Page 62 of Tongue-Tied

“Maybe not,” I reply, climbing on the bed and settling behind him.

“What are you—oh fucking God.” Starting with his shoulders, I begin massaging the knots I feel in his muscles. “Why does that feel so good?”

“Because you’re so damned tense.” I keep my hands moving, trying to go down his back, but the material gets in the way. “Take this off so I can show you my skills.”

He lifts his shirt over his head and deposits it on the floor. “Are these new skills? Why have we never done this before?”

“No clue, but just go with it.”

I try to concentrate on working out his tension, ignoring how his skin pebbles everywhere I touch. He groans as my fingers rub a path along his waistband. “I’d ask you to take these off too, if you’re up for it.”

He casts his gaze toward the door. “What if Kael comes home and thinks?—”

“He normally stays at Angelica’s.”

His shoulders relax as he unbuttons his jeans and takes them off. “Maybe you missed your calling,” he murmurs as I encourage him to lie on his back so I can work on the front of him.

“Maybe I did if you like this so much.”

I’m working on his shoulders and biceps when I notice his nipples are hard and so is his dick. I’m turning him on, and there’s something heady about that. Or maybe it’s just a physical reaction to having someone’s hands on you, but still.

His stomach trembles as I feather my hands down his smooth chest, then scoot to the edge of the mattress to more comfortably reach his thighs.

When he shuts his eyes and moans, my own cock fills with blood.

“God, thanks for this.”

I swallow roughly. “We’re still at the end of our date, right?”

“Uh-huh, sure.” He opens an eye to look at me. “Why?”

“Because I want… Can I…” Unable to get the words out, I reach for the waistband of his boxer briefs instead. “Can I touch you again?”

He trembles. “Fucking hell, do you really think I’m gonna say no?”

My fingers are shaking as I tug his underwear down, but I keep going. When his full, flushed cock bounces against his stomach, I’m mesmerized by it. I wasn’t able to get a close-up view before, and now…now, I just want to take it all in. Not just his dick. Everything.

“Are you okay?” Dex’s fingers touch my wrist. “It’s totally cool to change your mind.”

“No! I’m just admiring you…your body.”

Dex’s pupils are wide and glassy, and I don’t know why he seems speechless, but I suppose I am too. Touching my best friend freely like this is surreal.

Before I can overthink it, my hands get to work. I lift myself higher to reach the parts of Dex I didn’t have an opportunity to, from his throat to his heels.

Dex breathes heavily and shivers when I impulsively lean over and lash my tongue against a nipple. “Holy shit.”

“I’ve never… I always wanted to do that.” My skin tingles. “Does it feel good?”

“Fuck yeah.”

Gaining more confidence, I suck each nipple into my mouth, savoring his salty, spicy scent and loving his reaction. How his hands fist and he groans like he’s about to crawl out of his skin. Moving lower, my tongue brushes over his stomach, and I watch in fascination as it quivers.

Resting on my heels, I carefully fist his cock, which is red-tipped and needing attention. I marvel at the silky and solid feel of him in my hand. He shudders when I start jerking him, sloppily at first, until I find a rhythm.

Having the urge to get closer, I keep pumping his cock while I lean forward, first kissing his thigh, then burying my nose in his wiry hair. “You have a nice smell too. It’s not apricots…more like a rich, spicy scent.”

“You’re killing me, Austin.”

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