All Chapters of Rough Hands(20 gay steamy Encounters): Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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Ass stretched

He did take his time.Noah kissed down my chest like he was claiming every inch. His mouth was hot and open, tongue dragging slow over my skin, teeth scraping just hard enough to make me jump. When he reached my nipples he bit down—not gentle, not teasing—just enough pressure to send a sharp spark straight to my cock. I arched under him, a broken sound slipping out of my throat. He sucked the peak into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue until it was tight and sensitive, then moved to the other side and did the same, leaving both nipples wet and aching.“Fuck, look at these,” he muttered against my skin. “Been staring at them under your shirts for years. Wanted to get my mouth on them. Wanted to hear the noises you’d make.”I was already hard again, cock leaking against my stomach. Noah noticed. Of course he did. He dragged his tongue lower, following the line of hair down my abs, nuzzling into the trail like he was breathing me in. His hands spread my thighs wider, thumbs stroki

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Noah started slow.Just a shallow rock of his hips at first, letting me feel every thick inch sliding in and out, the stretch still sharp enough to make my breath catch. His hands gripped my hips hard, thumbs digging into the soft flesh just above my ass, holding me open for him. I could hear how wet I was—lube and spit and the mess he’d already made of me—every time he pushed back in. The sound was filthy. Obscene. It made my face burn and my cock throb against the sheets.“Fuck,” he breathed. “Listen to that. Your hole’s so wet for me already. Sucking me in like it never wants to let go.”He pulled almost all the way out until just the head stretched me open, then sank back in with one long, deliberate stroke that dragged over that spot inside me and made my arms give out. I dropped fully onto my chest, ass still up, and he followed me down, covering my back with his body. His mouth found the side of my neck, teeth scraping, tongue tasting the sweat there.“You feel that?” he growle

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My sister Sarah had always been the golden one. Perfect grades. Perfect smile. Perfect life. Even as kids she was the one teachers praised, the one our parents bragged about at dinner parties, the one who never seemed to stumble. I was the quieter younger brother—good enough, smart enough, but never quite shining the same way. By the time I was twenty-four and still living in the spare bedroom of our parents’ house while I finished my graduate thesis, the difference felt sharper than ever.And then there was Ryan.Six-two. Dark hair that always looked like he’d run his hands through it. Sharp jaw, quiet eyes, the kind of calm confidence that made people lean in when he spoke. He’d been engaged to Sarah for almost a year, dating her for two. He came to family dinners. He helped our dad with the grill. He remembered my mom’s birthday without being reminded. He looked at Sarah like she hung the moon.I hated how much I noticed him.I noticed the way his shirts stretched across his should

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I woke up the next morning with a dull, sweet ache low in my body and the faint sticky reminder of what Ryan had left inside me. The sheets still smelled like him—skin and sex and the clean soap he used. For a long minute I just lay there staring at the ceiling, replaying every second of the night before: the weight of him, the stretch, the way he’d looked at me when he came, the filthy things he’d said while he was buried deep.Sarah’s car pulled into the driveway at 8:17 a.m.I heard the front door, her voice calling a tired hello, Ryan’s answering murmur from the kitchen. I stayed in bed longer than I needed to, half-hard again just from the sound of him talking to her like nothing had happened. When I finally went downstairs he was at the table in yesterday’s jeans and a fresh T-shirt, scrolling through his phone. Sarah was pouring coffee, still in the clothes she’d worn to work, hair in a messy knot.“Morning,” she said, and kissed my cheek like she always did. “You look like you

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By the third night I had stopped pretending this was going to be a one-time mistake.Sarah had a late client dinner. She’d texted the group chat around six: Don’t wait up, probably midnight again. Ryan had replied with a heart emoji. I had stared at the little red shape on my phone screen until the pixels burned into my eyes, then locked the phone and set it face-down on my desk.The house was quiet in that heavy, waiting way. My parents were out of town for the weekend—some anniversary trip they’d planned months ago—so it was just the two of us and the ticking of the kitchen clock. I tried to work on my thesis. The cursor blinked at me for forty minutes while I wrote nothing. Every time the floorboards creaked I thought it was him coming up the stairs. Every time it wasn’t, my stomach twisted tighter.At 8:47 the knock on my bedroom door was soft.I opened it. Ryan stood there in a dark T-shirt and jeans, barefoot, hair still damp from a shower. He didn’t speak. He just looked at me

