It got quiet. Ethan laughed nervously, as if trying to lighten the mood, but nothing could lighten what was hanging between us. Ryan just took a sip of his beer. Jason leaned back more comfortably on the couch, giving me a challenging look, too long, too intense to be accidental.
“I don't know?” he muttered. “And you know better what a guy feels when he enters a girl?”
I smiled lazily, not taking my eyes off him.
“I know exactly what a guy feels... when he slides into something so tight that he forgets his own name.”
Jason snorted, but something in his face twitched. And that's when Ethan spoke up, with that ironic half-smile of his:
“What's the matter, Jason? Don't you have the balls to find out?”
Jason looked at him with feigned irritation.
“Fuck you.”
Ryan interjected calmly, sarcastically, but there was more than a joke in his eyes:
“Maybe Matt should show you... scientifically.”
“Fuck off,” Jason snapped, but his voice was different. Not as confident. Not as loud.
I emptied the bottle and stood up slowly. I wasn't looking at anyone but him anymore. I walked between the couch and the table and stopped right in front of him. Without a word, I took off my T-shirt, unbuttoned my shorts, and slid them down to my thighs. My boxers followed right behind them.
I stood naked, my chest moving calmly, my cock hanging down, and the air around me seemed to thicken.
“Come on,” I said quietly. “If you're so confident, show me you can do more than just talk.”
Jason didn't move, but his face changed. He stopped pretending. He stopped smiling. I could see it in his eyes, something breaking, a decision he didn't want to make being made.
Ethan whistled under his breath, as if trying to lighten the mood, but we all knew it was real.
Jason took a deep breath. He looked at me.
“Fuck...”
“You can just watch if you're scared,” I added even more quietly. “Or you can try.”
That look... it wasn't a game anymore. It was hunger. Pure, simple, obscene.
Jason started to get up. Slowly. As if every movement was a struggle with himself.
And that's when I knew it had begun.
Jason approached slowly. Each step was heavy, as if he were forcing himself to abandon everything he believed in. I could see that his body already knew, but his head was still fighting. He stood right next to me, his breath brushing against my skin. He smelled of cologne and sweat. Raw. Masculine. Real.
Then something rustled. Ethan took something out of his pocket and threw it across the table.
“Put this on,” he said hoarsely.
Jason caught the condom and looked at me one last time. One last chance to back out. But I just raised my eyebrows slightly and whispered,
“Come on. Prove to them you're a man with balls.”
He tore open the package. I heard him unroll the condom. Then he slid down his pants and boxers. His movements were nervous but confident. Real. He stood right behind me.
I couldn't see him, but I could feel every inch of his presence. His cock hung in the air, warm, taut, ready. This was no longer a joke.
His hands grabbed my hips. Strong, decisive. Their strength was all too real. As if he wanted to make sure I wouldn't fall apart in his hands. And I was ready. Completely open. Submissive, but consciously so.
I felt his cock rubbing against me. As if he was exploring the entrance. He was only touching the surface, but my body was already responding.
The first touch was uncertain, as if he was still trying to understand what he was doing. But his breathing betrayed more than his gestures. It was ragged. Too fast.
“Tight, huh?” I said over my shoulder, in a low voice. “Tell them.”
He didn't answer. He just tightened his fingers on my skin. As if it were the only way to keep from going crazy.
And then he moved. Not all the way yet. Not completely. But I already knew Jason had just started something he couldn't stop.
Jason went deeper. His movements were getting heavier, less controlled, as if something inside him was breaking with each thrust. I could feel all of him, not just his cock, but the full weight of the decision he had made.
My body accepted him without resistance. Every impulse spread like a wave. Jason moved with a force that was meant to show that he was in control, but I knew the truth. He was no longer in control of anything. His body was now speaking for him.
“Tell them,” I muttered, clenching my fingers on the edge of the table. “Tell them that no girl was as good as me. Tell them you didn't know it could be so... addictive.”
Jason growled something under his breath, but his voice broke. The rhythm began to quicken. The table began to creak beneath us. Each of his movements hit me with new force, and his breath broke halfway through. He was supposed to be dominant. And now... now he was moaning. Like someone trying to swallow a sound, but his body betraying him.
I looked over my shoulder. Ethan was watching, mesmerized. His hand was clenched on his thigh. Ryan... Ryan wasn't moving at all. Only his eyes said it all. He was drawn in, fascinated. Terrified of what he was feeling and even more excited by it.
“Deeper,” I whispered. “Don't pretend you don't want it.”
Jason held me tighter. Each thrust was now desperate. As if he was trying to sink into me completely. Not leaving a millimeter between us. As if he needed me... more than he had ever needed a woman.
“You won't last,” I said quietly, feeling his body tense. “Because no one has ever made you forget who you are.”
His voice cracked:
“Shut up...”
But I already knew. Jason was mine.
Jason stopped deep inside me, his movements suddenly cut off, as if something inside him had broken. I felt the warmth of his cum flooding me from within. His body trembled, arms tense to the limit, hands digging into my hips as if they were the only point of anchorage in the whole world.
He hissed my name. Not loudly. But with such force that the air stopped.
And then he collapsed. Heavy, slow, as if he no longer had the strength to hold on. He leaned against me, his breath tearing through the silence. His sweaty neck touched my back, and his fingers still held me, as if he was afraid that if he let go, it would all stop being real.
I didn't say anything. Not yet.
Finally, Jason pulled away, slowly, clumsily, as if only now realizing what he had just done. He sat down heavily on the couch, his head bowed, not looking at anyone. He just breathed. Heavily. Like someone who had crossed a line he had no right to touch.
I got up. Slowly, unhurriedly, as if nothing had happened. I was covered in his cum, felt it inside me, and didn’t want it to disappear. I turned around and looked at each of them in turn.
Ethan looked like he was fighting with himself. His hand was still resting on his thigh. His eyes were wide open, but his lips were pressed together, as if he didn't want anything to slip out.
Ryan, on the other hand, sat with the bottle halfway to his mouth. His gaze was fixed on me.
I walked over to the table. I grabbed my boxers, but didn't put them on yet. I stood there naked, warm, calm.
I looked at Jason.
“You wanted to show who's the man here,” I said quietly. “But I'm the one who made you unable to resist.”
Jason raised his head. His gaze was no longer defiant. It was... broken. Submissive. Quiet.
“Fuck...” he muttered. “You're right.”
Ethan rubbed his face with his hand and just said,
“That was fucking exciting.”
Ryan didn't say anything. He just watched. And I could see his pants getting too tight.
I put on my boxers, slowly. I gave them one last look.
And I left the living room.
I left them there, their heads full of images that would never fade.
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