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Felix knows he shouldn’t be looking. Every time he does, his cock reacts, and it’s only a matter of time before you feel it and tell him to get off of you with disgust in your voice.
Even though he’s well aware of this, Felix offers to give you a massage time and time again without fail. Luckily, you work out many times a week, which leaves him with ample opportunity to be a good friend and use his hands to massage your sore muscles, help you relax before bed. Sometimes, you even fall asleep during the massage because Felix is gentle when he touches you, and it’s times like these that are the most dangerous for his sanity because you’re under him, often half-naked, and he’s hard, painfully so.
Right now, he’s massaging you over your oversized t-shirt that falls right to your thighs. However, when you lie down and he straddles your thighs, the shirt rides a bit up, revealing a strip of your naked skin. When Felix massages your back and moves his hands up, the material hikes up your thighs even more, but you don’t reach back to fix it or ask Felix to do that for you.
Instead, you relax and let him massage you. He’s now massaging the back of your neck, fingers wrapped around it, which helps him get into the fantasy of fucking you from behind like this, his cock just slipping right in as his hand keeps your head in place. You’d look so pretty and fucked out for him, Felix knows. Probably sound just as sweet, too.
He keeps on going, fingers digging into your clothed back, each movement helping your shirt slide upward until he can see the swell of your ass and his cock leaks precum. He is so easy to please these days, mostly because he’s been drooling over you for months now. A single touch would be able to set him off at this point. Felix has been hard for a long while now, but seeing the skin of your ass does it for him, and he practically grunts at the sight. Luckily, you don’t react.
The only noises you make are happy groans and moans when he hits the right spot, and those do wonders for his ego and cock. He can close his eyes and just imagine he is in you and you are making those noises because of his dick. But, Felix can’t relax too much and risk coming in his pants while on top of you—it would ruin this little routine of yours forever.
One more sharp movement and your shirt rides up again, now exposing more of your ass and, more importantly, your clothed crotch. White underwear sticks to your wetness, and Felix stops moving for a second, thinking his eyes are deceiving him, but they’re not—you’re soaked, panties acting like a second skin around your hole, sticky. He’s sure his finger could slip right in easily. So could his dick with a bit of effort.
Felix shakes his head and continues massaging you, hitting a spot on your shoulder which makes you arch your back and moan. “Fuck, Felix, your hands!” you compliment him again, but he’s too busy staring at your crotch to respond. Because you squirmed, your thighs are a bit spread now, allowing him an even better view. “You’re so good at this.”
He knows you’re wet because of him. The other night, you two got drunk with friends and somehow touched on the topic of sex. Someone teased you about being a born-again virgin because you hadn’t dated in a long time, and you agreed, saying you are becoming frustrated.
Felix took the opportunity to ask you about it later when you two were alone and tipsy, your eyes glassy from the alcohol, and you confessed something that’s been keeping him up ever since. “I really need to get laid. I’m so horny it’s insane, I get turned on by a simple touch. You massage me, and I’m ready to go,” you said with a chuckle, as if it was funny, as if it wasn’t what his dreams were made of. “I really need to get out there before I jump you.”
Before I jump you. Your words ring in Felix’s ears as he focuses on the damp spot on your underwear and the way you moan whenever he pushes his fingers against the spot that hurts. There’s nothing he wants more than for you to jump him, do whatever you want to him and his aching cock, take him however you want. As if that idea does something to it, his cock twitches in his sweatpants, rubbing against your ass.
“God, that feels good,” you hum, arching your back and stretching your neck, your voice sending Felix’s mind into overdrive. You definitely don’t mean his cock touching your ass, but a guy can hope. “Can you do my butt?”
Felix blinks stupidly, waiting for his brain to connect the dots. Do. Your. Butt? His stupid dick gets even harder as he imagines sliding it in you, but he clears his throat and shakes these nasty thoughts away. “Can I, what?”
“Massage my butt,” you mumble, settling into your earlier position, head resting on the bed, hands right next to it. “If that's fine.”
Can he do this and not come in his pants? Felix isn’t sure, but he has to say yes. You’re giving him permission to touch your ass. Well, massage it, but he’ll get to touch during it, and it’s practically the same thing. He’d be stupid to turn this own. “Ah, uh, of course, sure, y-yeah,” his voice cracks, so he clears his throat once more, “why not?”
Maybe because you’ll have to go to the bathroom to jerk off to it? His mind tries to warn him, but Felix and his dick aren’t listening, not when he has permission to lift your shirt up, letting it bunch up right over your ass so he can place both palms on your warm ass cheeks and squeeze.
As soon as he does that, you clench the muscles hard. “Sorry,” you tell him, relaxing your body again. “Feels really good.”
