Part 4 - Chad Gets it

The finale is here! 🎉 In Part 4, we return to femboy Alexa's perspective for an (hopefully) satisfying conclusion, written primarily by me. Thank you for joining us on this journey! If you’ve enjoyed the series and check out JRS Tales’ amazing work on Reddit and Patreon! ❤️

--------------Alexa’s POV---------------

It had been days since the party, and Chad hadn’t messaged me. Not a word, not even a shitty text or snap. I’d told myself I didn’t care, that I’d wait for him to come crawling back, but fuck, I was horny. Lying on my bed, scrolling through my phone, I lazily stroked myself, my substantial cock already slick with pre-cum.

I had to admit, I was proud of it—thick, smooth, and just the right size to make most guys lose their minds. Still, as my hand slid up and down, I couldn’t help but think about Chad’s cock. Bigger than mine, not by that much, but enough that I’d felt every inch of him that night. My stomach clenched at the memory. I wanted that again, but I wanted more this time.

Reaching to my nightstand drawer, I pulled out one of my dildos. My largest one. It was good—thick, veiny, and satisfying. As I eased the lubed-up tip inside, I groaned, rolling my hips against it, but it wasn’t enough. I gritted my teeth, frustrated. Even this wasn’t stretching me the way Chad had.

I let out a breathy laugh, pulling the toy out and tossing it to the side. “Fine, you win, rugby boy,” I muttered to myself. “Time to remind you who’s in charge.”

Sliding off the bed, I stretched, letting the slickness between my thighs cool before heading to my mirror. If he wasn’t going to come to me, I’d make sure he couldn’t resist.

I grabbed my phone, positioning myself in front of the full-length mirror. Completely naked after my earlier fun, my perky bubble butt was on full display, smooth and flawless under the soft light. I arched my back slightly, angling just enough to emphasize its perfect curve. My ponytail swayed as I tilted my head, smirking into the camera.

The first few photos weren’t quite right. I adjusted my stance, flexing my hips slightly, and clicked again. This time, perfect. My bubble butt practically glowed, stealing all the attention in the shot and leaving just enough mystery to make him beg for more.

I stared at the screen, debating. Should I add a caption? Nah. This wasn’t about words—it was about making him come to me. I hit send. No explanation, no context, just the image. Let him figure it out.

My mind wandered as I waited. I’d told myself I’d give it time before trying to top Chad, but the way he’d responded to just a finger that night... I grinned, remembering the way he moaned, the way his body reacted. He’d pretended to hate it, but I could feel how much he loved it. He’d make such a good sub—it was just a matter of time. He was hot but he needed to be taken down a notch.

The phone buzzed in my hand. His reply was exactly what I expected: the familiar “👀.”

I chuckled, glancing down at my now fully hard cock. “This is gonna be fun,” I murmured to myself, already planning my next move.

—

The knock on the door came quicker than I expected. When I opened it, there he was, leaning against the frame, wearing that same smug grin that both irritated and turned me on.

“Hey,” he drawled, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. “Miss me, babe? Miss my cock?”

I raised an eyebrow, shutting the door behind him. “Maybe,” I teased, letting my eyes linger on the bulge in his sweats. “You’re early.”

“Couldn’t wait,” he replied, stepping closer, his towering frame already invading my space. “Figured you’d be gagging for it.”

I smirked, trailing a finger down his chest as I backed toward the bed. “Cocky as ever, huh?”

“You love it,” he shot back, pulling his hoodie off in one fluid motion. He wasn’t wrong.

I dropped to my knees without another word, undoing the drawstring of his sweats. His thick cock sprang free, already hard, and I licked my lips, wrapping my hand around it. He let out a low groan as I leaned forward, my tongue darting out to tease the tip before taking him fully into my mouth.

I started slow, swirling my tongue around the head, building anticipation. His hand found the back of my head, guiding me as I slid further down, taking as much of him as I could. As I worked, I brought a hand up, running it along his firm abs and over the broad expanse of his chest, feeling the ridges of muscle under his skin. It didn’t take long before I was slobbering, my throat stretching to accommodate his size. Gagging slightly, I pulled back for a breath, saliva dripping down my chin as I grinned up at him.

