Page 79 of Best Friends, Tennessee

Seeing my best friend reaching for my cock because I wouldn’t fuck him quickly enough?

That was a world I never knew I’d be in.

I slid my fingers out in one quick motion, reaching for the condom. I rolled it over my cock and covered it in lube, giving myself a couple of quick strokes.

With my other arm I lifted Finn up a bit further from the mattress, positioning him so that I could fuck him like this—while he was still on his back, looking up at me.

I started to push the slick tip of my cock into his tight ring of muscle, giving him what he’d been begging for. He knew to relax again, and I watched as his mouth opened, clearly in pleasure and not pain.

At first I thought it must be an act. It was going to hurt him, at least a bit, to get used to the feeling.

“Fuck yes,” he uttered through a broken breath. “More.”

As I pushed the tip in further, I finally saw it, though.

“Hurts?” I uttered, trying to ignore the cascading warmth flooding my body from how fucking good it already felt to have his tight ass wrapped around me.

“Hurts a little,” he said.

Good. He was being honest, not trying to act like it was all fine for his ego.

“Ease onto me,” I told him.

He nodded before leaning his head back onto the pillow, closing his eyes for a moment as he breathed deep. “Holy fuck.”

I swallowed hard. “Yeah,” I said.

It was a tight fit and we both knew it. I took it even slower than I had with my fingers, despite the fact that I wanted to shove my cock into him so hard I’d break him.

The thing about fucking Finn was that I’d never even let myself fantasize about it once, back in the day. I swore I thought filthy sexual things about just about every other guy in school—Finn’s teammates, other guys in my classes, even some teachers. There was even a dark time where I got off to the idea of fucking one of my worst bullies, even though in reality I’d rather have never seen his face again.

But I’d never let myself fantasize about Finn.

And consequently, it felt like I was breaking every rule by starting to push into him now. Like it was some dark, hidden secret that I was doing this at all, despite the fact that hewasright here with me, and that all of this had been his idea.

“Forbidden” didn’t even begin to describe it.

It feltimpossible.

“More,” he whispered, letting his eyes flutter back open again. His cock jumped as I pushed into him a little more.

“How are you doing?” I murmured, finding it harder and harder to string together coherent sentences.

“It hurts and I also want more,” he said. “Can’t explain it.”

I nodded once. “I understand.”

My body was hot all over, now, too, probably just as flushed as his. I let my open palm rest on his thigh as I pushed past the head of my cock into him, knowing it was going to be the most difficult part. Once it was inside, he sank down further on me, quicker and quicker.

He was hungry for it now. I moaned as I felt him push himself down over another inch of me, taking more than I knew he could.

“Fuck me.”

“Chill out,” I murmured at him, but I knew he must feel my cock pulse inside him when he talked to me like that.

His hair was wild against the pillow. I’d never seen him look so messed up in the best way, and I knew I could get addicted to seeing him like that.

“I’ll try,” I said, pushing firmly deeper inside him, slowly daring to go all the way to the base of my cock. And then, by some miracle, it had happened. I was all the way in, filling him up and bending over the front of him, unable to hide how fucking good it felt.

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