His Best Friends Dick Too (4)

Chapter Four

(Jake’s POV)

The hot water ran down my body as I stood under the spray, washing the last of the cum off my stomach and hand. I knew I had left some on the floor outside their bedroom. I didn’t care. Let them see it.

Every time I closed my eyes I saw her again.

Zara bouncing on Alex’s cock like she was made for it. Lifting up until the thick head almost slipped out of her, then slamming back down hard enough to make her tits bounce. The wet sound of her pussy taking him. Those loud, shameless moans she kept feeding him, loud enough for me to hear every single one while I stroked myself in the hallway.

And then the end. The way she came with her mouth open, body shaking. The way Alex groaned and emptied himself inside her. When she lifted up just a little, I saw it all, his cum mixed with hers, thick and white, already starting to slip out of her stretched pink pussy.

My cock twitched under the water, getting hard again. I gripped it once, tight, then forced myself to let go. Not yet.

I shut the water off, wrapped a towel around my waist, and stepped out of the bathroom.

Alex was standing in the hallway, arms crossed, staring at me. His expression was unreadable.

I raised an eyebrow. “What’s up?”

He didn’t answer right away. Just kept looking at me like he was deciding something. The silence stretched.

Then he said, calm and direct, “Do you want to fuck Zara?”

The question hit me harder than it should have. I let out a short, surprised breath.

“Why do you think that?”

Alex’s mouth twitched, almost like a smirk. “I saw you get hard the first night you walked in on us. I know she went into your room after. I saw you on your knees at the dining table with your mouth on her pussy. And I know she left that bedroom door open on purpose last night so you could watch.” He tilted his head slightly. “So. Do you want to fuck her?”

I studied him for a second. There was no anger in his face. No jealousy. Just something blunt and open.

“Would you be okay with me fucking your girlfriend?” I asked.

Alex shrugged. “Zara’s a horny slut. But she’s a good fuck. The more the merrier.”

That was it.

No long talk. No rules list. Just those words hanging in the air between us.

Nothing was stopping me anymore.

Alex pushed off the wall and grabbed his keys from the side table. “I’m stepping out for a bit.” He glanced toward their bedroom door. “She’s probably in there fingering herself already. You know what to do.”

Then he walked out of the apartment and shut the front door behind him.

I stood there for a moment in the quiet, towel hanging low on my hips, cock already starting to harden again under the fabric.

The bedroom door was slightly open.

I could hear soft, wet sounds coming from inside.

I dropped the towel and went to her, then gently pushed the bedroom door open wider.

Alex had been right.

Zara was on the bed with her legs spread wide, the short dress shoved up and held between her teeth to muffle the sounds she was making. Three of her fingers were buried deep in her pussy, working in and out, while her other hand pressed a small vibrator hard against her clit. Her eyes were closed, brows pinched, hips rolling against her own hands like she couldn’t get enough.

A horny slut. Exactly like he said.

I stepped closer, cock already fully hard and heavy. She still didn’t notice me until I climbed onto the bed and the mattress dipped under my weight. Her eyes flew open. The moment she saw my cock, something bright and greedy flashed across her face.

She pulled her fingers out of her pussy with a wet sound and reached for me immediately. Her hand was slick as it wrapped around my shaft, stroking me from base to tip. I groaned through my teeth.

“Fuck…”

I grabbed her thighs and pushed them even wider, lining myself up. Then I thrust in.

One long, deep stroke and I was buried inside her.

The heat of her almost knocked the air out of me. She was so wet it was filthy, so warm and tight that my cock throbbed hard inside her. This was what Alex had been enjoying every night. No wonder he couldn’t get enough. Her pussy stretched around me perfectly, clenching like it was trying to pull me deeper.

Zara cried out around the fabric in her mouth, the sound muffled and desperate. I pulled the dress from between her teeth so I could hear her properly.

“Jake… fuck, you’re so thick.”

I started fucking her hard and fast, no buildup, no gentleness. Every stroke was payback for all the nights I’d stroked my cock thinking about this exact pussy. The wet slap of my skin against hers filled the room. She kept the vibrator pressed to her clit, and every time I bottomed out she moaned louder.

“Take it,” I muttered, gripping her thighs. “Take that cock like the slut you are.”

“Yes…yes, fuck me harder.”

Her first orgasm hit fast. Her pussy clamped down around me in tight, rhythmic pulses while she gasped and shook. I didn’t slow down. I fucked her straight through it, watching her eyes roll back.

I pulled out only long enough to flip her onto her stomach, yank her hips up, and slam back inside. The new angle made her cry out. I reached around, grabbed the vibrator, and held it firmly against her clit while I pounded her from behind.

“You’re dripping down my balls,” I growled. “This greedy pussy is making such a fucking mess.”

“Don’t stop…please don’t stop, I’m gonna come again.”

She did. Harder this time. Her arms gave out and she dropped to her elbows, ass still raised for me while she came with a broken moan. I kept the vibrator on her, kept thrusting deep, chasing my own release now.

I pulled her up so her back was against my chest, one hand around her throat, the other still pressing the vibrator between her legs. My cock drove up into her in short, rough strokes.

“You want my cum?” I asked against her ear.

“Yes, fill me please.”

That was all I needed. I buried myself as deep as I could and came hard, groaning as I emptied inside her. Thick pulses of cum flooded her while her pussy kept fluttering around me from another orgasm. I stayed there, locked deep, feeling every twitch and every drop of my release mixing with how wet she already was.

When I finally pulled out, slowly, a thick line of cum followed my cock and dripped down onto the sheets.

Zara collapsed onto her stomach, breathing hard, legs still open, my cum already leaking out of her.

I sat back on my knees and just looked at the mess we’d made of her.

She turned her head, cheeks flushed, eyes heavy, and gave me a small, wrecked smile.

Neither of us said anything for a moment.

We both knew this was only the beginning.