I squat slightly to adjust to the height of the bed and fuck him good.
With one hand, he grabs onto the sheets. He balls the other into a fist while cursing.
“God, you feel great, Scott.”
I stroke my hand across his back. I can feel that I’m getting close—so fucking close.
I pull out, wrap my arms under his legs, and flip him onto his back, quickly getting back inside. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he twists and turns and jerks his cock off.
“I’m gonna fucking come,” I say.
“Me, too.”
He looks directly into my eyes.
I don’t want to get lost in this moment. I don’t want him to see me come, but the pressure is too much, and soon, I’m cringing and grunting as I fill the condom with my spooge. I shout out even louder than I did the night with the redhead.
He curses again before he shoots his own load across his torso.
We settle with me staying inside him, leaning down and kissing him. His lips feel so good still. I don’t want to stop kissing him, but I can feel that the room is starting to spin.
Now that the hot, passionate sex is over, I’m realizing how wasted I really am.
“Oh, shit.” I collapse on top of him.
He pants. “Oh… my fucking… God. That was insane.”
I tuck my head next to his and close my eyes, trying to block out the spinning of the room. “Sorry,” I say, recognizing that he probably wants me to get off and out of him.
“You can stay right there until you’re ready to go again, if you want.”
He shifts his head so he’s looking me in the eyes, a sly smile spreading across his face.
I like this guy.
10
My head and my ass are in pain.
My ass in the good way. My head, not so much.
Mikey really did a number on me with that massive cock of his.
I was so wasted that, if it weren’t for the sore feeling I have now, I’d think it was a dream.
It wasn’t, though, and I’m forced to face the fact that I made a big mistake.
Really? Jordan’s brother? His brother who fucks girls?
Jordan gets back from his trip today. What the fuck would he say if he found out about what we did? He’d be pissed that I turned his brother gay. I know I didn’t, but that’s totally what he would think.
I didn’t even like him two nights ago.
Maybe I’ll be lucky and he’ll want to forget about it as much as I do.
Although, it was too fucking hot for me to really want to forget about it. It was steamy, passionate, in-fucking-credible. But I’m sure that half the reason it felt so good was because of how wrong it was.
I don’t do this. I don’t hook up, and I’m not the kind of asshole to throw my friendship with Jordan away for some stupid fuck with his brother.
