Page 10 of Shared With His Friends
Without hesitation, the slut pulls down the waistband of my sweatpants until my long cock bobs free. Scooting closer to her, I widen her legs for her, holding her knees out, then line up and thrust inside. The first sense of her soaked cunt causes a deep groan to furrow out of my chest. She feels so fucking good. My hands grip the back of her neck so our faces meld together, butbefore I give her another confusing kiss, I deepen my voice and speak right over her ear.
“It doesn’t matter who knocks you up, does it? You just want to be wanted so bad you’d fuck anyone.”
Shoving my hips up into her, her nails dig into the old wounds I carry as she swivels against my pubic bone. A little whimper escapes her, forcing an explosion of heated nerves to shoot down my back and into my balls. Yeah, I want to fill her again.
“You’d fuck old, fat dudes, wouldn’t you? Just so long as they wanted this hot body, right? Ugh, you are a sick bitch. You’d get off on some old, fat dude’s cock. Probably cream just from sucking his nasty, short dick as long as he spanked you hard enough.”
Almost standing, I reach under us and swat at her ass with a loud smack as she screams.
“You’re such a cum whore, so greedy for all our seed, aren’t you? I think youwantto get knocked up by some random guy. Just so you can say someone wanted you. Probably do it all over again as soon as you have one.” Her groans are angry, violent, as is the way she humps me, trying to get me to come, but all she’s doing is working herself up so much she’s nearing the edge. Her pussy flutters around me.
Grasping her face harshly with one hand, I force her to look at me. “You’re gonna get off thinking about some old, fat man, aren’t you, filthy slut? Come. Come on, whore. Come on, fucking nasty whore. Do it and prove me right.”
Sneering at me, she grasps the hair on the back of my head and screams in my face as her cunt clenches down, the sight of her rage transforming into resisted pleasure causes me to hold her intense gaze as I erupt within her at the same time.
My head falls with exhaustion into the crook of her neck, her smooth skin absorbing the sweat from my forehead. And as soonas my cock throbs with the last surge of cum, my arms naturally wrap around her, holding her tightly, bringing her warmth to my core once again in an intimate embrace before I huff a breath over her mouth and kiss her gently.
I hate that it’s my favorite part.
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Dane
The sight of them fucking isn’t what makes my hand clutch my bare chest. No, it’s when he leans forward and presses his lips to hers softly, tenderly. Like they now have some connection that I don’t have with either of them. Ash has never kissed me that way. I’ve not even gotten close to Amber like that, trying to respect her and Jet’s boundaries. My fingers beg to tear out my heart, to stop the pain.
It wasn’t like I planned to spy on them from around the corner of the kitchen. But when I came out of my bathroom, I heard a commotion and went exploring. How stupid of me. Did I want to see this? Part of me thinks I’m glad I did. And that part is my dick, which is like a lead pipe forming a tent in my white boxers.
Another part feels jealous. Hurt? No. I know what I feel… left out. Like I’m not good enough. I’ve never been good enough. Amber chose Jet over me; she chose Ash over me. Fuck, even Ash has chosen Amber over me. And I don’t even want to figure outthatweird feeling.
I’m not gay. I’ve never looked at a dude and thought, oh yeah, I wanna fuckhim. Never once have I found a guy attractive or wanted to ass-bang a friend. And I was captain of the footballteam. Saw plenty of naked cocks in the locker room. So no. I’ve never felt this way. Especially not for my buddies.
Ash and I have grown up together. It’s weird. Inevergot the sense that he was into dudes, either. He was always hung up on some quiet, bitchy type of goth girl that none of us could stand. Even Amber’s not his type. If he was gay, I don’t think I’d be his type, either.
But then he laid one on me during a party about a month ago here at the cabin and things got complicated in my head. I’d drowned in excessive tequila once again because Amber blew off my latest “leave Jet” speech. Sticking my legs in the pool, I ripped off my T-shirt, and then laid back on the concrete patio. Ash watched the entire pathetic scene from the hot tub. When he got out and wandered over, I figured it was to give me a hard time again about pursuing such a “gold digger” or about being a simp like Wade always says. But he didn’t know her like I did.
And now, he knows her better.
Feeling lost, desperate, unwanted, and rejected, I sat up ready for a fight, but he just put his arm around me and squatted next to me in silence. Despite the haze that was clouding my mind, I’ll never forget what he said when he finally chose to speak.
“Anyone who doesn’t realizeyou’rethe real prize is a loser.”
As I turned, astonished that my snarky friend would pay me a compliment, he gripped the back of my neck and shoved his lips onto mine. My very first instinct was to back away, but the utter passion, thedesirehe had, kept me locked in place. I could feel it. For once in my life, I was wanted. And that feeling did something to me.
So, I kissed him back. When I tasted his warm, wet tongue tickling mine, I teased his lips apart further and let him plunder my mouth forcefully in the way Ash does whenever he gets into something.
Then, most confusingly, blood started rushing toward my crotch and my dick gothard. Like full-on ready to fuck erection. Suddenly, terror took over for so many reasons that I didn’t want to think about, especially when drunk. That’s when I felt real sober real fast. When I backed away from his firm jaw, the forest green of his intense eyes caused my belly to flutter. Swallowing, I wasn’t sure exactly what to say or do.
So, I got up and left him there.
What I didn’t tell him is I went straight upstairs to my shower and jerked one off, thinking about his full bottom lip, the tickle of his stubble… then about his ripped abs, the cut of his shoulders, the way his eyes stare up at me sometimes when he thinks I’m not looking. And I came harder than I had in months, even more than with Jenna, my ex-girlfriend, who was a cheerleader at the university and could pull off any position I put her in.
Nope, I came to visions of my friend. Not even full-on images of him, just pieces of his lip ring, or a flash of his long lashes, the corner of his jaw, the way he can smile when he wins a game, shaking his black hair back out of his face when it rains. But mainly, I came to that feeling he gave me. Ash knows me better than anyone, even my cousin, and hewantedme.
Or maybe we were just drunk.
That’s what I thought it was, until last night when he cornered me in the hall. After he walked away from me, I felt relieved. I didn’t want to think about what it would mean to fuck around with Ash. But seeing him here now, with the girl I’ve been desperate to have for myself for a fucking year… It hurts.
