“More.” I pushed my ass against him. I felt the slippery smoothness of the lube as he added a generous amount and cautiously worked in a third finger.
I loved the care he showed. It was almost—almost—as good as the pads of his thick fingers nudging my prostate and making me quake.
I’d been slightly worried it might hurt, that three fingers would be too much.
I wanted more. I began rocking against him, begging.
Drew chuckled and, with his free hand, caught my cock to jack it slowly.
I gasped and nearly came up off the bed.
“You’re going to come so hard tonight,” he vowed, giving me a jerk.
I shuddered and fell back against the pillows. “I want more, Drew. Give me more,” I begged and reached between us for his dick.
The feel of him pulling out of me was almost enough to make me weep. I’d grown used to the pressure inside, to having him inside me. Drew moved quickly and reached back into the nightstand and pulled out a foil-wrapped packet.
I snatched it out of his hand and ripped it open with my teeth. “Here.” I crooked a finger at him, and he thrust his hips forward so I could grab his cock and roll the latex over his incredibly steely rod.
“Damn,” I murmured, stroking it just because. “You’re so fucking hard. You want this.”
He made a sound. “I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.”
“Me, too.” I released him and reached for my own length.
He made a tsking sound and pushed my hand away. His body hovered close, and he rubbed his sheathed cock against mine. Automatically, my legs spread and my hips lunged upward.
His tongue licked across my lips, and I forgot about my cock as we kissed deep.
Since I was ready and he wanted me to stay that way, his hand went back down to my ass, where he began teasing and fingering all over again.
I ripped my mouth free of his.
“Forrester,” I growled.
“Me, too, frat boy,” he murmured, sliding down my body. “I’m ready, too.”
This could have been an awkward moment. This could have been scary and uncomfortable.
It wasn’t.
We were best friends first. We knew each other too well for that to happen. I read him and he read me. It was like we were different chapters but of the same book. We had a deep enough connection and a strong enough sense of familiarity with one another to prevent any awkwardness from getting in our way.
Intimacy closed in like thick fog on a rainy morning. I shoved my legs wide, and he covered his thick and ready cock with lube. We were always very generous with the liquid. When he was done covering himself, he rubbed his slick fingers around my rim one last time before pumping my erection and making me pant.
Drew positioned against me, holding his rod at the base. “T,” he rasped, “if you want me to stop—”
“I’m not gonna want you to stop.”
He half smiled. “I will if you need me to.”
“I know, Forrester.”
I love you.
My body automatically stiffened when I felt the slick, swollen head against my sensitive skin. My teeth sank into my lower lip as I waited for that first push of penetration, for the second of pressure that came with his breech.
He didn’t shove himself in, though. Instead, he rocked against my hole, back and forth, back and forth. His hand closed around my cock, and he jacked me in the same rhythm.
“More,” I asked.
He slid deeper.
A sound unlike anything I’d ever made before vibrated the back of my throat. My body stretched around him and loosened.
It felt…
Incredible.
“Ohmymotherfuckinggod,” Drew rushed out. I could feel his body trembling, fighting to keep still.
“Drew?” I glanced up, making sure he was okay.
His eyes were closed, nothing short of bliss written on his features. Without thinking about it, he rocked a little deeper, and I moaned.
His eyes shot open with alarm, and our gazes collided.
Instead of telling him how much I liked it, I started to move, bearing down on his length and feeling every inch of him stretch and rub my inner walls.
“You squeeze me in all the right places,” he murmured as his hands hit the mattress of either side of my hips.
“Move, Forrester,” I urged. “Fuck me.”
A growl ripped out of his chest, and his hips began to thrust.
Oh God, he was a beautiful sight above me. The way he moved was unlike anything I’d felt before. Even though it was tight, the pressure was delicious. He slid in and out, spearing me over and over with ease, and the silky moisture of the lube coated me in all the right places.
And then his swollen tip hit my prostate. My mouth opened, but no sound came out.
“T?” Drew stilled, looking down at me.
“Don’t. Fucking. Stop,” I ground out and shoved down on his dick.
His smile was brilliant, and he moved with renewed force. This time he was a little rougher, a little deeper, like he knew exactly where to hit.
I shuddered and grabbed for his hands. He only let me have one, linking our fingers together.