Although we are a little drunk, we still have fun. That’s one of the reasons why I keep Brady around. There are no strings – just sex. And that’s all I’ve looked for lately. There is something about the accomplishment of luring in a guy and having my way with him. Then being able to make the decision whether there is a next time or not. Which most of the time…there isn’t.
Except with Brady, and that’s why I keep fucking him – he keeps it simple and I know he doesn’t want more. He wants to fuck and that’s it. He doesn’t call or bother me unless it’s for this. He gestures me to him and I crawl over his body, stopping to drag my tongue up his balls and along his hard cock, then slowly I taste every ridge of his six-pack. I glance up at him when he snakes his hand into the cup of my bra grabbing a mound of my full breast, finding the nipple and pinching it hard. The sensation causes me to moan and I go down on him, wrapping my lips around the head of his cock and twisting my hand with each movement. He sits up and unclasps my bra with one hand, allowing it to fall down my arms. I let go of him and he helps me take it all the way off, but my movements never falter or stop. I love getting him close; sucking him so well that he wants to come. “Fuck, Arion, I love your lips,” he murmurs. I can’t help but smirk. Brady takes his hands and lifts my body, twisting me so I’m now straddling his face. I stop sucking him and laugh out loud when he nips my underwear. The alcohol is beginning to make everything spin as we are now in the sixty-nine position. “Brady,” I screech, as his fingers slide beneath the thin fabric of my thong, shredding it to pieces, then he tosses them across the room.
Although the act caught me off guard, it shouldn’t have. This isn’t the first time that he has done this and I’m sure it won’t be the last. “You like it,” he chuckles, wrapping his warm lips around my clit.
I whimper from the sensation and stop sucking him, enjoying the pleasure too much to do anything else. My body tingles and warms. That is, until he suddenly stops, pulls away, and sinks two wet fingers deep inside of me. Fuck, this man knows what I like way too well. This might have to be our last time.
As he begins to move his fingers inside of me, in and out, in and out, I focus on the pleasure to keep my mind from drifting. There’s no good reason to end things with Brady, he gives me what I want, nothing more. I can’t let my own insecurities from the past creep in. “Suck me,” he orders.
I do so right away and get lost with Brady like we’ve done so many times and do so well together. I can’t help my hips as they have a mind of their own and begin bobbing on his fingers. I want to fuck him. I want more. “Fuck,” he groans, “You’re gonna make me come.”
We both stop with those words and in the flash of a second his hard cock is inside of me. “Mmmm, you’re so wet.”
I moan and brace my weight behind me on his hard stomach with my fingers dug into his six-pack. He’s underneath me, my back is to his front, and his fingers dig deep into my skin. “I’m gonna fuck you hard, Arion.”
“Fuck me,” I confirm, throwing my head back, balancing above him. As he begins, everything inside of me shakes, my breasts bounce and move, and all I can do is hang on. I try my best to stay quiet, because I know there’s a ton of other people in the house, but I can’t.
The pleasure is too great and fuck, Brady is too damn good. I clamp my * tightly around his cock, letting my body shudder. “Fuckkkkk,” I whimper.
Brady grunts loudly, holding me up, fucking me so hard that I’m lost. Lost in this moment and in these sensations. Doing what I do best. With my eyes tightly closed, the pain of my life all washes away. In its place is pleasure, so abundant that I never want it to end.
Finally, I let go after him fucking me senseless and holding onto my orgasm for as long as I can bear to. Squeezing his dick with all of my might, I allow the world’s greatest pleasure to roll through me. Then his movements slow and I look back at him. He pulls me down on top of him and wraps his arms around me, still moving slowly inside of me. “Why didn’t you come?” I ask bewildered.
“I did, a long time ago.”
I smile wondering how he could stay hard for so long. “Stay the night with me?” he asks, massaging my breasts.
His words are like a fire alarm and I can’t get off of him fast enough. I begin getting dressed, knowing that this is the end for us.
“Come on, A, please?”
“NO! Brady, you know the rules.”
“I don’t care about your rules anymore. Don’t you feel—”
I put my hand up to stop him, not wanting to know what he has to say. I look back at him as he clambers into his pants and bounces after me.
“Wait, Arion. Please.”
But I can’t and walk out of his room, slamming the door in his face. I have to leave. On the way out, I grab my coat and phone out of the kitchen and bolt through the side door, slinking away in the cold, black darkness of the night. Brady calls my name from behind me, but I don’t stop. I’ve done this too many times to count.