Felix suddenly remembers he’s there to massage you and not grope you, so he places his thumbs in the crook of your ass, right where it meets your thighs, and digs in with them, massaging the muscles you probably never massage yourself. This way, your ass is right above his fingers, touching them, and his thumbs are so close to your core he wants to scream.
Felix continues rubbing the same spot before moving a bit to the side to massage your pelvic bones. When he does that, his movements pull your cheeks apart, allowing him an even better view of your wet cunt, and you groan, clenching again, your crotch suddenly covered by your cheeks, a sight Felix will never get out of his mind. “Sorry, too much?” he questions, knowing you actually just like it.
“No, it’s uh, perfect,” you grunt, arching your back. “You should charge for this, honestly. Amazing hands.”
“So I’ve been told,” Felix brags a bit, hoping you’ll want to try for yourself. He has no doubt he could make you come with his fingers—he’s just waiting for you to say something first. “You’re a friend, so you get these services for free.”
“Lucky girl,” you say with a chuckle, shifting a bit under him as if you're trying to press your thighs together. Felix just knows you’re burning at this point, walls craving to be filled, clit yearning for some pressure. “In fact, any girl you touch like this is lucky.”
Your compliments go straight to Felix’s cock, which is also dying to be touched, and that is exactly what your perverted friend does. One hand continues massaging your supple flesh, enjoying the way his fingers dig right into it when you relax, while the other moves to his crotch. If you catch him, he’ll just say he was adjusting his underwear. Instead, he runs his palms over his cock, rubbing his cockhead for a couple of seconds, causing a bit of precum to leak from the tip and soil his underwear.
“You know you’re the only one that gets these,” Felix points out. You are the only one, though.
He offers to touch you every time he can just because he’s dying to get to feel you, to trace his fingertips along your soft skin, watch you get goosebumps because of his touch. All of that replays in his mind later when he jerks off to the thoughts of you, grunting your name as his release takes over him and he spills all over his chest, wishing he was shooting his load on your face. Or ass. Or pussy. In fact, anywhere on, in, or around you. Beggars can’t be choosers.
You moan when he massages you like he’s rolling dough, each movement stretching your skin, probably leaving your hole even wetter than before. The wet spot is so enticing Felix wants to move back so he can lean in and press his mouth against it, lick you over your underwear, feel you soaking through them and onto his tongue. He’s depraved and gets even worse when you moan like you’re in a fucking porno, “Ah, Felix, right there—”
At this point, he’s losing it. He has to do something, anything, to get rid of the pressure in his crotch. If he keeps touching himself, you’ll eventually notice. Felix doesn't know what's gotten into him but he has to ask the question or he'll regret it forever. “That thing we talked about the other night... Do you still need help with it?”
You stiffen at the question but don’t ask him to stop touching you, so he continues as if nothing’s happened. “Uh... Getting off?
He swallows, thick and loud, every second feeling like a century. “Yes.”
You sigh, lifting your upper body off his bed. Felix thinks you’re about to ask him to get off of you so you can get up and get out of here, wondering why you were friends with such a degenerate in the first place. “Is it weird if I say yes?”
Felix feels like he’s about to come from happiness. This might actually work. “It’s not weird. Actually, I've been having the same problem, so maybe we can help each other out. As friends, of course.”
It’s a suggestion that has the potential to change your friendship for good, but his cock is doing most of the thinking for him at this point. Otherwise, Felix would never ask this.
Thankfully, you seem to be going through the same thing. “Ah... We can,” you breathe the words quietly. “Just helping each other out.”
Felix feels his heart pulsate in his ears when you agree to his little idea sparked by his perverted thoughts. “Okay. So I can touch you?”
“Mhm,” you hum with a slight nod and rest your head on the bed again.
Finally, Felix finds out what it feels like to press his thumb against your hole, even if over the cotton of your underwear. It's soaking wet, sticky with arousal, and the feeling makes him grunt. His thumb runs down your lips to your clit, finding the hard bundle of nerves, which it rubs instantly. As soon as you feel pressure on it, you arch your back again, moaning into the mattress.
Felix moves his thumb up again, pressing it against your cunt just to see how aroused he can get you. “Fuck, so wet,” he hisses, more to himself than you, but you hear it.
“I’m sorry, just…” you mumble, grunting when his thumb grazes your clit again. “So good.”
“Don’t feel sorry, I love it,” he tells you with a chuckle, rewarding your cuteness with just the right amount of pressure against your bud.
“F-feels so good,” you hum again, clenching when he applies even more pressure. Felix focuses on your clit while his other hand massages your butt cheek. pulling it to the side so he can see more of the wet spot between your legs.
