Craving

I sat motionless on my knees on the floor for a long time. Finn had moved on like nothing happened at all, like he didn't just take his best friends virginity in an instant and by accident. There was no one I could go to about this, it was suffocating, but not as suffocating as Finn's dick cramming it's way down my throat.

The night passed slowly, I somehow managed to eat some food, me and Finn didn't share a word at all. Eventually, it was late, and although I couldn't even fathom sleeping, it was the only thing I could try.

Just like before, the only available bed was Finn's. Sleeping in it with him felt a lot less weird now considering that he was inside me a couple hours before.

We laid apart from each other, Finn seemed to fall asleep, but what had happened kept me up, and I watched the hours pass. Then something I don't quite understand happened, something that doesn't make any sense.

I needed it. Finn's dick, the girth inside me, his hands manhandling me how they wanted, like I was a fuckdoll. His hot cum filling every possible hole in my body, making me ooze his juice. There was no reason to crave it like I did, but I. Needed. It.

Before I could even understand why I felt that, I was on top of Finn, stradling him like my new ride, licking and kissing his neck while I pulled his pants down. Finn had awoken and didn't question what I was doing, he simply showed my neck the same attention as he took off my shirt.