Cody dropped by again with a six-pack and an annoyed look on his face. He sat down heavily on the couch and said:
“She doesn't want to fuck me.”
I raised an eyebrow. “What?”
She just said she wasn't in the mood tonight. That she loves me, but... you know." He waved his hand dismissively and reached for a beer. "I'm done. First no blowjob, now this."
He sat there in shorts and a T-shirt, nervously playing with the bottle cap. I knew he hadn't come here just to talk. He came because he knew he wouldn't be judged here. And maybe, damn it, he also came because he couldn't stop thinking about last time.
“Maybe you just need someone who really wants to feel you,” I said slowly. “Not someone who's just ‘in the mood’. Someone who understands what real need looks like.”
He looked at me sideways. Quietly, but with interest.
I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. And I hit him straight:
“I'll let you fuck me so hard you'll start wondering if you prefer men.”
“You... seriously?” he asked, laughing slightly, but his voice was tense. “I don't know, Matt... you're a guy...”
“Relax. I'll lead at first.”
He looked at me silently for a moment, then slowly nodded. He stood up, took off his T-shirt, shorts, then his boxers. His cock was already slightly hard. He hesitated, but didn't stop. I did the same, without a word.
He was already naked when he sat down on the sofa. His body was tense, his breathing uneven. I walked over to him, my naked skin rubbing against his knees, our eyes locked like knives.
“Breathe,” I said quietly. “And leave it to me.”
I told him to lie down. Without a word, I simply grabbed his arm and pulled him down until he was sprawled across the sofa. Naked, hardening, his eyes fixed on me as if he couldn't believe this was happening.
“Just relax,” I muttered, kneeling between his legs. “I'll take care of you.”
I leaned over him and started with his nipples. First gently, circling one with my tongue, then the other, until his breathing quickened. I took one into my mouth, sucking lightly until he twitched.
I started moving lower. I kissed his chest, stroked his side with my hand, then traced the line of his stomach with my tongue. I could feel his muscles trembling, tensing with every touch. When I reached his pubic mound, his cock was already fully hard.
I slid my tongue onto the tip of his penis and ran it slowly from bottom to top. Then again, this time bolder, wetter. He was all slippery. I slobbered him thoroughly, slowly, deliberately. Just to get him ready, more lubricated, to enter me.
Cody moaned, tilting his head back.
“Oh fuck...”
I didn't take him in my mouth. Not yet. I just left his hard cock between our bodies and moved higher, straddling his thighs, him still lying down. My ass touched his base, I could feel it throbbing.
I started rubbing myself against him, slowly, provocatively. I moved back and forth, feeling his tension.
I leaned over him and started kissing his neck, lightly biting the skin near his ear.
He moaned briefly.
I stretched out over him, rubbing against his hard cock for a moment longer, until I could barely control my breathing. Then I reached for the lube and squeezed some onto my fingers.
Cody watched as I slowly spread it between my buttocks.
He didn't take his eyes off me. It was as if he was staring at something he didn't understand but wanted.
“Can you see that?” I murmured, sliding my fingers over myself. “I'm going to feel you there in a moment. And you'll feel me.”
I turned around, knelt over him, then slowly stuck my ass out.
“Stand behind me,” I said calmly. “And don't do anything sudden. I want to feel every inch.”
He sat down. I felt his hand resting on my hips, uncertainly. And then, slowly, I felt him touch me. Hesitation, light pressure... and suddenly the tip of his cock slid between my buttocks.
“Breathe,” I whispered. “And push slowly.”
He did. He entered me slowly, deeply, feeling every millimeter. I could hear him hissing through clenched teeth, his fingers digging into my sides.
“Fuck, Matt...” he moaned. “Oh, fuck me...”
I clenched around him, deliberately, provocatively.
“Come on,” I muttered. “Take me. Stop thinking. Just take me.”
That broke him. He started moving, slowly at first, then harder. His hips began to pound rhythmically into me, his cock digging deeper and deeper. I was wide open, ready, soft and wet.
“Yes... just like that...” I whispered through my teeth. “Fuck me. You're not with her now. You're inside me.”
Cody kept moaning, not stopping.
"Ooooh Matt... fuck... that feels so fucking good... oh fuck..."
"Ah... ah... ah..." slipped out of me with every thrust.
He started fucking me as if he had forgotten that I was his friend. All that mattered was the body, the tension, the moans, and how deep he could get inside me.
Cody thrust into me with increasing force, moaning uncontrollably. Each thrust ended with a muffled sigh, as if he couldn't believe what was happening. That he was fucking me.
And I was underneath him, wide open. I wanted it. I had been waiting for it. Every movement he made pushed me deeper into the sofa. I clenched myself around him, breathing short, shallow breaths as if I was about to explode with him.
“Faster...” I gasped. “Give me everything. I want to feel you until the end.”
His hands slid down my sides, then he grabbed my shoulders, pulled me toward him, and started pounding deeper, harder, real. He was all wet with sweat, his thighs slapping against my ass with a loud smack.
“Fuck...” he gasped. “Fuck, Matt... I needed this...”
“I know...” I hissed. “I know it's better than anything she ever gave you.”
“Yes... ooooh, Matt... I'm coming...”
“Don't pull out...” I said quickly, my throat tight. “Fill me up. Inside. I want to feel you after we're done.”
His body trembled, his hips made a few more desperate movements, and then I felt him spill inside me. Warm. Deep. All his tension released into me.
He stopped, panting, his fingers digging into my skin. For a moment, there was only panting, body against body, sweat, cum, and that undeniable feeling: he did it. He really did it.
I slid off his lap and fell to the side, all hot and spent. Cody stood over me, incredulous, sweaty, still shaking. He didn't say anything.
I looked at him over my shoulder.
I smiled. Slightly. Confidently.
“I told you you'd forget about her.”
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