Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
Brandon
We easily win Guard Duty thanks to Robbie’s extreme ambush, and even when the other houses try to call foul, they have no grounds to stand on. Zeke’s right that Charles ends up pissed, and before the party even kicks off, the no-cars rule is in place for next year.
But that doesn’t change the fact we won tonight.
The party is pumping at the Lambda house, everyone getting drunk off their tits, and having the party at a house other than our own means I would normally be able to let loose a little.
But I’m stone-cold sober and horny as fuck.
Who knew I’d have a hard-on for immature fun?
I text Robbie to meet me back at the house and sneak out. I have no idea if he got my message or not, but it’s not like it matters. I’m going to get things ready and hope he joins me at some point.
There’s no one at home, and even from next door, the music is still loud. Perfect conditions for two brofriends to fuck each other’s brains out.
I walk into my room, ready to strip off and get that plug in my ass, but the second I step foot inside, hands grab me and shove me into the wall.
Robbie kicks the door closed, lifts me off my damn feet, and kisses me stupid.
I grip his hair tight, kiss him back hard, and try not to shiver when he grabs my jaw and forces my mouth wider.
He kisses me like he owns me, like he’s desperate for me, and fuck if that doesn’t go to my cock.
The unapologetic way he takes what he needs shouldn’t be such a turn-on, but here I am, cock hard and ready to shoot bullets.
He lands a powerful whack on my ass before squeezing the cheek tight. “How are you so sexy?”
I smirk as I lean in and drag my teeth along his throat, and Robbie immediately tilts his head back, exactly like I knew he would. He might be bold in what he needs from me, but he’s not scared to make himself vulnerable either.
“My bite mark is gone,” I say, kissing him right over the spot where it was.
“Better give me another one, then.”
I laugh. “Did anyone notice it?”
“A few people.”
“What did you say?”
“Best sex of my life.”
I pull back and study his expression. “Are you shitting me?”
“Nope.”
My mouth drops, and I don’t know what to say to that, because holy shit he’s right. “Dude, you’re not even going to try and play it cool?”
He grins and kisses me softly. “Why bother? You dicked me down good. Are you going to do it again?”
“Actually, I thought it could be my turn this time.”
Excitement lights up his face. “You think you’re ready?”
“We’re going to find out.”
Robbie shudders, and I love when his powerful body does that. When he’s so overwhelmed he needs to let the energy out somehow. “Bed?”
“Actually …” I squirm until he sets me down. Then I turn around and arch my back at him. “Maybe we could do it like this?”
“Wall sex?”
“There’s no one here.” I shake my ass at him, and he immediately reaches out to grab it. “We can be as loud as we want.”
“You’re on.”
He grabs the lube and condom while I strip out of my clothes.
No matter how much I’ve practiced for this moment, I have a good feeling it’ll probably hurt anyway, but I don’t think there’s anything I’ve ever wanted as badly as I want to be torn apart by his cock.
Maybe I’m starting to understand why so many people want to tame that beast.
I watch him peel off his clothes until he’s down to his briefs, and my cock throbs at the view. He’s so big. All over. Chest, arms, middle, ass, legs … My mouth fucking waters at the sight of his dick pressing forward.
I squeeze my eyes shut to try and get myself under control.
“You okay?” he asks, pressing a kiss to the back of my neck. That small touch has my muscles relaxing.
“Yeah. I want this so fucking much.”
“Okay.” His hands stroke up and down my sides, thumbs tweaking my nipples, and he buries his nose into my hair and runs kisses along my neck. “That’s good.” One of his hands disappears, and I hear him suck on his fingers before sliding them down my crease. “Relax for me, Brando. I’ve got you.”
I shift my legs apart, and he kneels.
It’s a strange feeling, knowing he’s watching as he works a finger inside me, but then I think of how hot it looks to see my dick filling his ass, and instead of getting self-conscious, I tilt my hips back toward him, spread my legs wider, and fold my arms against the wall.
His groan tells me I’m on the right track.
Robbie’s finger disappears, and when he slides it back in, it’s covered in lube and moves more easily. He fucks me with it for a few minutes before he works his second one in there.
“I’m going to stretch you right out for me,” he says, voice low and scratchy. “I won’t hurt you.”
“I dunno if I can wait that long.”
“You can and you will.” He takes his time, spreading my ass with one hand and fucking me open with the other. The stretching burns, but he’s slow and careful, and the appreciative sounds coming from him are keeping my cock rock hard.
He spends more time than I expected down there, and I have no idea how many fingers he’s got inside me, but I’m taking them easily now.
