He leans forward, draping his body over mine, his hot breath dancing across my skin with each exhale. He slowly pulls out and then thrusts back in, just as hard and fast, jarring me forward. I brace my hands against the bed as he falls into a punishing rhythm as if he’s reading my mind and knowing exactly how I like it.
Our grunts and moans echo off my bedroom walls. The slap of our skin and the bang of my headboard all come together for an erotic soundtrack to the rough fuck we fall into. I meet each of his thrusts, clenching around him to savor the feeling of his huge cock inside me. He tags my prostate over and over until I’m groaning so loudly I wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbors call to report it.
My cock fucking aches, slapping against my stomach with every hard thrust. If I lose the brace of both hands on the bed, I’m going to end up face-first in a pillow, but the deeper and harder he fucks me, the less a hand around my cock feels like a necessity.
My muscles all tremble and tighten, heat pooling in the pit of my stomach as Aldis humps me furiously, kissing and biting my shoulder blades and the back of my neck, his balls slapping against mine over and over.
“You’re so tight. So hot. So fucking sexy. Jesus, Bowen, Ungh.”
He buries himself deep again as his cock swells. He moans against my shoulder, and even through the condom, I can feel the heat and force of his cum as he lets go. That’s all it takes to push me over the edge, the pulse of his cock against my prostate as he loses himself to his orgasm, drawing a wild wail from me as my balls constrict and I paint my bedsheets with my own thick, sticky release.
* * *
HAWTHORNE
I stand in the kitchen clutching my water bottle, wondering what the proper protocol is when you hear your roommate-slash-best friend getting thoroughly railed in the middle of the day. We’ve lived together since college, and in those twelve years, I’ve never once been in this situation, which, now that I think about it, might be weird. I’m sure he’s heard sex sounds from my room on multiple occasions.
That thought sends me spiraling straight back into the depressed state I was in when I stepped into the house a few minutes ago, hoping Bowen would be around so I could unload on him. Apparently, someone beat me to it. I wince at my own bad innuendo and guzzle down some water.
The breakup with Jess was a long time coming, but it still fucking sucks. Mainly because I can’t figure out what the fuck is wrong with me. On paper, Jess is it, but something never quite clicked right. She’s been hinting at taking the next step for a while now. The rings and wedding bells step, the house with a picket fence and a golden retriever step, the two-point-five kids step.
My throat starts to constrict just thinking about it.
That’s why I had to end it. It was the right thing to do, even if her face when I broke the news to her made me feel like a fucking monster. That’s why I needed to hear from my best friend that I did the right thing.
The sounds from his bedroom stop, and I’m surprised to find myself curious about who he brought home. Has he been seeing someone he hasn’t told me about? His door creaks open, followed by footsteps coming down the hallway. I lean against the counter with a grin, ready to give him shit about his early afternoon sex fest, but it’s not Bowen who steps into the kitchen.
There’s a very naked, very ripped dude standing in my kitchen, looking as surprised to see me as I am to see him.
“Oh, shit, I didn’t know anyone else was here.” He makes no move to cover his nudity. Even flaccid, his cock is huge, which is the excuse I’m giving myself for not being able to look away for several seconds.
“I’m Bowen’s roommate. He’s probably mentioned me. Hawthorne.” I make a move to offer my hand but then realize that might be weird. Is there proper etiquette for greeting your roommate’s very naked, sweaty…lover? Boyfriend?
“Sorry, no,” he says. I frown, and he chuckles. “To be fair, we literally just met. All I know is his name and that he’s fucking fire in bed.”
I nod because what the fuck am I supposed to say to that?
“Aldis,” Bowen’s voice echoes down the hallway, and within a few seconds, he’s in the kitchen as well, equally as bare as his friend. Again, I can’t keep my eyes from dropping to his cock. I’ve seen him naked dozens of times, it’s kind of hard to avoid when you live together, but there’s something different about seeing him freshly fucked. His skin is all flushed, droplets of cum glistening in his body hair, his lips swollen. His skin is pink and raw, I’m assuming from Aldis’s facial hair. My eyes linger on a purple love bite on his thigh, the sight of it doing something weird to my insides.
My heart beats faster and my whole body heats unexpectedly with feelings I can’t quite pin down.
“Shit, sorry, Hawthorne.”
“Yeah, I’m just going to, uh…” I don’t bother to elaborate before slipping out of the kitchen in a hurry, the echoes of the loud moans I heard coming from his room still playing through my mind on a loop as I close myself in my own bedroom.
Chapter Two
Hawthorne
I head straight to the shower, tearing off my clothes as I go. I need to wash this day and whatever the fuck I just experienced in my own damn kitchen off me. Seeing two naked men shouldn’t be a big deal, but explain that to my dick.
I contemplate the cold shower I obviously need but opt for a scalding hot one, hoping to burn some fucking sense into me. Standing under the water, letting it fall all around me, I try to think of anything but the sound of Bowen’s moans and his just-fucked appearance.
It’s just stress. That has to be it. The lingering guilt of breaking Jess’s heart, the lost feeling of coming home and finding Bowen unavailable, the weird physical reaction—all stress. And if I know anything, it’s how to get rid of stress.
Leaning back against the tiles, I give in and stroke my erection slowly, closing my eyes as visions of Bowen and his friend come to mind. Precum pools on my hand as I pull back my foreskin. The only time I’m not self-conscious about the amount of precum I produce is when I’m indulging in some solo time. Who needs lube when I’ve got a natural fountain of it?
The more I stroke, the more I try to conjure images of hot women, but my brain is an asshole and keeps luring me back to Bowen and his thick cock. Not as thick as his friend’s though. Instead of fighting it, I give in, wondering what they did behind those doors that produced such noises while Aldis’s words play in my mind…he’s fucking fire in bed.
My balls tighten as heat builds in my stomach, the release I need achingly close. Just a few more strokes and…“Fuuuuuck.”
Throwing my head back, I pump my fist in slow strokes, milking every drop of cum until my knees feel weak. I finish with a quick soap up, then step out, grabbing a towel before I collapse on my bed.
The shower did nothing to stop my swirling thoughts—from Jess’s broken expression to Bowen’s freshly fucked face to what the fuck am I doing with my life now. I’m so fucked up, and the only person who can help is…entertaining.
I need Bowen.
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BOWEN