"Between friends, unspoken feelings can feel like a fragile thread pulled taut; one denies its existence while the other hides behind its delicate weave, both yearning for the courage to unravel what lies beneath."
Ian and Julian, long-time best fri...
"Everybody knows, the world is full of stupid people" ~Ian
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Everybody knows the world is full of stupid people, and I've always been one of them.
I felt her hot breath against my ear as we worked our hips slowly in time with each other. The rain drummed softly against the car windows, its steady rhythm matching the quiet hum of the engine. The world outside blurred into nothingness, leaving just us—confined in this small, almost intimate space.
Her eyes met mine, and I could feel the weight of her gaze.
I didn't wait a second. I started slowly at first, barely moving, just enjoying the feeling of her wet pussy around my dick, worried that if I did too much, she'd stop it.
Then I began to pump my cock a little deeper and deeper into her. Her breathing intensified, her moans growing louder. She gradually picked up the pace, on her own, grinding harder, deeper, faster until we were fully fucking.
Her pussy was so tight and wet; it was incredible! I picked up the pace, thrusting over and over. Every minute or so, she would say something else to me:
"I needed that. Needed to feel." Detached as I'd been lately, it was easier to give in to the desire, to let go of everything else for just this moment.
My hand moved without much thought, tracing slow, careful circles on her thigh. The warmth of her skin burned through my touch, making my breath hitch. She didn't pull away.
"Ian," she moaned. Her voice was a tether, grounding me even more. There was no rush, no need to fill the silence with words.
I leaned in slowly, my lips brushing hers with gentle pressure. Her breath hitched, and I responded instinctively, pulling her closer. The hunger was anything but subtle. Every touch, every movement built the tension between us, more alive with every passing second.
I cupped her tight bum in my hands, lifting her as she began to buck and writhe, tiny vibrations through her pubic bone and bum that seemed to come in a single wave, then evaporate, leaving her to sink back onto me with a long sigh.
Her hands found their way into my hair, fingers tightening around the strands as she held on, anchoring herself. The sensation of her touch, the softness of her skin beneath my fingertips—it was a rush, something I couldn't resist.
I pulled back, then thrust up hard, making her gasp and throw her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I did it again, and groaning, she pressed her lips to mine, pushing her tongue into my mouth.
I kept going, my hips smacking against her with each thrust, bouncing her off. The heat was back, right at the base of my shaft. I wanted it this time; I wasn't going to let it go.
Faster and faster, harder and harder.
Nearly there, I drove up hard, once, twice, feeling the burn as she pressed her face to mine, her fingers interlacing behind my neck, her legs squeezing.
