A hard truth

Vince's groan, a guttural mix of effort and desire, tore from his throat as he finally sank into me. My scream of pleasure, raw and loud, tangled with his. His body felt heavy, urgent, as he began to move, each thrust deep and driving. He kissed me fiercely, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me into a rhythm that was both familiar and unsettlingly different from the wild abandon I'd known with Randy.

He drove into me with an intensity that promised release, his breath ragged against my ear. His fingers found my breasts, not gently, but with a demanding firmness. He pinched my nipples, twisting them between his thumb and forefinger, pulling them taut until a sharp, exquisite pain shot through me, making me arch my back and cry out louder. Minutes stretched, then became a long, aching eternity. He pounded, pulled, and shifted, his movements growing more desperate, his forehead beaded with sweat, but still, his climax eluded him. I clung to him, my own body responding, trying to push him over the edge, but the unspoken tension in the room seemed to hold him back. His thrusts grew almost frantic, his grip on my hips bruising.

Finally, with a roar, a deep, shuddering bellow that vibrated through the quiet room, Vince found his release. His body convulsed against mine, muscles tensing, and I felt the hot, pulsing gush of his cum filling me completely, a stark, undeniable presence within me.

"God, you're so damn tight, so swollen," he whispered, his voice rough. He collapsed, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his breath still heaving. His dick remained buried deep inside me, heavy and full. He shifted slightly, pressing a kiss to my neck, and then, his voice raw with exhaustion, he rasped, "Randy must've had a hell of a good time with you while he was with you.”

Vince pulled out of my pussy and groaned in pleasure, spilling a little bit more cum in me, then got up and got dressed. Before leaving, he kissed me gently and told me to make my decision soon.

As I lay there, catching my breath, his cum was still spilling out of me. After what just happened, there was no way I was going to make a decision any time soon. I got up, showered, dressed, and called Aditi to place an order. Once we got off the phone, I tossed my sheets in the wash and grabbed the extra bedding from my linen closet to make my bed.

When I was heading downstairs, the doorbell rang. I jogged down the stairs and to the door, opening it. To my surprise, Randy was there with my food from Aditi’s restaurant. I let him in and asked if he was staying. He said that he’d like to and that Aditi provided more than enough food.

I grabbed plates and utensils to serve the amazing food Aditi sent over. "So," I began, looking at Randy as I dished out portions, "my brother knew that you and I had sex. And then he told Vince." I continued, explaining to him that Vince had come over to discuss it with me, and how I'd admitted that despite being in love with him, I still had feelings for Randy.

"Do you now?" Randy asked with a sly smile on his face, a hint of something unreadable in his eyes. "After the last two weeks, I wouldn’t have known. What did he say?"

"We agreed that it would be best if we broke up and I figure out what I want," I said, meeting his gaze. "He wanted a lifetime with me and still does, but he also wants me to make a decision sooner rather than later."

"How are you going to decide?" he pressed, his expression serious.

"Well, before I tell you that, there is something else I need to tell you," I admitted, taking a deep breath.

"What is it?" he asked, a shadow crossing his face.

"Vince and I had sex before he left."

Randy clenched his mouth shut, a muscle ticking in his jaw. His anger was palpable.

"He certainly left his mark," Randy commented, his gaze sweeping over me with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. “Who do you want?”