51. Brad
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brAD
F uck , Dylan felt so amazing around my cock. It took everything to not just start fucking him right away, to feel him as I thrust in and out of that tight heat. More than that, though, I didn’t want to hurt him. As much as my cock throbbed inside him, eager for more, I wanted him to be ready and want it as much as I did.
There was something so hot about watching him come undone. When he came all over my fingers, it was mesmerizing to watch the way his lips parted and those pretty sounds came out. The way he clenched around over and over as he released, coming untouched.
I loved everything about him, and even if it was a weird time to think about it, I couldn’t help but be filled with such affection for him. How had I waited this long to confess to him? What kept me from more for so long? If only I’d known just how good this was going to be. If I could tell my past self to only act sooner, stressing how good his pretty ass felt around my cock, to feel how it felt to have Dylan whisper sweet things against my ear. The way he fit perfectly in my arms, and smiled so sweetly whenever I praised him.
“Move,” he choked out, his voice sounding all wrecked from lust.
I smiled a little, tracing my hand along his sweat-slicked skin, feeling along his spine. “Are you sure you want this, baby?” I asked teasingly, thrusting just slightly against him, pushing in deeper.
He cried out. “B-Brad…fuck, please, please,” he whined, arching into me like he couldn’t help himself.
Grabbing his hips, I pulled back until my cock almost slipped out of him, enjoying the slow drag in his tightness. When just the head of my cock was inside, I thrust back inside, filling him all the way up again. Dylan’s moans were loud and desperate, fingers tightening on the sheet.
I set up a harsh pace, fucking into him over and over, filling him up with my entire length. His pretty ass bounced on my cock every time I seated myself inside him, and it was enough to make me throb inside him. Fuck, he felt so good. He was just so pretty underneath me. Dylan was always so eager, always so pliant and willing to let me fuck him any way I wanted to. As long as he got pleasure, he seemed to enjoy it, and I was addicted to the sounds of his moans — addicted to the sensation of his body around mine.
It was always just on the verge of too much. Too tight, too exciting, too much. Yet there was no such thing as too much, because I could have him in my arms like this. I groaned as I filled him up again, my hips quickening their pace.
Every thrust made the headboard bang up against the wall, and I was glad that the party wasn’t at the frat house, but I didn’t even care if they all heard us. All my thoughts were just Dylan, the way I could make him moan for me over and over. I grabbed the headboard, using it for leverage as I fucked into him harder and harder.
Dylan’s moans got louder with every thrust, and I knew from the way he squirmed against me that I was thrusting against that spot inside of him that made him cry out in pleasure. I wanted to make him see stars, wanted to make him come harder than ever.
I swore, fingers of one hand digging into his hips as I fucked him open, the other grabbing the headboard to thrust harder. His knuckles were white as he clutched the sheet, moaning over and over into the pillow underneath him.
He looked so fucking beautiful like that. I wanted to commit the image to memory, wanted to preserve it forever. There was something about knowing I’d get to see him like this anytime I wanted, however, that made my heart leap. I’d known Dylan for so long, known him as my friend for years, that now seeing him like this was something so magical. I’d dreamt about it for ages. From the first night I’d seen him, I wanted to take him home and hear the way he cried out my name when he came.
Now here we were. He was all spread out under me, crying out in pleasure as we both got closer and closer to that edge of pleasure and oblivion.
“You close, baby?” I asked, my voice coming out strained.
Dylan let out a strangled moan in response, but seemed too far gone to form words. I took that to mean yes and snapped my hips into him harder.
It only took a few more thrusts into his tight heat and the familiar hot sensation swept over me, a telltale sign as my balls tightened. I buried my cock deep inside of him, pleasure sweeping over me as I stilled, coming inside him. The pleasure was overwhelming, all-consuming, filling me with this wave of lust and desire mixed with love and yearning for more somehow.
Dylan’s moans reached my ears as I came, and I knew without looking that he’d come with me, those pretty sounds letting me know we came together. After a moment, I opened my eyes and drank in the sight of him. He was all spread out underneath me, skin all pretty and sweat-slicked, hair a mess fanning over the pillow, his face the picture of pleasure. Sweat rolled down his forehead, his lips bitten a dark shade of pink.
“You’re incredible,” I whispered, gathering myself enough to get the words out. I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against his shoulder.
His lips twitched in acknowledgement, almost a smile if he could summon the energy for it.
After I’d cleaned us both up, I pulled Dylan into my arms, holding him close as we lie together on the bed. The music still played, not bothering to turn it off. My hand traced up and down his back, not wanting to let him go.
“This has been a weird day.” His voice was half muffled, being pressed so close to my chest.
I smiled a little. “Good weird, I hope.”
“Mm, yeah, good weird. Things with you are always good weird.” He let out a breathy laugh, and I could feel it fan over my skin.
Pulling back, I smiled at him. “Look who’s talking.”
He smiled a little, that tired, lazy smile of his. “You love me anyway, though. You said so yourself.”
I leaned in, kissing him. “I do.”
He kissed me, and a hand came to rest upon my cheek, like he just needed to feel me. Even though he was pressed as close as he could be. “I love you too, Brad…it scares me, but I do. You make it okay.”
Smiling, I pressed another soft kiss to his lips. “I’ve always got you, baby. We’ll make this work. We always have.”