39. Dylan
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DYLAN
M y arms wound around Brad’s neck as he positioned himself between my thighs, guiding his cock to my entrance. I gasped softly as he plunged inside of me, his cock stretching me open. I clung tighter onto him and hid my face against his shoulder. It hurt, but I knew it would pass soon.
Brad didn’t stop until he was all the way inside me, his body flush with mine. I felt so full. I groaned softly, trying to get the pain to ease even as a few stray tears leaked out of my eyes. It would be fine, it would all turn into white hot pleasure soon.
He pressed soft, gentle kisses against my skin, kissing along my shoulder and neck, pressing his lips against me like he was hoping to soothe all the hurt with just the simple motion. I broke away from his shoulder to kiss him, pulling him to me.
He felt needy already, like he was waiting for this. I kissed him back roughly, distracting myself as I adjusted to his size. The pain was turning to pleasure the longer he stayed inside me, seated like this was where he belonged. It felt like we were made for one another, like we needed to fit together this way.
Breaking the kiss, I gasped. “Brad…move, please…” I said, hating the edge of desperation so clear in my own ears. I didn’t know why it still embarrassed me — he was used to it. He knew what I sounded like this way, how it always turned me into a moaning mess.
“You’re sure? You’re okay?” he asked, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips.
I nodded. “Please.”
Brad moved to raise himself back up on his hands for leverage and drew his hips back. He started off slowly, just moving inside me all deep. It was enough to make me groan, winding my legs around his waist. I needed him, needed to savor this moment. My eyes slipped closed as the pleasure increased, as I felt myself getting more used to the sensation of being so filled.
He fit just so perfectly inside me, filling me up in a way that satisfied me like no one else ever had. He drew back further before snapping into me again. I cried out, my shame at the noises I made fading. Fuck, I hoped these rooms were soundproof, or at least close to it. I wasn’t usually a loud person, but it seemed like every time I ended up in bed with Brad, that changed.
Brad’s pace quickened, snapping his hips into me over and over. Pleasure swept over me, and my cock twitched as he thrust deeper inside. Fuck, he felt so good. Before Brad, I couldn’t remember a time when I’d been able to come just from a dick in my ass, but apparently that was a thing with him. I could feel it building.
“You feel so good, babe…fuck…Dylan…” Brad said, his voice coming out all deep and husky from his efforts.
My cock throbbed at the words. My head tipped back into the pillows, and I arched into him. It felt so good, and his thick cock brushed against that sweet spot inside, sending waves of pleasure through me with every thrust.
He suddenly grabbed the headboard above me, and all at once, his thrusts became harder, rougher, somehow deeper still. I cried out as he fucked me, using the headboard for leverage to fuck me harder. I clung to him desperately, feeling the sweat trickling down my forehead.
“Fuck…Brad, I’m fucking close,” I cautioned, my voice coming out all strangled and desperate. I was lost, too overcome with the constant pleasure to even form together a coherent sentence.
His hips snapped into me. “Yeah? Me too, baby…come on, come for me. Come on my cock.” His voice was harsh, practically growling as he fucked into me.
My fingers clung to the sheets, gripping them as the pleasure coursed through me. All it took was another couple of thrusts against that spot inside of me, and stars burned behind my eyelids. White heat spread throughout my body, and I arched off the bed, so overcome with pleasure that I clenched around his cock, my come spilling all over my stomach.
Brad swore, and it only took him another moment before he buckled under his own release. I was vaguely aware of the hot release spilling inside of me, and I made a soft noise of desire in the back of my throat.
It took long moments for us to both begin coming down from our pleasure high. Our breathing was labored, and Brad leaned down and pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses against my shoulder and neck. I licked my lips, trying to come out of the daze that was so very Brad.
After we’d finally roused and cleaned up, Brad lay with me on the other bed, his arm slung around my waist. “What do you think?” he asked after a few long moments of silence.
I frowned. “About what? Right now I’m wondering why they call it a Milky Way…don’t you think that would be more…milky?”
He laughed and I could feel his broad chest under my head. “Not that. I mean about us. We have summer, yeah, but then what about when we get back to school?” His voice was all soft and careful, like he didn’t know if he should bring this up.
If not now, when? Over the phone during the summer, maybe. My stomach knotted at the thought of going back to that silent house, at returning to the heavy presence of my dad and his sadness. The emptiness that filled every corner, suffocating. Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad this time. Not Dad, he wasn’t getting better anytime soon, but at least I had thoughts of Brad and this trip to tide me over. I could think back on things and remember that there were places not so silent, there were times people cared.
“Mm. What are you asking, Brad?” I asked, not knowing which of the many circling thoughts to dwell on.
His hand swept over my hip and over my waist. “I don’t know. Are we still…the same?”
Did he mean about the secret? Keeping it quiet? Or did he mean he didn’t think we should do any of it? Just go back to being friends? “Well…what do you want?” my voice was quiet.
“I don’t know. Let’s…just keep things quiet. We don’t need people to know.”
A pang in my stomach. Knowing Brad as well as I did, he probably thought he was being obvious. Maybe I was just in my head too much. Maybe I was hoping for a clearer answer. Keep things quiet, sure, but that didn’t say where it left us. Were we still dating?
“Oh. Yeah, we can do that.” My throat felt dry. Why was this enough to bother me? If I wanted something else, I should have said it. I should have been clear about it. Should have asked him what this all meant.
Because to me, it meant everything. It was salvation. Something about the way it felt to be with him, about the way we fit together, it made more sense to me than anything had in a long time.
Somehow, the words didn’t come and I couldn’t make them.
“Good, yeah. We’ll just…see how things go when we get back.” Suddenly, Brad pulled away. He withdrew his arm from me, and I lifted so he could move.
As I watched him move around the room, packing up things and getting them ready for the flight, I had this sense of dread. Like this was final, like it really had been just for vacation. Everything in my mind screamed that I should just ask him or tell him.
By the time I parted my lips to speak, however, he was already mumbling about something else, the topic forgotten.
I felt cheap.