“No, I want you to fuck me like this, like before.”
I’d fucked him many ways last time, so I could only assume he meant the very last time, when I’d bent him over the bed and pounded him so hard it had seemed to take days before the white spots had faded from my vision. “Whatever you want.”
Jude made a sound low in his throat. “Dude, you have no idea what I want.”
* * *
Jude
And the truth was, beyond a biblical need to have his dick in me, neither did I. All I knew was I couldn’t stand to be gazing at him while he fucked me, and imagining he had feelings for me that just weren’t there. He’d come here for a repeat performance of that night in the hotel. For anonymous, fuck hot sex.
I couldn’t look at him and do that.
I couldn’t look at him at all without wanting to kiss the fuck out of him, and that shit was messing with my head.
Isha closed the space between us. His thighs covered mine, and his dick—I’d somehow missed him rolling on a condom and lubing up—pressed against me. I let out a long breath and returned to my facedown position, pushing back, encouraging him to continue.
The head of his cock eased inside me. It burned everywhere, where we were joined, in my sizzling veins, and my eyes as they teared up.
Isha rubbed my back. “Okay?”
A low moan escaped me. I was a sucker for pain, but I needed a minute.
Isha waited, unmoving. He didn’t even seem to breathe, all the while I was gasping, desperate for more, but afraid of the precipice I’d tumbled so easily off the last time.
My heart pulsed in my ears as my body adjusted. Arms shaking, I reached back and gripped Isha’s thigh, urging him to slide home. To wipe my brain of all thoughts save how fucking incredible he felt.
Isha thrust into me, burying himself to the hilt and slumping over my back, so we were moulded together. His breath was hot against my back, his grip unyielding. “Ready?”
“Fuck yeah.” I’d been ready since approximately three minutes after we’d last danced this dance.
Isha was the master of the brutal fuck. He set a cautious pace that accelerated with every drive of his hips. Over and over, he dug into me, turning me inside out until I didn’t know which way was up. The only thing stopping me from coming was that I couldn’t bear for it to end.
But it was more than the simple sensation of him fucking me. It was his hands gripping my hips and the back of my neck, his weight pinning me to my bed this time, instead of one a thousand people might’ve fucked on before us. It was his hot breath in my ear, and his deep, throaty moans. I screwed my eyes shut and tried to pretend he was someone—anyone—else, but I couldn’t. Isha brought me to life in ways I couldn’t describe. Ways no one else ever had.
My arms gave way and I fell on my face. God, I hated and loved in equal measure how hard he made my limbs tremble.
Isha pulled out and flipped me over. I wanted to fight him for dominance, but I was too desperate for him to fuck me some more to bother. He shoved my legs apart, pushing them back against my chest. His dick slid home as though it had never been gone, and he leaned over me, our faces so close that I’d have kissed him if he’d been my boyfriend.
But Isha wasn’t my boyfriend, and I didn’t want him to be. Our friendship was complicated enough, without contemplating his apparent desire to keep his sexuality separate from the rest of his life.
“Jude.”
I opened my eyes. Isha’s face was still inches from mine, eyes unblinking. “What?”
Isha stared a moment. Shrugged. “You went somewhere.”
“I didn’t.”
Isha didn’t reply.
He started fucking me again, slower this time, building and building, as I braced myself for him to hit the nuclear button once more. Pleasure spread from the tight coil in my gut and into my nerves. My cock was so fucking hard, but I didn’t touch it.
Isha hooked an arm under my leg, angling himself to screw me deeper. He added a twist and hit my prostate so beautifully that I cried out and threw my arms around him. Over his shoulder, I saw our reflection in the mirror by the window. Isha’s body moved sensuously, clenching and relaxing with every thrust while I was sprawled, a pale, hysterical mess beneath him.
Despite my feet sticking up in the air, it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, and I couldn’t look away.
I dug my fingers into Isha’s back. “Harder.”.