Leaning in closer, I press my lips to his neck while brushing my hand over his crotch.
He throws his head back, and that’s all it takes for me to spin, grab his hand, and drag him through the dark basement.
Unlike many of the people here, I’ve been to Wendell’s house enough times that I know where a bathroom is that not many others know about. Weaving through a couple hallways, I find it, drag Brian inside, and shove the door closed. The lock clicks, and in the low lighting, Brian smiles at me. It’s his most relaxed, satisfied smile. We’re both a little tipsy and insanely horny.
A rough kiss is all I give him before I undo the button of his jeans and pull them and his boxers down as I sink to the floor.
His long, thick cock springs free, and I waste no time sucking it into my mouth.
When I was working through my feelings for Brian, I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about sucking cock, but I fucking love it. There’s something to be said for being with another guy. I already know what feels good, so there’s less trial and error in figuring that out. It’s all about learning exactly what drives my man wild and being teased is definitely one of those things. We don’t have time for that tonight, so I go for another thing I know he likes—playing with his balls.
The gentle pressure adds so much, and the second I massage them, his fingers are twisted in my hair, and he’s fighting back his moans.
Part of me doesn’t care. I want him to be loud. I want the world to know he’s mine, and that I’m the one who makes him come, but blah blah we have to be adults about it. It’s annoying.
“Ryan,” he whimpers, his thighs shaking.
The head rush from those words and knowing I’m the one dragging him to the edge is more than I’ve had with anyone else before. It always feels good to get your partner off, but getting Brian off is something else.
His raspy whimpers bounce around the room, then his balls draw up and I relax my throat, waiting for the salty taste of his cum to hit my tongue. I groan the second it does, and swallow him down.
Once he’s finished, I pull off him, stand, and undo my pants.
Pressing my lips to his neck, I whisper, “I need your ass.”
He whines and bends over instantly, shoving his perfect ass toward me.
I pull a condom—for easy cleanup—and lube from my pocket. He’s already stretched from me taking his ass earlier today, but I still prep him a little.
When he looks over his shoulder and sees the condom and lube in my hand, he laughs.
“You were planning this.”
Pulling my fingers from him, I roll the condom on and add lube, working some around his hole too.
“I knew I was going to need you. It’s not my fault I can’t get enough of you.” I kiss his back as I push inside him, his choked back moans going straight to my cock.
He holds on to the edge of the sink as I fuck his ass.
My eyes roll back at how tightly he holds me. It’s better than anything I’ve ever had with anyone else.
Holding his hips, I thrust into him over and over, and though I normally can go a decent amount of time, with him I can’t hold on any longer. Every sensation is overwhelming.
“I’m going to come,” I rasp.
He shoves his ass into me, meeting my thrusts, and the extra friction sends me over the edge. I fill the condom, breathing heavily for a moment as I collapse against him.
I’m barely aware of what’s happening as Brian shifts off me, removes the condom, then kisses me deeply, our spent cocks brushing as he does.
“When we get home, we’re going to use a bigger dildo, so we can keep getting you ready to take my cock,” he rumbles in my ear.
I grab him and kiss him, showing him how badly I want that—and how desperately I need him.
Reluctantly, we pull apart and clean up, but before we leave the bathroom, we hear the shouts of everyone counting down.
As they all cheer “Happy New Year!” I lean up and softly kiss my man.
“Happy New Year, baby,” I whisper.