“Fuck, you’re too good at this,” he muttered, his voice rough with arousal. I didn’t bother replying, instead diving back in, my lips tight around his shaft as I bobbed up and down.

The room was filled with wet, sloppy sounds, his grunts, and my occasional gags. My hand worked his base while my other reached for the nightstand. I grabbed the lube I’d strategically placed there earlier, pouring a generous amount onto my fingers.

I shifted slightly, my head still buried between his muscled thighs as I slipped a slick finger between his cheeks, pressing gently against his hole. His body tensed for a moment, but he didn’t object. In fact, as my finger eased inside, he let out a low moan, his hips bucking slightly.

“That’s it,” I murmured around his cock, the vibration making him groan louder. I worked my finger deeper, curling it slightly, feeling him relax and push back just enough to let me know he was enjoying it.

His cock twitched in my mouth, and I could feel him getting close. But instead of letting him finish, I pulled back, licking my lips as I grinned up at him.

He looked down at me, smug as ever. “Ready to be fucked?” he asked, his voice dripping with confidence.

I raised an eyebrow, smirking as I slowly withdrew my finger. “Are you?”

For once, Chad seemed at a loss for words. His mouth opened slightly, then closed as if he couldn’t decide how to respond. 

Chad’s cock twitched in my hand, but I didn’t move to finish him. Instead, I leaned back slightly, letting my lips curl into a teasing smirk.

“Here’s the deal,” I said, my voice low and firm. “If you’re gonna fuck me, I get to fuck you. Fair’s fair.”

Chad froze, his cock still hard in my grip. “No fucking way,” he said, his tone sharp, but I caught the hesitation in his voice.

I tilted my head, letting go of him entirely. “Alright,” I said casually, reclining back on the bed and grabbing my phone. “Your choice, but just remember how good my fingers felt. But I’m not doing anything else unless you play fair.”

Chad stood there, his expression shifting between frustration and disbelief. After a long pause, he muttered, “Fine,” pulling back and grabbing his boxers off the floor. “This is bullshit.”

I shrugged, scrolling idly on my phone. “Sure, it is.”

He started putting his boxers back on, but I didn’t even glance up. I knew his type—he wasn’t walking out. He hated not being in control, and I wasn’t giving it to him.

Finally, he sighed, his boxers still halfway up his thighs. “Alright, fine. But just once. This is too much hassle to find someone else tonight.”

I hid my grin, setting my phone aside. “Good choice, alpha boy,” I teased, patting the bed beside me. “Come on, let’s see if you can handle it.”

Chad was hesitant at first, lying back as I grabbed the lube. His cock was still rock hard, twitching slightly as I slicked myself up and positioned between his muscular thighs. “Relax,” I murmured, my voice softer now. “You’ll like it.”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t argue as I eased forward, pressing against him. The moment I breached him, his breath hitched, and his head fell back against the pillow. I started slow, giving him time to adjust, my hands gripping his hips to steady him.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice strained, but there was no mistaking the slighest pleasure in it.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I asked, thrusting just enough to make him gasp.

“Not really,” he groaned, but his body told a different story. He started moving with me, his muscles flexing under my hands as he began to meet my rhythm.

Before long, Chad was moaning, his big cock started leaking against his abs as I took control. “That’s it,” I said, my voice low and commanding. “Beg for it, Chad.”

He glared at me for a second, but as I thrust deeper, hitting just the right spot, his resolve crumbled. I paused, pulling out slowly, leaving him empty and gasping. His eyes widened in shock, and a whimper escaped his lips.

“Fuck, Alexa,” he panted. “Don’t stop. Please, put it back in. Please, just fucking do it.”

I smirked, letting the moment linger, watching him writhe beneath me, desperate. "Beg for it," I said, my voice low and commanding.

“Alexa, fuck, I’m begging you! Please, put it back. I need it," he groaned, his tone laced with frustration and surrender.

