He twitched against me, and I stopped, concerned that I might be causing him pain with no lube, even though I was only using one finger. But he didn’t cry out—not in discomfort at least, and his hips jerked back and forth on my finger like it wasn’t enough stimulation. All I could do was stare at him, mesmerized.
Alex moved rhythmically on my finger, and I had to add another one in. His hot breath breathed on my ears as he panted, and it made my chest swirl. If my other arm weren’t in a cast, I’d squeeze his perfectly round cheek as he fucked himself on my fingers.
“I need… you,” Alex groaned into my ear. “Please.”
“Alright,” I breathed. “Grab the lube behind you.”
His head shook against the crook of my neck. “Don’t need it.”
Fuck.“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” His star-struck eyes met mine, and I didn’t know how I could say no to those.
Without another moment to spare, Alex adjusted himself to hover over my pointed dick. His movements were so quick that I could barely grasp them, but my good hand gripped his waist before he lowered himself onto me.
I held his gaze firmly. “Lube.”
With a sigh of defeat, he reached over and opened the drawer, pulling out the bottle of lubricant begrudgingly. He handed it to me with a pout that only made me smirk.
I squeezed it onto my fingers. “As much as I loved the newfound assertiveness, I won’t let you hurt yourself.”
“I would’ve been fine,” he complained.
“My steadfast fucking boyfriend,” I muttered to myself as I rubbed the gel along my cock.
But Alex heard it. “Boyfriend?”
Shit. The words were out before I could take them back, and now Alex was reading my every move. I took him out on one date, didn’t even say it was one, and now my brain was calling him my boyfriendout loud? Seriously?
“Well, that’s what I thought was happening.” I cleared my throat awkwardly. “We went out, you spend most nights here, and… we fuck. I know those things don’t automatically equal a relationship, but I thought it did for us.”
Alex’s fingernails dug into my good shoulder as he continued to use me to hold himself up. I couldn’t imagine a world where he didn’t reciprocate how I felt because he always did. As kids, his and my emotions were on the same level in every situation. That’s why my heart clenched at his silence.
Was I wrong?
A smirk found its way onto Alex’s lips as he realigned himself with my tip. “My boyfriend is the most drooled over man on the entire basketball team.”
I grunted as his tight heat clenched around my tip, sending intense pulses through my body. Alex eased himself onto me, and my hand gripped his perfect ass and gave it a tight squeeze. Touching him like that—squeezing his ass, pinching his nipples, and sucking his cock—was my favorite. Alex even started wearing his glasses more because he knew how much they turned me on. Like right now.
Alex let out a final moan right before I was fully inside him. I had to hold my hips to keep them from bucking to let him adjust, and it was true torture. His warmth felt like heaven around me, and every slight movement had me clenching my teeth.
Our chests were only inches apart, and his legs straddled me, and the sight was the highlight of my night. He lay with his head on my shoulder for a minute or so before he was ready to go.
In my injured state, Alex took the lead. His hips swayed, slow at first, giving each motion meaning and emotion. With wide, flustered eyes, he fixed his gaze on mine, moaning with each quicker sway. I used my free hand to massage his cheeks, helping accelerate his movements.
Before I knew it, my hips were thrusting into him as he rode my dick. Even with a fresh injury, I couldn’t let him do all the work while I sat around and watched.
“Fuck, River,” Alex panted.
Taking the invitation, I put all my strength into one hip thrust. That singular thrust created a full-body jolt and yelp out of Alex, and made pride swirl in my chest. His eyes went big, and his already probing fingernails dug deeper into my skin.
I whispered against his neck, “I think I found it.”
Alex let a breathless chuckle into my ear before he swayed his hips again. His flustered face only grew redder as he fucked himself on me, faster and harder than I’d seen him before. My hips moved with a natural rhythm toward him, and I felt my climax coming, wondering if he was ready too. I didn’t have to wonder for long.
“I’m… so close,” Alex whined.
Perfect.I took my hand from his cheek, wrapped it around his dick, and pumped like my life depended on it. Overstimulated, my boyfriend came in a matter of seconds. I held him close as I came right after he did.