“Must be really horny,” he teases, lowering his voice on purpose since he knows you like that a lot. “You’ve soaked through these.” With that, Felix hooks his fingers underneath the strap of your underwear, pulls it back a bit, and then lets go of it, letting it snap against your skin. Perfect.
“Fuck, Felix!” you grunt at him, clenching your ass and thighs again. “So good!”
“Good,” he hums at you, happy with himself, his thumb rubbing your clit while the other one lands on your ass cheek with a loud smack. “Want me to do something different?”
You sound defeated, head still resting on his bed. “Do whatever you want.”
That’s all Felix needs to hear to pull your underwear to the side until your glistening slit is out for him to see, and fuck, you look so delicious he salivates instantly. “You have such a pretty cunt, too,” he informs you before he spits on it. He didn’t even ask if that’s something you like, but he’s too turned on to worry about you thinking he’s a pervert.
“Fuck,” is all you give him, body clenching as he spreads the spit down to your clit, rubbing you with it while his index finger sinks into your tight cunt, making you both grunt in pleasure.
Your walls hug Felix’s finger just right, so he can only imagine what it would feel like to have them suffocating his cock, milking the cum out of it. You moan his name as he continues rubbing, and Felix just can’t believe you’re this fucking wet. Your slick is everywhere—all over his hand, your slit, crotch, his bed.
Fuck, his bed. This means it will smell like you after you leave, allowing him to get off to you even easier. Felix has no shame—he’ll probably press his face into the little puddle of juices that’s forming right under your pelvis and sniff it while he jerks his cock, and he’s going to love every second of it.
“Yes, yes, right there, fuck,” you continue grunting into his sheets, ass pushing backward towards him as if you’re trying to fuck his finger. His cock twitches at the hint of desperation in your voice and movements, the neediness that’s slowly getting more prominent the more he touches you. You haven’t been touched in forever either, so this is going to be good.
“Are you going to come for me?” he hums, lowering his voice on purpose yet again, eyes zeroed in on your cunt.
There’s something entrancing about watching his finger disappear inside of you while he thumbs your swollen clit. Felix knows you’d come right away if he started sucking on it, but you didn’t give him permission yet. Granted, you probably don’t know how many nights he’s spent dreaming about you crushing him with your thighs as you come all over his mouth.
“Felix, I'm close,” you moan in response, clenching and releasing your muscles, which he takes as a sign he should speed up even if he wants to drag it out and touch you for hours.
You need to come, you’ve told him yourself, and Felix wants to be the guy who finally makes you. So, he focuses solely on you, ignoring the pressure building in his lower stomach, ignoring the drop of precum leaking out of his cock and the way it twitches when you start moaning his name louder.
All he thinks about is the finger inside of you and the one on your clit and applies more pressure, goes faster, hisses your name as he feels you tensing more and more until you’re hit by the first wave of pleasure. “Felix!” you scream his name, hips and thighs twitching under him, but Felix pins them down with his own thighs and continues touching you.
He can see you coming, watch you clamp around his finger, watch your skin get adorned with goosebumps, hear you moan like you’re getting fucked. You’re perfect in everything, so orgasming is no exception—you make the sweetest sounds ever when you come off your high, sounds that make him fall for you even more. Ten seconds later, you calm down, moaning loudly as Felix continues touching you.
He’s feeling cocky about getting you to come so easily, so he asks, “Good?”
You grunt, moving your head to the side, resting it on bed. You’ve never looked prettier than you do now, all flustered and breathing heavily. “I can't feel my legs,” you admit, inflating his ego some more.
“Want more?” This time, there’s no cockiness in Felix’s voice. In fact, it’s a bit shaky as he asks this question since he could easily get turned down and everything could come to a stop right now.
However, you surprise him yet again. “Yes.”
Your friend can’t help but groan at your acceptance of his nasty offer and hope you won’t change your mind. “Can I put my dick in you?” Felix winces as soon as he asks you this, wondering if he could have found anything that sounds less appealing than that. Gross.
“In me?” you repeat after him, pushing yourself up on your elbows, your back arching once again.
“Yeah,” he says before swallowing the lump in his throat. “So fucking hard right now, want to feel you.”
You clench at his words—Felix feels it around his finger, the way your walls tighten around it. You could be completely put off by the idea and clenching out of disgust or you could be turned on by it.
You sound suspicious when you ask, “As friends?” You throw a glance over your shoulder, your eyes finally meeting his.
“Friends,” Felix nods at you, which makes you turn your head and stare ahead once more. So, he leans in and pecks the back of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent he knows and loves. He never thought he’d be here, on top of you, with your cunt out for him to see and touch. “Friends can help each other get off. Doesn’t have to be weird.”