Satisfied, I slid back in slowly, making him gasp as I hit that spot again. “That’s my good boy,” I murmured, picking up the pace.

I grinned, picking up the pace, watching as the once-dominant rugby bro melted beneath me. His moans grew louder, more desperate, until he was practically writhing on the bed. Then, with a wicked smirk, I pulled out entirely and leaned back. "Your turn," I commanded, patting my thighs. "Ride me."

Chad hesitated, his flushed face torn between irritation and curiosity. "What?"

"You heard me," I said, my voice firm but teasing. "Get on top and show me what you’ve got, big guy."

After a beat of tense silence, he reluctantly moved, climbing onto my lap, his muscular thighs straddling me. I held his hips, guiding him as he sank down onto my cock, his body trembling with the stretch. "Fuck," he moaned, his head falling back as he adjusted.

"That’s it," I murmured, squeezing his hips. "Take it, Chad."

As he started to move, his initial awkwardness melted away. His rhythm quickened, his hands gripping my shoulders for balance as he bounced on my cock, moaning like a man possessed. I could feel the tension in his body, the way he clenched around me with each thrust, and it was intoxicating.

"Alexa," he gasped, his voice cracking. "Please, I need it. I want you to do it, cum in me!"

"Beg for it," I growled, my fingers digging into his hips as I thrust up to meet him. "Say it."

"Fuck, please," he panted, his eyes locking with mine. "Cum in me, Alexa. Fill me up."

Hearing him beg sent a surge of heat through me, and I gripped his waist tightly, driving into him harder. "That’s all you had to say," I murmured before burying myself deep inside him, groaning as I came, wave after wave of my cum hosed into him. His body arched against mine, his breath ragged as he rode out the sensation.

He withdrew carefully, and I watched him catch his breath. He looked dazed, his cheeks flushed and his hair sticking to his forehead. For a moment, he just knelt over me, his muscular frame towering as he tried to steady himself. My eyes drifted down, and I couldn’t help but grin when I felt my own cum dripping from his stretched hole, pooling warmly on my torso.

“Your turn,” I said with a smirk, kneeling between his legs as the sticky trail cooled on my skin.

Chad didn’t hesitate this time. I wrapped my lips around his cock, taking him deep as he groaned loudly, his hands gripping my ponytail. “Fuck, Alexa,” he moaned, his voice rough and trembling as I bobbed up and down, my tongue swirling expertly around his shaft.

The sight of him above me, his abs flexing and his breath hitching with every motion, was intoxicating. His cock pulsed in my mouth, and he let out a loud and manly moan as his hips began to jerk uncontrollably. “Alexa, fuck, I’m gonna—” he gasped.

With one final thrust, he came, unleashing into my mouth in hot, sticky spurts. I swallowed every drop, my lips tightening around him to savor the sensation before pulling back to look up at him with a satisfied grin.

Chad collapsed on his tummy back onto the bed, panting. “Fuck,” he muttered, staring at the ceiling as if trying to process what had just happened.

“Exactly,” I said, lying down beside him with a smug smile. “Told you you’d like it.”

Chad laid down, trying to catch his breath and I watched his ravished and puckered hole, still soaked with my cum. My gaze lingered for a moment, a smug grin tugging at my lips. Then he shifted, turning back toward me and grabbing one of my juicy ass cheeks with his strong hand.

His eyes softened as he looked up at me, almost like a puppy begging for attention. "Can I fuck you now, Alexa?" he asked, his voice quiet but dripping with want.

I leaned in and kissed him, slow and deep, feeling him respond instantly as his lips moved against mine. When I pulled back, my eyes gleamed with mischief. "Call me Alex," I said, letting my tone drop into something playful, "and you can... if I can come with you ‘backbacking’ in Europe this summer?"

His brows lifted in surprise, but he didn’t immediately object. I smiled to myself, already picturing the possibilities. "And by the end of the summer?" I thought, my fingers brushing his jawline. "Who knows? Maybe I’ll have myself a new boyfriend. I’ve never had a straight ‘rugby boy’ as a BF before."