Alex's cock was still rock hard, slick with both of us when he rolled off the bed and yanked the blanket to the floor in one motion. The carpet was soft enough but the drop made my heart lurch. He grabbed my ankle and pulled me down after him, flipping me to my stomach before I could catch my breath.
"Ass up," he ordered, his voice low and gravel rough, the sheer tone making my spine arch without my permission. I scrambled onto my elbows and knees, thighs slick with the cum he has already pumped into me, dripping in slow, warm trails onto the carpet.
The TV flickered above us–new scene–a girl pinned to a brick wall, skirt hiked up to her waist, taking it so hard her tits bounced with every slap of skin to skin. The sound was muted now, but the visuals were enough: her mouth open in a silent scream, his hand fisted in her hair.
Alex didn't wait for me to settle. He gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, lined up, and slammed in–one brutal wet thrust that buried him inside of me to the hilt. My scream same out sharp and desperate, and I bit down on my forearm to kill the noise, my teeth sinking in hard enough to leave pink marks.
The carpet scraped my knees, the texture rough against my palm, but the burn only made me push back harder, chasing the stretch, the delicious ache, the way his dick split me open.
"Fuck, yes," I moaned into my own hand. "Don't stop. Wreck me."
His palm cracked across my ass, the sting blooming hot over my ass cheeks. My pussy clenched around his huge cock so tightly and he groaned, his hips stuttering and slowing pace for a fleeting second before he picked momentum again.
"Good, huh?" he growled, leaning over my back, breath hot across my ear. "Let the whole house know what a slut you are for your best friend's cock."
I couldn't even answer, just moan and whimper as he started pounding into me like he wanted to brand me from the inside out. The angle of the floor was deeper, filthier, and every thrust dragged the fat head of his cock along the walls of my desirous pussy, lighting up nerves I never even knew I heard.
My tits bounced under the twisted t-shirt, nipples scraping the carpet with every impact, oversensitive and aching. Cum from the first load leaked out around his shaft, slicking my thighs and dripping down in messy strings that cooled against my skin.
He reached under me, his adventurous seeking my clit, rubbing fast and furious in rough circles. "Come again,' he growled, his voice dark. "I want you to squeeze my dick as I fill you up. Milk me."
The words met me like a slap. My back arched harder, my ass pushing upwards to meet his every thrust, the wet slap of his hips against my ass loud enough to echo round the walls of the house.
The carpet burned my knees now but I didn't care because his cock was hitting that spot over and over again, and his fingers were mercilessly on my clit. My thighs shook, my breath came in short, desperate gasps. The orgasm built fast and coiled in my belly.
"Alex," I choked out, my voice muffled by my arm. "I'm gonna–"
"Do it," he ordered, slamming in so deep my eyes rolled back and my vision blurred. "Come on my dick like the greedy little slut that you are."
I shattered. My pussy clamped down around his dick, spasming around him in waves that left me shaking, a choked scream muffled by my skin. My slick gushed out of me, soaking his balls and dripping to the carpet in messy pulses. It was not enough to satisfy Alex. Truthfully, I still was not satisfied myself yet and wanted to taste more of him.
Alex fucked me through my orgasm, his fingers rubbing my clit until I was sobbing from overstimulation, trying to crawl away even though I pushed back for more.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back so my throat was exposed, my mouth open in a silent moan. "Stay right there," he purred, then buried himself deep inside me, his cock pulsing hard as he came.
Hot spurts filled me up, thick and endless, until it overflowed and ran down my thighs in thick, obscene rivulets. He held me there, his hips flush against my ass like he was trying to push every drop deeper.
We stayed locked like that for a long minute, his weight pinning me to the carpet.
The TV had gone to the menu screen, soft piano music mocking the absolute wreck we had made. Alex pulled out slow, the wet sound obscene and dirty in the quiet of the room, his cum rushing down my thighs and pooling on the carpet beneath me. I collapsed onto my side, legs trembling and started laughing. Alex snorted, then laughed too, flopping onto his back beside me. "Jeez, we're disgusting."
"Look at this mess," I wheezed, gesturing at the stains on the carpet, at the twisted blanket, and my thighs wet and slick with the two of us. "Mom's gonna think I spilled an entire bottle of lube."
He wiped his dick on the edge of the blanket again, still chuckling. "Ten out of ten, would still ruin your childhood bedroom again."
I rolled into my back, staring at the ceiling. My pussy still throbbed from the aftershock of his huge cock, and thick cum still leaked out of me in slow drips. The carpet was rough against my bare ass, but I didn't move. Couldn't. My legs and knees were jelly. "We're gonna have to Febreeze the shit out of this tomorrow," I chuckled. "And flip the rug over and maybe burn the blankets."
Alex propped himself up on one elbow, grinning down at me. His hair was a mess, sweatdamp at his temples and there was a hickey blooming purple on his collarbone I didn't remember giving him. "Well, you're the one who picked this porno. This is your fault."
"My fault?" I laughed, shoving his shoulder. "You're the one who whipped your dick out like it was a fucking proposal."
He caught my wrists, pulling me half on top of him. "You sucked it like you'd been waiting for the moment all your life. Don't play innocent."
I straddled his thighs, still laughing, my slick smearing across his skin. "Okay, were both fucking degenerates. Happy?"
"Ecstatic," he chuckled and threw a glance at the clock on my nightstand. "2:04 a.m. You think your dad's gonna do a midnight patrol?"
"God, I hope not," I groaned, burying my face in his neck. He smelled like sweat and sex and the sweet masculine scent of cedar. His body wash. "If he opens this door, I'm telling him you're sleepwalking and I'm trying to guide you to bed."
"With your pussy full of my cum?" He raised an eyebrow. "Bold strategy."
I swatted his chest, then rolled off him, crawling on shaky legs to grab my discarded panties. They were soaked and ruined. I tossed them into the laundry basket and grabbed a fresh pair from my wardrobe, wincing as the fabric clung to my sensitive folds. Alex watched me the whole time, spread naked on the floor like he owned the place.
"You're gonna put pants on, or are you planning to moon my parents when they come in and see you?" I asked, throwing his sweatpants at his face.
He caught them one handed, still grinning. "Maybe I want them to know their little, perfect girl has been properly corrupted."
I flipped him off, but I was smiling. We climbed back onto the bed, the mattress creaking under our weight. I pulled the blanket up to our chins, the fabric cool on my overheated skin.
Alex grabbed the remote and killed the tv, plunging the room into total darkness, just the faint glow of the clock and the faint silver rays of the moon seeping in through the blinds. We lay on our backs, shoulders brushing, staring at the ceiling.
"So," he slurred after a minute. "Movie night's gonna be weird forever, huh?"
I snorted. "You think? We just fucked on my childhood carpet, in my room. I'm pretty sure 'weird' is the baseline now."
He laughed quietly, the musical sound rumbling in his chest. "Great. I like weird."
I turned my head to look at him. His profile was sharp even in the dark with his lips curled up in that stupid half-smirk that used to annoy me in sophomore chemistry. Now, it just made my pussy twitch. "Night, perv."
"Night, cockslut," he shot back playfully, his voice already sleepy.
We turned out backs to each other, shoulders still touching as we pretended to be asleep, while the carpet dried downstairs and the house remained blissfully quiet. My pussy ached faintly in the best way, cum still leaking slow and steady into my fresh panties.
I fell asleep to the music of his breathing and dreamed of next Friday night–wondering what random pick will be playing when we hit play.