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“Come on, big boy.” Austin opened his eyes to find Brad already on the bed on all fours. “I’m ready.”
Austin swallowed hard then approached the bed, his hand wrapped around his cock, his other hand reaching out to stroke Brad’s ass. Brad pushed against Austin’s palm, the low groan emanating from him indicating he was indeed ready. Austin climbed onto the bed and sat up on his knees, wrapping his hands around Brad’s slight hips to position himself.
Brad was small and Austin was six-foot-one and one hundred and eighty pounds. But he was careful and always gentle, he’d been told that many times. He never wanted to cause pain to the ones he was with.
Unless they wanted him to and right now, Brad was practically begging for it.
“Slap my ass, Austin. Spank me.” Brad’s voice was whispery soft, his breathing accelerated, and Austin did as he asked, the smack loud in the quiet of the room.
Brad bucked against Austin’s palm, a little hiss emanating from him. “Do it again.”
Austin did, his palm smarting from the extra hard smack he gave Brad. The red mark on Brad’s flesh aroused him. He couldn’t help it. Made him desperate to get inside and Austin nudged against the crack of Brad’s ass, his aim true.
He penetrated Brad with one sure thrust, knowing that Brad enjoyed the element of rough surprise. It knocked the breath out of Austin, stilled Brad, his head hanging low. The two of them hung there, sweat drenching Austin’s body, his chest expanding with every heavy breath.
“You’re so big,” Brad murmured, shifting his weight, and the movement sent Austin even deeper. The both of them groaned and Austin watched Brad wrap his fingers around his own cock, squeezing tight.
The hot warmth of Brad’s ass clamped snug around him and he closed his eyes, his hands again gripping Brad’s hips. If he concentrated hard enough he could almost imagine what Michaela would feel like when he was inside her. The hot, tight clasp of her pussy, her legs wrapped around his hips, her hands fluttering over him, stroking his back, pushing his ass so that he would surge deeper inside her…
He thrust once, twice, buried deep inside of Brad, reckless in his movements, and Brad encouraged him, yelling at him, his body pushing back just as hard. Their damp skin slapped against each other, Austin’s hips bounced against Brad’s ass, and when his orgasm came upon him, Austin reacted instinctually.
“Fuck yeah, give it to me,” Brad encouraged, fisting his cock, his head thrown back, and Austin groaned, about ready to give him all he had.
Reaching out, he blindly grabbed at Brad’s head, tugging on the hair at the back of his neck, pulling so hard he heard Brad yelp. But he didn’t care. He was beyond caring. His orgasm took over, drained him of everything he had, everything he felt.
And for one brief wild moment, he imagined it was Michaela beneath him, her scent filling his head, her soft cries making him pulse and throb with need.
Michaela pulled her car into her assigned parking spot and cut the engine. She reached for her purse on the passenger seat and paused before grabbing hold of the door handle.
Huh. Another Friday night spent alone, most likely with a tub of Ben & Jerry’s and a cheesy cable movie on TV. The thought of that alone made her want to cry.
Her roommate Austin would leave soon if he hadn’t already since he worked every single weekend as a lighting director at a local theatre. She’d never minded his not being around on the weekends but lately, she found it depressing.
Being alone sucked.
Her girlfriends were all married, engaged or firmly attached with the exception of her friend Carly. They were the lone holdouts even though Michaela thought she’d found the man of her dreams, the catch she’d been looking for.
Preston James, investment banker and overachiever extraordinaire. They’d met nine months ago at a cocktail party. He was handsome, hardworking and so wonderful that she’d felt lucky to catch his eye. Charming and polite and intelligent, he’d been the perfect boyfriend.
On paper and on the surface. Beneath the charm and the pretty face and the designer suits was a…well…boring man. A man who lacked passion unless it concerned his career. A man who would rather watch a period drama on pay-per-view while drinking a single glass of white wine on a Saturday night.
Michaela secretly wanted to slam a couple of tequila shots back and watch a porn movie just for kicks. They could start out by making fun of the bad acting but slowly become aroused. Until they couldn’t stand it anymore and had to tear each other’s clothes off so they could fuck like bunnies.
She’d suggested that very idea about a month ago and the look of horror on Preston’s face had told her everything. She’d made a grave mistake, one she couldn’t recover from.
Preston broke up with her less than a week later. Said something like he wanted to focus on his career or some such nonsense. She knew she’d freaked him out over a mere porn reference.
If he only knew what she was secretly interested in, he’d probably have a heart attack.
She climbed out of her car, her gaze catching a slim, familiar man briskly walking away from her apartment building, headed toward the opposite end of the parking lot.
Squinting into the fading sunlight, she held her hand over her eyes, wished she could see his face. She was fairly certain it was Brad, Austin’s sometime boyfriend.
Longing filled her and she pushed it away, much like she slammed her car door, with an aggressive shove. The last thing she needed to mope over was her newfound crush on Austin, her gay roommate.
So very gay and so very gorgeous, she’d noticed him the moment they first met but knew he was unattainable. That’s what made their pairing ideal. He was a friend of a friend who had needed a place to live, and she’d needed a roommate. They’d been together ever since.
And lately, for whatever reason, misfired hormones or maybe plain old loneliness, she found herself attracted to him. Intensely attracted, like she found it hard to contain herself when she was around him, and they were around each other a lot.
