgasms, and there was no way he would catch them.
Grinding against him, I moved any way I could to find more of him.
I slowed, Brad stopped thrusting, and the only sound in the room was Brad as he groaned.
“Fucking hell, man. For someone who said he’s never sucked a dick before, you definitely know what you’re doing. Your tongue is awesome.”
I flushed again. I was coming down from the high, but a new desire curled in my chest.
Even though my cock was throbbing and my ass pulsed with the stretch as he removed his fingers, I couldn’t believe Brad had taken it that far.
I didn’t know if I was still angry. Hurt, yes. Frustrated, yes. Elated, yes. But did that even mean anything when I was sure our friendship was over?
He’d eaten my ass, he’d fingered me, he’d made me come. But did I have the strength to ask what came next?
I knew I would regret it, but I shifted, lifting one leg over his shoulders so I could turn around and look at him. I didn’t want him to see my face, but I needed to see his.
Because with every second that passed, it became even more important to know if he took this as seriously as I did.
But I didn’t have to worry about it when I spun on my knees to meet his beaming grin. I couldn’t tell what he was smiling about specifically.
He reached out for me and gripped my shoulder as he pulled me closer, close enough so we could take it another step further if we wanted to.
“Hey, I really want to kiss you right now, even after all the ass licking. Come here, would you?”
Brad looked so hopeful I actually felt guilty.
“I’m serious, though. I should have said this the last time I sucked your dick.” He shook his head. “Look, I know it might beawkward now or whatever, but can we do this again? I dunno, like a friends-with-benefits sort of thing? Just…” He lifted his hand to push the hair away from my face as his smile softened and my heart tumbled. “That felt really fucking good.”
I dropped my chin, avoiding his gaze as I clenched my teeth, trying to stop myself from shaking even though my muscles were spasming from how much it had all been, for both my body and my heart.
Brad paused for a beat, waiting for the answer I wasn’t going to give him.
“Didn’t you like it?” he asked as his fingers trailed around the shell of my ear. “I mean, we must have cleared at least three firsts for you there. I’d say it was a pretty huge achievement.”
He could never be quiet when it mattered the most.
“That should be enough, yeah?” I said, lifting my chin again to meet him with a hard look as I leaned over him on all fours.
It really would be nothing. I could give in and kiss him like we had before. It would be the easiest thing in the world.
“What? What do you mean?” he asked, the haze in his eyes vanishing as his smile faltered.