Page 64 of Tongue-Tied

I turn over to face him and feel his soft breaths against my lips.

“Are we still on our date?”

“Sure, why not?” he mumbles.

I don’t know what makes me do it, but I close the distance and brush our lips together. He gasps and opens his eyes.

“What was that for?”

“I had a hot date last night. We fell asleep together, and I like how it feels this morning.”

The room is dark, but I can hear the grin in his voice. “I like how it feels too.”

This time, he leans forward and joins our mouths in a breathy kiss that makes my neck tingle. Damn, do I like kissing him. Our bare chests are touching now, which means, at some point, he changed out of his clothes. My hand reaches out to clutch his hip, then rounds to his back. My fingers trail down the knobs of his spine, and when I reach the waistband of his boxer briefs, he trembles.

“Can I have a turn?” I ask.

“Oh God,” he huffs out. “That’s…only if you really want?—”

“Shh, just relax,” I murmur, urging him to his back.

I make quick work of tugging his underwear down, and now we’re both naked. I roll over to cover him with my body and mouth, and feeling Austin like this, skin to skin, our hearts hammering in unison, makes my shaft fill with blood. We slowly grind against each other while our tongues tangle and our dicks slot together, and it feels so intimate that my heart aches with longing. For what, I’m not sure, unless it’s more from my best friend, who’s groaning and sighing beneath me.

Are we still pretending? I can’t tell anymore.

I lift to give the front of him some needed attention, and with each lash of my tongue, he shivers like it’s the first time anyone’s touched him this way. When I realize it might be, I feel a mix of indignation and possessiveness, thrilled that it’s me. He deserves it and so much more.

“I love your body.” I feather my lips across his soft belly and down below to his groin, where the bristly hair tickles my chin.

“Oh my God.” The whimper I draw from him is my reward.

I hum as I fist his shaft and use my tongue to circle the crown. “Your cock too.”

Austin groans and trembles, and it might be the hottest thing I’ve seen because I know how genuine it is. How gratifying to listen to him lose himself to the sensation of my mouth on him.

I lick his slit, savoring the burst of precome, then suckle the head, getting lost myself in having a warm, thick cock in my mouth.

I lick up and down the veins of his shaft. “All this okay?”

“It’s amazing.” He adjusts his legs to help me settle more comfortably between them.

I smile around his cock before I engulf his length.

“Nfmmm.” His hands are suddenly in my hair, gripping and yanking, and I can tell he’s taming his reaction and trying not to jam his cock into the back of my throat.

Not that I’d mind.

Maybe another time. Christ, listen to me.

I hollow my cheeks and bob against his cock as he rocks in time. When I add my hand lower on his shaft, he moans.

“Oh fuck, is this really happening?” His fingers loosen in my hair as if he’s just realized how hard he’s tugging, but I’m busy trying to swallow down my heart after it’s climbed to my throat.

“It’s definitely happening, and it’s hot as hell.”

I wish I could see his eyes, his flushed skin, but I have a feeling that the darkened room adds just the right amount of mystery to allow Austin to let go of his inhibitions. Because he’s practically sobbing now as I double down with my mouth and tongue and hand. I lick and suck and seal my mouth around his cock, down to the root.

“Oh damn. Oh fuck. I’ve never…” His legs stiffen, his spine arches, and I watch as Austin comes undone. His warm, salty come spurts into my mouth, and I swallow it down.

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