E22: Saturday Night In | My Ex’s Brother Drew

This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.

(Drew's POV )

Ryan’s smile was crooked, lazy, and a little smug.. the kind of smile that said he knew exactly what he was doing to me. I still had my hand cupping the side of his thigh, thumb rubbing absent circles while his words echoed in my head.

“So are you gonna fuck this butt,” he murmured, leaning back on his hands, “or am I gonna have to jerk off and sleep?”

I felt guilty for staring at Evan’s ass last weekend at the gym - fat, round, and almost mocking me with how it sat in those leggings but you can’t blame me. It’s instinct, right? Still, the second Ryan’s mouth was under mine now, all that background noise in my head shut off. I was going to prove it to him that my eyes...hell, my dick were only for him.

My hands were already under Ryan's shirt, dragging the fabric up his torso, feeling the heat and the little flex of his abs as he shifted beneath me. He lifted his arms just enough for me to peel it over his head, tossing it aside without looking. I dropped my mouth to his chest, tasting salt and warmth, my fingers undoing the button of his jeans. He let out that low, throaty hum as I slid the zipper down.

He raised his hips so I could tug them off, denim catching at his thighs before finally dropping off the bed. His underwear followed, slow enough that I could feel the stretch of elastic, the way the fabric clung for a moment before giving him back to me bare.

I stripped off my own shirt, toeing my pants away until there was nothing between us. Leaning back in, I kissed him again; slower this time, deeper..our nake-d skin pressing everywhere it could. His legs shifted open naturally, inviting me in without a word.

I stood then, just for a moment, between his thighs, letting my hands run down the length of them. His body was sprawled out on the bed, flushed and already breathing harder. I curled my fingers under his hips, lifting them gently, and slid a pillow beneath. It angled him just right, tilting his pelvis up so the mattress cradled the curve of his lower back. His cock twitched at the shift, like his body understood exactly where this was headed.

Ryan smirked up at me, brushing a hand lazily over my abs.

“Missionary, eh?” he said, voice teasing.

“Don’t make me think you’re falling for me or something, Drew. Or… uhm… trying to make up for something.”

I grinned down at him, fingers tightening on the backs of his thighs.
“I’m trying to make you fall in love with my dick, babe.”

That got his eyebrows up. “Babe, eh? Are we entering boyfriend category now?”

I didn’t answer with words. I hooked both his legs higher, palms pressing into the warm skin just under his knees, and pulled his ass toward me until I was flush against him. My thighs pressed to the backs of his, his hips angled just above the mattress. The pillow I’d slid under him tilted his pelvis perfectly toward me, opening his ass up. My body was bent over enough that my chest grazed the insides of his legs, breath fanning over his skin.

“What if I’m already in love with your dick?” he said with that smug little half-smile.

I wrapped my hand around the base of my cock, angling it forward until the head nudged against his hole. The heat there made my pulse jump. My other hand stayed clamped on his thigh, keeping him steady as I pushed, slow but firm, watching his expression change the second I breached him.

“Urrrggghh… fffuuccckk, Drew,” he groaned, head tipping back into the pillow.

I smirked, hips pressing in deeper. “Yeah… I can already tell you missed this.”

His legs flexed against my sides as I sank the rest of my cock in him, the tight pull around me making my breath stutter. I paused, letting him adjust, my hands gliding from his thighs to his hips. Then I drew almost all the way out before sliding back in, the movement smooth and deliberate, making his whole body shift against the mattress.

"Fuck this position makes it so much better", I said thrusting my cock deep inside as my cock started to glide in easily.

Every thrust made the muscles in his stomach tense, the faint lines of his abs catching the light from above. My hands stayed locked on him, guiding the rhythm, feeling every small twitch and squeeze. The sound of our skin meeting, the little gasps he couldn’t hide...it was all winding me tighter.

My hips started moving in that lazy, deep way that drives him nuts with each push drawing a sound out of him that was somewhere between a moan and a laugh.

“fuckk… you feel so fucking good,” I muttered, my voice coming out rougher than I meant.

His hands came up to grip my butt, pulling me in harder. “urgh drew. fuck man. missionary does make it better.”

That got a low chuckle out of me. I shifted my weight, braced one hand against the mattress by his side, and picked up the pace.

Slam. Slam

My other hand stayed hooked under one of his legs, pushing it even higher so I could get in at a sharper angle.

Every thrust made his breath hitch, his voice breaking into these quiet, desperate, “ah—ah—fuck—” sounds that had me grinding my teeth just to hold it together. The slap of skin was sharp in the room, the bed giving little jolts under us.

“Yeah, that’s it, Ry… take it,” I growled, leaning down so my chest pressed against his, my mouth brushing his ear. He caught my lower lip between his teeth for a second before letting go, eyes flicking over my face like he was trying to memorize it.

The heat coiled low in my stomach, building fast. I pressed in deep, grinding at the bottom, feeling his ass clench around me. “Shit...don’t do that.. urgh fuck fuckk” I hissed through my teeth.

He smirked breathlessly. “What? This?” His body squeezed again, deliberate this time, and my cock was losing it.

I slammed in deep one last time, hips locking to his as the heat finally snapped.
“Uhhh...ahhh---fuck..fuck—” The words ripped out of me, half-groan, half-growl, my whole body jerking in hard pulses as I spilled my sperm inside him. Every throb of my cock sent another wave through me, my breath catching, mouth hanging open against his neck.

He gasped under me, his own voice breaking into little “oh--oh--drew-fuck—” sounds as he felt it. My thighs trembled, but I couldn’t stop moving. My hips kept rocking in these slow, needy pushes, burying it all deeper with each gentle thrust.

“Ahhh--shit--” I moaned, forehead pressing into his shoulder, sweat dripping down my forehead. My strokes were lazy now, like I didn’t want to leave his body. Each slow pull and push of my cock made a sound of wet skin between us, the heat in his ass squeezing around me, milking out every last drop.

“Urhg Fuck, Ry… your ass is fucking holy” I muttered against his skin, my voice low and hoarse. I stayed there, still moving in that slow rhythm, riding the aftershocks until my body finally went heavy, chest pressed to his, breath ragged in his ear.


I pulled out slowly, the heat of him clinging to me, and then my body just collapsed forward onto his. Ryan’s legs folded over my ass, heels pressing in, like he was trying to keep me there… trying to push me back inside him. His arms curled around my back, pulling me into this tight, sweaty cuddle.

“This is the best performance you’ve ever given,” he murmured, breath still shaky against my ear.

I laughed, chest still heaving. “I thought the gym and CCTV camera one was the best.”

He let out this low, satisfied “aaah… fuck, yes…” and then grinned lazily. “We’ve fucked so much I don’t even remember anymore.”

“Please, Ryan,” I said, shaking my head. “That was the highlight of our fuck adventures. You knew Jason was watching and you made those porn moaning sounds and those sexy fucking faces..”

Before I could finish, he kissed me, hard and messy, like he was trying to shut me up. His hand slid up the back of my neck, holding me there, our breaths mixing. I could still feel his chest rising against mine, our skin sweaty and filled with bodily fluids, the room smelling like sex and sweat and something that felt way too good to just laugh about.


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