Lane Boy

Chapter Eight:

Tyler: (MAJOR TW PPL)

I watched as my blood dropped on the floor, I really needed to stop this. The old Josh, wherever he is, wouldn't want me doing this.

But I have to feel something other than the heartbreak, that this new Josh, or should I say old Josh, gave me.

I really didn't know what to do, what to feel, but I felt pain, and I'm wondering if that's what he wanted me to feel.

What were his intentions?

But sometimes I wonder if he just lost some of his memory, or if he's just dicking with me, because both of those things could happen.

So either he really did forget about Breena being a whore-not that I'm much below her, and lying sack of shit that toyed around with his heart.

Or he's just trying to get back at whatever I did to make him emotional.

I did accuse him of rape, and as I'm starting to remember what really happened from that night I know it wasn't.

It was far more special than me to any other intimacy that I've had with anyone.

Flashback:
Tyler smol bean: (DON'T JUDGE ME)

I took another sip of whatever alcoholic liquid was filled in my red solo cup. (Don't ask)

I saw Josh standing there, watching me, so I called out his name, hoping he'd come and join me.

He walked over to me, he was drunk, as far as I could tell, so he probably wouldn't remember much.

'Let's just hope for the best, Tyler' I told myself.

I found myself in the music-and against his body, it was purely sensational, in a way it's like I had the biggest "itch", and he relieved it.

"Come on." I tried to say, but it ended up being unheard.

Instead I just shook my head and grabbed his hand, loving the feeling of my little one being against his big hand.

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I kissed his lips, enjoying their genuine taste but hating the alcoholic kick to them.

I started kissing down his stomach.

I undid his belt buckle and he pulled down his pants.

(CAN YOU FEEL IT??😍💦💦)

I gulped, he was big, I could see it through his boxers.

I pulled what was left of my clothes off, searching for a bottle of lube.(KEEPING THINGS WET SINCE '88.)

I found some and put some on his length, earning a moan from him.

"Help me become Stretched Out," I said, jokingly.

"Yes sir," he giggled.

He put some of the lube on his fingers and poked at my entrance, nodding at me before slowly easing his finger inside of me.

I looked at him and bit my lip, nodding, to tell him he could put another one in.

So he did, and I'm not gonna lie, it hurt like a bitch.

But I soon found myself trying to push my body against his fingers, I wanted more of him inside of me.

"Do you think I need a third one?" I asked, awaiting his answer.

"If you feel like it's necessary," He said, after a few moments of silence.(NOW I JUST SIT IN SILENCE)

After I had three of his fingers in me I felt that I was ready, so I eased myself down on his length effortlessly.

I moaned, lifting myself back up a little ways, and then coming back down quickly.

Josh felt stiff as a board, and I guess he knew that I was okay with him thrusting into me.

He grabbed my hips and started thrusting up into me, hitting my prostate and making me let out a loud, slutty moan.

Soon I was panting and moaning his name.

His grunting and the look on his face was nearly enough to push me off the edge.
"I'm close."

"Yeah," he moaned,"Me too."

"F-fuck-faster!" He bucked into me faster and I soon found myself coming, so I let him ride out his orgasm.

"W-wow," I said, trying to catch my breath,"That was amazing."

I kissed his cheek and snuggled against his warm body, falling into sleep almost immediately.

Should this be the part where I tell you that this was my first time writing a smut scene?
I feel like it went sort of well-in a way, I did better than I thought I would, tell me what you thought!
Did you know I was a newbie? Or did I fool you?(probz not but whatevz)
Carry on now..
-L