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Sunday morning arrived with the smell of coffee and the low murmur of Sarah’s voice in the kitchen. I lay in bed longer than usual, staring at the ceiling, cataloguing every ache. My hole felt used in a way that was starting to become familiar—soft, slightly swollen, still holding the heavy memory of everything Ryan had left inside me the night before. When I finally rolled onto my side I felt the faint sticky shift of leftover cum and had to bite back a sound.I showered longer than necessary. Hot water. Soap. My own fingers carefully checking how open I still was. I told myself I was just cleaning up. I still ended up half-hard and breathing too fast by the time I shut the water off.Downstairs, Sarah was at the stove in one of Ryan’s old T-shirts and a pair of sleep shorts. Ryan sat at the island in jeans and a dark hoodie, scrolling through something on his phone. He looked up when I entered. The glance lasted less than a second, but it dragged over me like a hand.“Morning, sleep

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Monday morning felt like walking around with a secret stitched under my skin.Sarah left early for work. Ryan had an off-site meeting that didn’t start until ten. My parents were still out of town until Wednesday. The house was ours for another two hours, and we both knew it.I was in the kitchen making coffee when he came up behind me. No greeting. Just the solid heat of his chest against my back and one hand sliding around to rest low on my stomach.“How full do you still feel?” he asked, voice rough with sleep.“A little.”“Not enough.” His mouth found the side of my neck. “I want you dripping again before I leave. Want you sitting at your desk later thinking about how I used you first thing in the morning.”He didn’t wait for an answer. He shoved my sleep pants down, bent me over the counter, and spat into his palm. Two fingers pushed into me—easy, familiar, the stretch already less than it had been three days ago. I was still soft from the weekend. Ryan made a low, satisfied soun

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Tuesday arrived with the same low, constant ache and the same heavy awareness that I was walking around marked.Sarah left for work at 7:40. Ryan had a call that started at eight, so he stayed in the guest room with the door half-closed, voice low and professional while he discussed timelines and budgets. I made coffee and tried to focus on my thesis outline. Every time I shifted in the desk chair I felt the faint, slick reminder of the three loads he’d left in me the day before. It was getting harder to pretend the sensation was anything other than deliberate.At 8:52 his call ended. Thirty seconds later he was in my doorway, already pulling his shirt off.“Desk or bed?” he asked.“Desk.”He smiled, dark and pleased. “Filthy boy.”He crossed the room, spun my chair around, and pulled me up by the front of my shirt. The kiss was hungry and immediate. He walked me backward until my ass hit the edge of the desk, then shoved my sweatpants down and spun me so I was bent over the scattered

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Wednesday was the day my parents came home.Their flight landed at 11:40 a.m. Sarah left work early to pick them up from the airport. Ryan had a flexible afternoon and stayed at the house with me. We both knew the window was closing.The second Sarah’s car pulled out of the driveway he locked the front door, walked into the living room where I was pretending to read, and pulled the book out of my hands.“Upstairs. Now. We have maybe ninety minutes before they’re back.”We didn’t waste time. Clothes hit the floor the moment my bedroom door closed. Ryan shoved me onto the bed on my back, shoved my knees up, and pushed two slick fingers into me without preamble. I was still soft from the night before; the stretch was easy and immediate.“Look at you,” he muttered, working them deep. “Still open. Still ready to take me whenever I want. I’m going to fill you up one more time before your parents walk through that door, and you’re going to sit through dinner with my cum inside you while they

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Friday morning the house was full again, and the tension had a new edge.My parents decided to stay through the weekend. Sarah had the day off for more wedding errands. Ryan took a half-day. That left long stretches of ordinary family noise broken by sudden, stolen windows of opportunity that felt more dangerous than anything we’d done so far.The first one came at 10:17 a.m.Mom and Sarah were in the backyard looking at where the photographer might set up for engagement-style family shots. Dad was in the garage. Ryan caught my eye across the kitchen, tilted his head toward the downstairs bathroom, and walked away. I waited thirty seconds, then followed.He locked the door the second I stepped inside. No preamble. He shoved me against the sink, yanked my jeans open, and spun me around so I was facing the mirror. Two slick fingers pushed into me—he’d already opened the lube packet before I even entered. I was still soft from the previous night; they slid in easy.“Look at yourself,” he

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