Page 63 of Tongue-Tied

I shiver at the sound of his husky voice.

When I kiss his hip bone and belly, I feel his shaft brush against my cheek. I turn my head and do what feels natural. I lick his glans. Just one swipe, and he completely melts into the sheets with a groan.

“Feel okay?”

“Amazing. But you don’t have to?—”

“Shut it. Let me make you feel good.”

“I should be making you feel good. I’m the one who canceled our date.”

“It’s obviously not canceled ‘cause here we are.” I meet his gaze. “And I want this.”

That settled, I lean over and lick the entire length of his dick, taste his musk, savor his silky skin and the noises I’m dragging out of him. It’s enough to keep my fantasies alive for months.

I circle around the crown and then take the head into my mouth to test out how it feels between my lips. As it stretches my mouth and I use my tongue to lick and circle, it slowly dawns on me that I have Dex’s cock in my mouth. My best friend, Dex. But somehow, it feels right. And if it’s not, then it will be. It has to be.

“Fuck.” Dex gasps, his fingers winding in my hair. “You’re gonna make me lose my load.”

“Good.” I look at him sharply. “You need the release.”

I take him back into my mouth, slowly, deliberately, savoring every single inch until his shaft reaches the back of my throat. It feels too big, too much. My eyes start watering and I gag, completely mortified.

His fingers find mine. “Take your time. Anything you do feels good.”

My second go is a bit less sloppy, and soon enough, I’m getting the hang of it. And enjoying myself in the process, even if my jaw is beginning to ache. But I don’t want to stop for anything. This is what I’ve been missing. This feeling of being with a guy who appreciates me and my effort. Even if it’s amateurish.

Dex certainly doesn’t seem to notice as his fingers grip the sheets and he screws his eyes shut, his hips gently rocking upward.

“Oh God, Aus…” My name surges from his throat in one long syllable as he shudders, his come spurting from his cock and coating the roof of my mouth. It tastes foreign and salty, but I desperately want to swallow it, so I try my best even if some leaks down my chin.

I’m breathing choppily through my nose as I get every last drop and his softened cock slips from my lips. That first burst of fresh air into my lungs makes me gasp, and I collapse onto the sheets beside him. Holy fucking Christ.

Dex appears comatose except for his chest heaving from the effort of catching his breath. “You… I… I can’t move.”

My grin is so wide my face hurts. I feel on top of the world.

“Good. Now shut your eyes and rest for a bit.”

25

DEX

I’m confused for a moment after opening my eyes. I’m still in Austin’s bed. We’re smooshed together with his chest against my back, and it feels so good. I never sleep with anyone after a hookup, but this isn’t just anyone. This is Austin, my best friend, and everything is becoming so blurred that it’s hard to remember if we’re just us or pretending.

I shift a little so as not to wake him, and that’s when I feel how hard he is. He mumbles and sighs in his sleep, but now I’m having trouble concentrating on anything else, and so is my dick. He made me feel so good last night, took care of me when I was down, and now all I want is to return the favor.

But the sun hasn’t even risen yet, and it would be rude to disturb him.

I lie very still, trying to fall back asleep, and that’s when I feel him scoot even closer to me, his cock digging into my back.

“Austin?” I whisper.

“Hmm?”

“You awake?”

“Barely. Sorry about the morning wood. Probably just need to piss.”

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