50. Dylan
50
DYLAN
B rad’s hands roamed over my skin, feeling along my thighs as he kissed my neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses. We wasted no time shedding our clothes once we got to Brad’s room in the frat house — it was the most private. It was kind of weird. I’d been in Brad’s room so many times before, countless times. Making sure he was okay after he drank too much or just sitting with him as we both did class work.
It didn’t occur to me it would feel different here instead of in the hotels across Europe, but somehow it did. More intimate, maybe. Like this was the reality we were in. Like it was coming back home and realizing that all of this was so very real.
Did that mean everything in Europe wasn’t real, though? Because that wasn’t the case, it was almost too real. That was part of the problem. Things changed on vacation and now we had to deal with the permanence. Had to face it as its own real thing.
Brad’s large hands were everywhere, taking in all of me as he pressed his lips all along my skin. The room spun, fueled by anticipation and desire, as he touched me. I leaned into his touch. When we got into the room, I insisted he turn on some music — good music — so the deep bass covered the sound of my own strained breathing.
His hands moved to my hips, and he trailed kisses down along my body, brushing against my neck and collarbone. I shuddered at the sensation of his hot breath fanning over my skin. My hands found their way into his hair, threading through it as he made his way lower. He paused at a nipple, kissing it before his tongue darted out to lick it.
I groaned, arching into him. He smiled against my skin — I could feel his lips stretch before he circled his tongue around the raised bud. My teeth worried against my bottom lip at the sensation, eager for him to just get on with it. At the same time, though, I enjoyed this, enjoyed savoring him against me.
Finally he moved, trailing down my stomach and over the fine traces of muscle. Like he wanted to memorize every inch of my skin with his lips, like somehow he feared that if he didn’t, he would forget. His fingers clenched my hips, like he was just making sure I stayed right there underneath him.
Brad licked my bellybutton, and I squirmed on the bed. “Brad, why are you being such a tease?” I asked, voice coming out all breathy.
He looked up at me, and it was almost alarming. His eyes were always dark, but he was so turned on they looked like endless pools. It looked like he wanted to devour me and I was only too willing to let him.
“You don’t want me to tease?” There was a hint of a smile on his face.
I could only groan. I didn’t know what I wanted — he always made my head spin until I couldn’t figure out what it was I needed. All I knew was that it was him. I wanted to be filled with him and wanted him all around me. Thankfully, Brad knew I wasn’t really complaining.
He spread my thighs apart, and my length twitched in anticipation, eager for his touch. Pressing a kiss against my inner thigh, he pushed at my legs until my ass was presented to him. I reached and grabbed around my thighs to help keep them up and open for him, granting him access to all of me.
Brad’s tongue slid over my skin, licking away my sweat as he worked his way toward the crack of my ass. I shivered with the sensation, knowing that something so much better was coming. He pressed soft kisses against my skin and then his tongue ran along my ass crack. I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed like I couldn’t help it.
His tongue swirled against my entrance, licking in circles in a way that caused my cock to throb, aching for more. The circles became long licks with the flat of his tongue, like he couldn’t get enough of me. Embarrassing noises slipped from my lips into the room, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was ready to beg him for more.
The tongue pressed against my entrance, and I bit my lip, feeling him press his tongue inside the tight ring of muscle, working his way inside.
“Oh fuck… fuck ,” I groaned, unable to help myself. I needed to see him like this. Opening my eyes, I took in the sight below me. Brad’s eyes were closed as he pleasured me, his hands gripping my thighs as his tongue slid in and out, getting deeper every time he pressed inside.
It was too much — it was so fucking good it made me feel crazy. My fingers tightened around my legs, giving me something to grab as the pleasure coursed through my body. His tongue pressing inside me relentlessly, over and over.
Before Brad, I hadn’t been tongue fucked often, and I hadn’t seen the appeal. There was something about it, though, the way he was so careful about making sure I was all ready and willing for him, the way he just wanted to give me as much pleasure as he could. My heart swelled with the sensation, which felt ridiculous to feel such potent feelings of love as his tongue was inside my ass, but I couldn’t help it.
My eyes fell closed again, and I heard a cap popping off before a slick finger pressed inside of me as well, joining his tongue to stretch me open. I groaned with relief as he stretched me, wanting to be split open on his cock soon.
It wouldn’t matter if I asked him to hurry — Brad always made sure that I was well prepared and ready for him, like he had to make sure he wouldn’t hurt me. Pulling his tongue out, he replaced it at once with another finger, shoving them deep inside me.
“Fucking- fuck ! Brad…” My voice sounded almost foreign to me, like it belonged to someone else.
“You’re doing great, babe. I wish you could see yourself like this…you look so hot, all spread out and waiting for me. You take my fingers so well.” His voice deepened with lust, and it took everything in me not to just start begging.
I didn’t get the chance, because suddenly he thrust his fingers inside me harshly, pistoning them against that spot that made me see stars. Crying out, I couldn’t hold on anymore and my hands released my legs, shoving a fist against my mouth.
“Don’t do that, baby. Let me hear you. You sound so pretty for me, Dyl. Come on, let me hear those pretty sounds.”
My cock throbbed at his words and I did as he asked, lowering my hand. I moaned, the sound only amplified by his unrelenting fingers fucking me open. I was leaking, getting closer and closer to the edge with every thrust of his fingers. Part of me wanted to warn him I was getting close, wanted to tell him I wasn’t going to last and I so desperately wanted to come on his dick instead, but I was already too far gone.
He shoved a third finger inside me and that was all it took. I arched off the bed, waves of pleasure flowing through me as I came, release spilling all over my stomach as Brad kept fucking me open with his fingers. Stars were still sparkling behind my eyes as he continued to move his fingers in me, and I squirmed, feeling overwhelmed with the sensation of pleasure so soon after release.
“I- fuck, I can’t.” I looked at Brad through half-lidded eyes, begging for something, but even I didn’t know what. Was I begging for a minute to collect my breath? Was I begging for him to fuck me?
“Yes you can. You’re taking it so well, pretty baby. Do you want me to fuck you?” His voice was all calm even as he kept thrusting his fingers in and out of my sensitive body.
I nodded weakly, unable to think of anything other than how Brad was fucking me. There was something about the way he kept praising me, the way he was still just so gentle even as he told me what he wanted me to do, even as he worked me up in a way no one else ever could.
“That’s my baby. Turn over for me,” he instructed and his fingers slid out of me.
As I rolled over, Brad helped and raised my hips, placing a pillow underneath me for better access. My fingers clenched around the sheet in anticipation, waiting for him to rejoin me. The sound of the cap popping let me know he was sliding on the condom and slicking up his cock, preparing to fuck me.
My length was hardening again, eager for him to fill me up. Even if I’d just come, it only felt right when I came from being so filled up. A hand caressed over my ass, and Brad settled himself between my thighs. Anticipation made my stomach flutter. His cock pressed against my ass, and Brad rubbed teasingly along my crack.
“Please…please fuck me.” I was still breathless, my voice coming out even raspier than usual.
“My pretty baby,” was all Brad said before sinking his thick cock inside me.
I fought the urge to cover my mouth again, crying out as he filled me up. My eyes watered, but I couldn’t help wanting more.