Dev has been fucking me for months. Regular thing. Nothing complicated. He comes over, we fuck, sometimes Cole is there, sometimes he's not. Standard arrangement. I've written about it before.

What I haven't written about is the conversation we had two weeks ago where I told him to stop pulling out.

We were in bed after he'd just finished. He'd pulled out and come on my stomach like he always does because that was the agreement. I was lying there looking at the ceiling with his cum drying on me and I felt annoyed. Not at him. Just. Annoyed.

"I want you to cum inside me next time," I said.

He propped himself up on one elbow. "You sure?"

"I wouldn't say it if I wasn't sure."

"Kim."

"Dev."

He looked at me for a long second and then he leaned down and kissed me and his hand slid between my legs where I was still wet and sensitive and he said "Yeah okay" against my mouth and I felt my whole body light up.

Next time was two days later. A Friday night. Cole was out so it was just us and I could tell the second Dev walked in that he'd been thinking about it. He kissed me in the doorway and his hands were rougher than usual and he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom and I wrapped my legs around him.

He got my clothes off fast. He was on top of me and I could feel him hard against my thigh and he reached between us and guided himself in and the first stroke bare felt different knowing he wasn't going to pull out. Like a switch flipped in both of us.

He fucked me harder than he has in weeks. His hand was around my throat, not squeezing, just holding, and he was staring down at me and I stared back and dared him to go harder.

"Harder," I said. Obviously.

He grabbed my hip with his other hand and drove into me and my back arched off the bed and my mouth opened and nothing came out because all the air left my lungs.

"You want me to cum in you," he said. Not a question.

"Yes."

"Say it."

"Cum in my pussy."

He groaned and buried himself deep and I felt him come inside me. Hot and full and deep. He stayed inside me after, still hard, still twitching, and I clenched around him and I came too just from the feeling of him filling me up.

He pulled out slow and I felt it spill out of me and I reached down and touched it and pushed it back in with my fingers and he watched me do it and his cock twitched again.

"Jesus," he said.

"Don't act surprised. You knew I was like this."

That was the first time.

Last night was the fifth. He came over late. We'd been texting all day, stupid back and forth, and by the time he walked through my door I was already wet and irritated about it.

He didn't even say hi. He pushed me against the wall in the hallway and kissed me and his hands went under my skirt and he pulled my underwear to the side and slid two fingers into me.

"You're ready," he said.

"I've been ready for three hours."

He turned me around. Face against the wall. Skirt pushed up. He was inside me in seconds and I braced my palms flat on the wall and pushed back into him. His hands were on my hips and he was pulling me back onto his cock with every thrust and I was loud and I didn't care.

"I'm going to cum," he said.

"Do it. Don't you dare pull out."

He slammed into me and came and I felt it flood me and I came right after, squeezing around him, my forehead pressed against the wall, my legs shaking.

He pulled out and I turned around and his cum was running down the inside of my thigh and he looked at it and then at me and said "You look good like that."

"I know."

He's stopped asking now. That's the change. The first few times he'd hesitate at the end, this split-second pause where old habit kicked in, and I'd have to say it. Now he doesn't pause. He fucks me and when he's close he pushes deep and stays there and fills me up and it's just how we do it.

Cole hasn't been there for any of the no-condom times yet. I've been thinking about that. About what it would be like with both of them. About whether I'd want them both to finish inside me or take turns or at the same time.

I haven't mentioned it. But I'm going to.