“I’ve gotta be ready by now,” I say, hands balled into fists and forehead pressed into my arm.
He rumbles an appreciative sound. “You’re fucking gaping. Jesus fuck, Brando.”
Then he leans forward and drags his tongue around my rim.
I pound the wall at the jolt it sends straight to my dick and strangle back the unconscious grunt. “Please. Do it.”
He stands, dropping his boxer briefs, and tugs my head back into a filthy kiss as he covers himself with a condom. “I’ll go slow.”
“Just do something already.”
Robbie steps away to lube up, and then his body closes in behind mine. He plants one hand on the wall above my head while he guides his cock to my hole with the other. I’m filled with nervous expectation and desperate need as I push back, and the head fills me.
He’s so goddamn big, no amount of stretching could prepare me for my first time with that thing, but I refuse to give up, and Robbie keeps his word to go slow.
He reaches around to gently stroke me with his lubed hand as his cock inches inside me, bit by bit, both filling that need coursing through me and stretching me to what I think is my limit before stretching me some more.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Uh-huh. Nearly done?”
“Halfway.”
I almost back out.
“You can do it,” he says. “You’re doing so good. There’s no way I could do what you’re doing.”
I shiver. “Next time we argue who’s tougher, you remember this.”
He kisses my neck. “No competition. It’s you. I’m blown away by you right now.”
“How does it look?”
Robbie shifts back a little and pushes farther inside. I breathe through it, and when he gasps, it makes me more determined than ever to see this through. I fuck myself back on him slow at first, then getting more and more confident.
“I can’t wait to see how stretched you are once we’re done.”
“Dude, don’t make me laugh.”
“Nothing funny about this.” The gravelly, lust-drenched tone kills my amusement, and with one quick thrust, he’s in. “You good?”
“Kiss me for a bit.”
His hand leaves the wall and grips my hair tight, tugging my head back. His kiss is rough, consuming, everything I need it to be. It makes me dizzy and distracts me from the pain that ebbs away, replaced with the uncontrollable urge for him to move.
I roll my hips, and Robbie growls. He releases my hair and my cock and presses both hands to the wall this time before he starts to fuck me.
He’s careful, controlled, but the more I get used to him, the easier it is.
There was a small worrying voice that this would be an epic disaster and I’d hate it, but somehow we’re doing this …
and it feels incredible. I’m so full, his cock is setting all my nerves alight, hitting that spot deep inside me that makes my toes curl.
We find a rhythm, steady and so deep, but the needier I become, the more I push back into him.
Complete instinct and want is taking over, removing all my worries and replacing them with something that feels so amazing it was worth all the prep work.
Without the gag, Robbie is vocal and so loud that even with the music, if there was anyone in the house, they’d hear us.
I’m bracing myself against the wall, but every time he drives into me, it sends a thump through the house, a grunt rattling from my chest, so much goddamn desire flooding into my balls.
He finally releases the wall to grab my hips and pounds into me so hard and fast his balls slap against mine. It’s a completely new sensation that’s jumping right to the top of my yes list, and I moan long and loud enough to give Robbie a run for his money.
Then he suddenly pulls out, spins me, and hoists me into the air. My back hits the wall, and he presses back inside. He’s sweaty and completely checked out.
“Touch yourself.”
The second I wrap my hand around my cock, we both groan.
Robbie pins me to the wall, taking everything he wants and giving me everything I need.
He fucks me hard as he chases his orgasm, and I’m so blindingly close, I can barely keep my eyes open.
But I don’t want to miss this. I want to witness the exact moment he lets go.
I’m close though. Worried I won’t make it. Struggling to keep control so I can see him go first.
Pleasure ripples along my spine, making my ass clench, and then Robbie gasps and lets go.
“Brandon. Oh, fuck, Brandon.”
His lips slant over mine, not quite kissing but claiming all the same. I shake as my orgasm takes hold, and the first jerk of my cock is bliss. My eyes fall closed, and I sink into the feeling, wanting to draw it out forever.
Suddenly, Robbie laughs.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing.” He kisses me. “Everything.”
“You are one weird dude.”
He lets me down, cock slipping out. “Okay. That was officially the best sex I’ve ever had.”
I want to ask, to test him out, see if he’s done now we’ve covered that off or if he wants more as much as I do. I’m nervous. Not sure how to even bring it up. Fuck it. “Think we can go for top three?”
“I reckon top five.”
“Top ten?” My nerves are bubbling up to something like excitement.
“I bet you could take out all top fifty places if you wanted them.”
I tug him down and sink my teeth into his neck. “Let’s test that theory out.”