He knows people do it all the time. Not Felix, but other people do. Even his friends have friends they fuck from time to time and it hasn’t changed their friendship. Why couldn’t you two do the same, especially when you both seem equally horny—you because you haven’t had sex in a while and Felix because he’s wanted you for years?
“They can, yeah,” you finally say with a sigh. “You can.”
Those are the magic words he needs to hear before his swollen and wet cockhead is at your entrance. Felix pulls his finger out, enjoying the way your hole gapes slightly, but he quickly fills it up with his dick. You hiss at the contact, so he spits on his cock, which makes it easier for him to gently push it in all the way. “Good?”
“Mhmm…” you hum and lower your torso onto the bed, relaxing.
“Just a little bit, okay? I’ll be quick…” Felix continues talking, eyes focused on the way your pussy is taking all of his dick so easily, enjoying how wet you are for him, how tightly your walls wrap around his entire length, trying to trap him in. “Just want to come, I’ll be quick, I swear.”
“Yes, yes, Felix—”
God, you sound so fucked out already, so spent, and he has only been fucking you for a minute tops, maybe a bit more. The whole thing is amazing, which is why it seems like time is flying by—Felix wants to keep going all day, wants to fuck you from all possible positions, wants to have his mouth on you and yours on him, wants to make you come around his dick and beg for more.
“Just want to feel you for a while,” he admits a while later, when he’s already built a steady pace, one that lets his cock sink into you fully before his hips snap back. It’s easy, it’s slow and mellow, it’s fun for both of you.
You are moaning again by now, walls clamping around him here and there. “You're so hard,” you tell him, clenching around him on purpose. “Can feel you so well.”
“For you…” Felix admits. Do you not realize he’s completely smitten with you? He’s been wanting to touch you for years, he’s imagined this moment for just as long. Every time Felix’s hands were on you, he wondered what it would be like to have them under your clothes, on your tits, on your tight little pussy—and now he’s here, getting to fuck you, getting to stick his cock in you and show you how hard you make him. “Just for you.”
You giggle at that, as if it’s fun, as if you’re enjoying that fact. You probably are—he would love knowing you get wet for him only, but that’s just fantasy. Felix starts moving faster, which causes wet noise, so wet he wants to replace his dick with his mouth so he can suck you dry. “Wet enough?” You’re teasing now, he can hear it in your voice even though you’re breathing a bit heavily, struggling to keep up with his hard thrusts.
“Dripping and so tight,” Felix instantly responds, wanting you to know how perfect you feel. “Feels amazing around me… Could come right away.”
“Good,” you hum happily, arching your back a bit, enough for your ass to rise, for the angle to change. “Feel so good and hard inside me.”
“Can I go a bit faster? Just a bit—” He hisses, hating how desperate he already sounds. But, Felix hasn’t had sex in a while either since no one can compare to you. Yeah, sex is sex, and he can separate it from feelings, but he doesn’t want to chase anyone when you’re right there. And today, that “there” is right under him, letting him enter you this way, letting Felix fuck you raw. Why would he chase anyone else? “Just want to fuck you.”
“Felix, you can... Feel so good!” Maybe Felix is imagining things, but he could swear you sounded so weak, just like him, needy for more. “Oh God—”
When he starts pumping his dick into you faster, your ass bounces right back, smacking him with every thrust. That’s a sight Felix will never get over—your ass jiggling every time his hips slam into it while he stuffs your pussy. “Such a nice cunt,” he mumbles, focused solely on your slit. “Looks so good filled up with cock.”
“Feels good too,” you agree and then ask a question Felix will never forget, “Want to fill it up?”
“Do I—?” he starts but groans as his mind takes him there. “Fuck, do I! I can?”
“Mhm,” you hum happily. “You’ve been so good…”
It doesn’t take Felix long to orgasm, not when you reach back and spread your cheeks for him, fingertips right around your entrance. It’s something no one has ever done for him before, and the whole scene is something he’ll jerk off to every night from now on—no doubt about it. “Fuck, you really want me to blow right now,” he grunts, continuing to pump himself into you, even faster now that he knows he can do it inside of you. “Gonna take it all?”
You hum and nod, arching your back, and Felix comes hard, grunting your name. He lets the first two streaks of cum shoot into you while he’s still fucking you, but he wants to see. So, Felix pulls out and lets just his tip rest right against your entrance as his hand jerks him off into you, some of his cum landing in and around your hole. The sight is spectacular—your tight hole filled to the brim with semen, your hands keeping your cheeks spread, Felix’s cock right there, cockhead resting against your entrance.
“Can I eat you out now?” Felix asks, feeling blood rush to his cheeks at his own question—but, he’s already all red and sweaty from all the fucking he’s been doing. “I want to make you come again.”
You chuckle and let go of your cheeks. “As friends?”