Page 90 of Finance Bros

I’m almost there. So fucking close because goddamn it just keeps getting better. Hotter. And then I realize that’s because he’s not being still. He’s fucking me the same way he took my fingers. He’s clenching his ass and tightening his hole. He’s rocking in opposition with me, and that’s why our balls are nowslapping.

“God…” he groans, the word guttural. “Jesus fucking God. Oh…God.”

“That’s it, Mal,” I say, encouraging this. I wrap my hands over his shoulders, managing to bend down and lick the back of his neck. He lifts his head, arching for me, and I get a better hold on his nape, sucking the skin between my teeth and latching hard enough to leave a mark.

“I’m gonna come,” he gasps. “I’m gonna fucking come again.”

I usually last a lot longer during sex, but this is different in every single way than anything I’ve ever experienced. His words shove me past the breaking point. My balls pulse in rapid blasts, and my cock throbs hard. Cum fills the condom in burst after burst, and he chokes out a gasping sob, once again going limp beneath me. All but the breathing. His back expands and contracts, and he pulls his hand slowly out from under him, his fist clenched.

Did he…?

The primitive part of me rears its twisted head again. I pull my dick from his hole and grab for his wrist.

“Ryan—I?—”

Moving quickly, I drop onto the bed next to him, bringing his hand to my mouth and prying his fingers open. When the first taste of his collected cum hits my tongue, I start licking,finishing this thing we just did in the most depraved way I never could have thought up in my sickest dreams of us.

After that it’s kind of a hazy mess for a few seconds while my humanity tries to seep back into my bones. There’s blood on us both. Not a lot, but enough that I feel compelled to get a cold, wet towel and press it to his ripped hole. Not gonna lie—blood during sex isn’t new for me. This wasn’t my first inexperienced hole.

“Am I okay?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I say. I checked before I put the towel on him. It’s not bleeding anymore. A small anal tear. He’ll be fine in a day or two. “It already stopped.”

“Bleeding?” he asks.

“Yeah, Mal. Bleeding.”

“Oh. Good. That was crazy.”

I guess he’s fine, then. He’s had his eyes closed this whole time, but he opens them now while I’m staring at him.

“Your dick,” he says.

“Yeah?”

“It’s big.”

“You knew that. You had it in your throat last night.”

“Yeah. I did. Now it’s been everywhere.”

“Not your hand.”

“No?” he asks. He sounds drunk.

I shake my head.

“I just used my mouth?”

“Yep.”

“Wow.”

I smile because I can’t seem to help it. “You’re wrecked.”

“Did you like it? It was your first time in a guy’s ass, right?” he asks.

“First ass, period.”

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