My ex-boyfriend doesn't know it's me, part 5
All characters are 18+. All situations described are fully consensual.
Part 4
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I couldn’t remember ever having been this nervous for a hookup. Even my first time, yeah I was nervous, but I was more excited and horny. This time… I felt like I didn’t know what I was getting myself into.
I was never one of those gays who tried hooking up with girls. Ever since I was in middle school I knew exactly what I was attracted to, and their soft, lumpy bodies were not it. No girls tried to get with me anyway, so it seemed like we had a mutual sexual revulsion. Girl friends I’d had a few of; girlfriends, not even one.
The idea of having a stranger in the room was hot until that stranger was a girl. I felt like she’d throw off the mood or something.
Still, there was no turning back now. I’d already agreed—might as well get it over with. If we tried it once and I didn’t like it, I could probably convince Blake to let me keep fucking him without an audience. Our dynamic was a little fucked up, but I could tell we both loved it.
The door was propped open by the swing latch as always. I took a deep breath, pushed my nervousness aside. I wasn’t here to put on a show, I was here to fuck my ex-boyfriend till he cried. Just the thought of him, the memory of the sounds he made, got me hard. Who cared about the girlfriend? That wet mouth and tight asshole were steps away now. All I had to do was claim them.
I pushed through the door and she was the first thing I saw, sitting in the chair dead across from the door. The moment I saw her and she stopped being theoretical, I realized that she was the only reason any of this was happening at all. She was the reason Blake had left me. She was the reason he was fucking strangers. She was the reason I was going to have an audience today.
For all that, you’d think she was a goddess. Instead, she was utterly ordinary. That’s not to say that she wasn’t pretty. She was. Dark brown hair falling just past her shoulders, full lips with a barely-there cupid’s bow, almond eyes so brown they looked black. But she was not extraordinary. Her frame was more boxy than curvy, tits on the smaller side. When I saw her, I stood in the doorway for a long moment holding her gaze, my rage flaring like a cigarette in dry brush.
My nervousness evaporated. This was the competition. No, not the competition—the victor. I’d already lost. And the shame of the loss burned blindingly hot across my brain, made me want to fuck Blake so hard he’d think of me when he was fucking her.
I closed the swing lock and let the door slam shut. I walked in, holding her gaze. She gazed back, eyes sharp and cold as a scalpel. Blake was in the center of the room as requested, not on the bed this time but standing, dick already at half chub, completely nude and absolutely gorgeous. I saw him now through her eyes: handsome, obedient, meek, submissive. He hadn’t been those things when we were together, but he seemed to have become them since he got with her. A toy.
Well, if he was a toy, I planned to play rough.
I broke my gaze with the girlfriend and stood face to face with Blake. I grabbed him by the throat with one hand. He jumped, but didn’t resist. I scoffed, pulled his face to mine and kissed him deep. He melted into me, lifted his hands to ghost over my chest, my shoulders, down my arms. I poured my anger and jealousy into the kiss, devouring his mouth. I released his throat for a moment, grabbed both his wrists, moved his hands to my belt. He took the hint, kissing me back hard while he undid my pants and pushed everything to the ground. He laid a hand on my cock and started to stroke me. I grabbed his throat again, kissed down the side of his neck, out to his shoulder, dug the fingers of my other hand into one hip. The experience of him became my entire world—the salty taste of his skin, the sound of his speeding breath, the fevered beat of his pulse under my fingers. All my senses filled with him and whipped me into a frenzy. I grabbed a handful of his hair, pulled his head back, forced him down to his knees. He gasped but didn’t resist, almost collapsed from the strange position I’d forced his spine into.
I wasn’t fully hard yet, but Blake didn’t let that stop him. He found his way to my cock and gobbled it down like he was starving, tongue hot and already sloppy with spit. Normally I’d have fucked into him, but he was so eager I let myself relax, let him fuck himself on me instead. I still held the hard grip on his hair, but didn’t control him just yet. Instead, I glanced over my shoulder at the girlfriend, still sitting in her chair. I pushed Blake off me, moved to the side, pulled him back on—give her the view she had asked for. I stared at her as he serviced me. She didn’t look up at me at first, just watched Blake choke himself on me, but eventually she noticed my gaze and looked up. I stared into her soul, tried to make it as clear as possible that I could give him something she never could. She gazed back, seemingly unfazed, then quirked a smile with the corner of her mouth and looked back at Blake.
I pulled him off me again and he gasped, tried to catch his breath. Rather than let him rest, I dragged him behind me, shoved him toward the bed. He stumbled, tried to climb onto the bed, misjudged the edge, fell. I hauled him up by his hair again and he groaned through his teeth. I shoved him to the bed again, made sure he made it up, then climbed behind him.
When it had just been he and I, the only thing I cared about was getting mine. It was nice to discover that I got him off so hard, and I had definitely turned it to my advantage both times, but his getting off was less important than my fucking him raw. This time was different. She needed to see what I had in me. She needed to see how totally outclassed she was.
I ran my hands over his ass, squeezed both cheeks, slapped hard once, then spread him open and swirled a hot sloppy lick over his hole. He threw his head back and arched his back hard, a gasp escaping his lips, then a moan. I tongue fucked him and beat his dick while he moaned and pushed his hips back into my face. He seemed to get more desperate with every hot lick, his moans getting louder, more uninhibited, as though he was forgetting that she was there—as though he was forgetting there was anyone in the universe but he and I.
The sound of him was unreal, beyond desperate, and it made my balls ache to unload in him. When it was too much, I pulled back, slapped his ass hard again, then pushed him over so that he was on his back. I didn’t waste any time—I hauled his legs over my shoulders and shoved myself in deep. He howled, delicate hands clawing into my biceps with frenzied strength. I shoved a hand into his face, covered his mouth as he groaned against me, and fucked him hard.
He felt amazing, as hot and tight as a fantasy, his muffled groans combining with the fluttering of his hole to get me dangerously close far faster than I wanted.
I looked up at her as I destroyed him, breathing hard with the effort but not flagging. She leaned forward in the chair, hands folded under her chin, smiling slightly, eyes wandering over both of us. I captured her eye as I fucked him, held her gaze. She looked back, that same pleased expression painted on her features. I glared at her. Even though I was fucking him—even though I was in control—it began to feel like I was the toy that she was playing with.
Suddenly she pushed out of the chair and stood. I kept fucking Blake, Blake kept moaning and grunting against my hand, but she began to walk around us, taking us in from multiple angles. I kept watching her, but the combination of shame at being the loser and the feeling of Blake’s hole constricting on me did something to me. I was getting close fast, needed to back away from it.
I pushed off Blake, heaved down breath, refused to look at her, rolled him onto his stomach, went to my knees, jerked his hips up to mine. I shoved myself in again and he sobbed, cursed, begged. “Oh my god, sir, oh my god,” he babbled, “please fuck me, please don’t stop, please—”
I grabbed his throat and pulled his back to my chest, trying to find a way to fuck him even harder, even faster.
Suddenly there was movement in the corner of my eye—the girlfriend was walking around to face Blake.