Page 101 of Fragments
We’re supposed to bejust friends, innocently cuddling… and now we’re humping through our clothes.
I’m such a weirdo… Why am I doing this to him? He probably thinks I’m a freak.
I bury my face in the crook of Ren’s neck, my entire body shivering with confused want that I justdon’t understand.
“W-we should… s-stop.” My lips tremble against his warm flesh. But I’mnotstopping.
“Don’t stop,” he purrs, clutching me to him. “This feels too good.”
He’s right. It feelsso fucking good. Way too good to stop.
I have an erection. My dick is actuallyhard, harder than it’s ever been before. And I can feel his too… Big and solid.
He’s a man with a big, hard cock, just like mine.
God, my friend’s dick is so big… and hard…
My hips seek it out, dragging mine along the length of his. Thethrobbingbetween my legs with our cocks rubbing together is almost painful. But I like it.
I didn’t know I liked it… I didn’t know I could feel this with a guy.
“I… I’m confused,” I whisper. “You make me nervous, Ren…”
My face is like a furnace, but now I’ve shifted on top of him, and I’mthrusting.
Ren spreads his legs to make room for me. “Just do what feels good.” His voice is rich and smooth, like melted caramel. “Don’t overthink it.”
My face is still smashed in his neck because I’m too afraid to look at him. But I refuse to stop working my hips between his legs. It’s some kind of primal instinct to move this way… To fuck into him for some friction to soothe this desperate ache.
“You’re so hard…” I whimper, timidly slipping my tongue between my lips to lick his neck.
He tastes salty and sweet.
My heart is racing faster than ever.
“Want me to move it?” he breathes. “I can roll over, or…”
“No. Ilikeit.” My voice cracks.
I’m fucking humiliated, but it feels way too good to care.
“Just use me to get off, baby,” he whispers. “Use me to see what you like.”
I’m fucking spinning, gripping his shirt in my fist while I pump my cock against his. It’s euphoric, grinding into him like this, my dick pulsing sticky stuff all over the inside of my pants. I’m lost in a haze, sexual desire and lust clouding everything around us. I’m gasping and Ren is groaning, and I’m trying to be as quiet as possible, but it’s hard when I’ve never felt anything so intoxicating.
“Ren…” I mewl his name, my balls drawing up tight like I might come.
No, not yet… I don’t want to embarrass myself.
But then I remember what he said about wanting a virgin…
Does he think it’s hot? Me being so needy and inexperienced I’m about to come in my pants just from rubbing myself on him?
This is a guy who has sexallthe time. I try not to think about what he actually does, but I get the idea that he likes to be the one whoreceives. How can someone who knows about that kind of pleasure be turned on by a virgin dry humping him?
This is the problem… I know it is. It’s not about me not be able to feel this with a guy. Clearly, I can.
It’s about me feeling like I couldn’t possibly be enough forthisguy.
