19. Brayden

Tell him that you don't want him fucking anyone else because you're a jealous shithead who didn't like seeing him flirt with another guy.

Tell. Him.

But I don't. I just keep kissing him instead. Ripping our clothes off and making our way to my bedroom. I felt fear like I've never felt before when he started toward the door. It felt so final.

Like I wouldn't see him again. Which is crazy because I knew I definitely would. We're on the same damn racing team, but it didn't matter. Fear went through me, and I could barely speak or move.

But I'm glad I did.

So damn glad.

I'm so beyond fucked. But I won't let myself stop and just talk to him. We aren't in a relationship. He didn't say it, but he's not out, not really. And I'm not sure he's ready to be.

Not to mention, we're supposed to be BFFs, not really supposed to be fucking. I can just picture Miles's face if he found out. But I try like hell to push that thought away. The point is the vision of the PR team is that we're friends, and I'm his mentor. I'm supposed to smooth out his rough edges.

This isn't supposed to get messy.

It's just a little bit of fun.

I try to remember that as I yank his jeans open, pulling them and his boxer briefs off. We've already lost all our other clothes and shoes along the way. Now he's standing before me, naked and beautiful.

So very mine.

Except he's not.

Which only makes me kiss him harder. I drop to my knees and stare at his flushed cock before taking him into the back of my throat, working him over and making him moan. I don't know what we are, but I know I don't want it to end.

I pull off him, stroking slowly before putting my finger in my mouth and getting it nice and wet. I hear the faint sound of him moaning as he watches me, but I take him back into my mouth and move my wet finger to his hole, circling around the rim. I add one finger and then two, stretching him. Needing him.

My other hand rolls his balls gently, feeling how heavy and full they are as I taste the burst of precum on my tongue.

"Please," he gasps. "Lube. We need lube."

I agree silently, but I don't want to release him. I'm enjoying the taste of him too much. I can't let go. I suck him harder, using two fingers to massage over his prostate as his fingers dig into my shoulder.

"Yes." He's close. So close, and I want it. I need it.

He comes with a yell, his hips jerking forward and his cock destroying the back of my throat. I'm hard as steel by the time I swallow every last drop of his cum, licking and sucking him clean and milking his prostate until he begs for mercy.

I remove my fingers and let his still semi-hard cock fall from my lips as I stand up and slam our mouths together, letting him taste himself on my tongue.

His cock slides against mine, and I swear he's already getting hard again. I smile against his lips. "I guess there are perks to being twenty-one."

He just kisses me harder, moaning and grunting into my mouth as we move toward the bed. We barely break apart long enough for me to grab the lube. He climbs onto the bed on all fours, presenting that perfect, firm bubble butt of his, and I can't help myself. I toss the lube next to us and lean forward, swiping my tongue over his already-softened hole.

"Oh, fuck yes," he grunts, holding himself up and looking over his shoulder at me. I don't let up. I lick him, swirling my tongue around his rim and getting him nice and wet before I stick my tongue inside him and lick at his insides.

He's moaning, his hips thrusting backward and chasing my tongue.

"Fuck me. God, I need it. Fuck me."

Hell yes. But I'm not quite done with him yet. I suck over his hole, driving him wild before licking him again and then fucking him with my tongue until he's a pleading, writhing mess. He all but throws the lube at me, and I'd laugh, but I'm not fairing much better.

My cock is rock-hard, leaking and red. I quickly open the lube and slather my cock with it before adding some on two fingers and dipping them inside him.

"Fuck me. Come on," he complains, and I toss the lube away again before lining up at his hole and pushing forward all the way until my balls meet his ass.

"Goddamn, you feel so good."

"Yes. Fuck me," he urges, reaching back and trying to pull me deeper. I do laugh now, but it turns into a groan when I pull back and thrust into him.

I grip his hips as I push into him over and over again, making sure to hit his sweet spot. I revel in each gasp and moan. My fingers dig into his skin as he moves one hand to jack himself off while the other holds his weight.

As one of my hands moves over his spine, I watch the muscles in his shoulder and back flex with each stroke of his cock. "I'm close. Holy fuck, I'm close. I'm going to come."

I stop moving then, pulling out and flipping him over, desperate to watch him come apart. He doesn't miss a beat, arching his back when I plunge into his tight heat as he strokes his dick.

I marvel in the way his abs tighten and the veins in his neck pop. He's a beautiful sight, and my entire body is strung tight with the need to come. "Fuck yes. Come for me. I want to watch you," I plead with him.

He bites on his bottom lip, groaning as he lets go. His entire body goes rigid before cum spurts from his cock all over his hand, stomach, and chest. I moan deep in my throat, stroking into him again before I let go. I come deep inside him, leaving my cum behind. Scorching his insides with my release with no barrier between us. I feel like a fucking king.

His hand drags over my stomach, touching where we're connected, and my cock jerks, dribbling more cum inside him before I collapse.

"Oomph," he grunts but wraps his arms around me and holds me in place.

We should talk.

But we don't. I pull out of him and roll off him, but immediately, I'm on my side and looking between his legs, watching my cum run out and using my fingers to push it back in where it belongs.

"Fucking caveman," he complains, but he doesn't push me away, and I don't think he actually minds. In fact, his cock gives a small twitch, and I can't help but laugh before bringing my mouth to his for a heated kiss.

This is fine. We'll talk later.