Page 62 of Your Side of the Offense

"Fuck." It comes in a whisper. Like he can't believe it’s happening.

I unzip him with haste. I pull his half hard cock out and lick the precum, exploring with my tongue and stimulating him. Stroking him in my hands as I stare up at him.

"Any preferences?"

"Just do what you do."

I spit on his cock continuing to pump him getting him hard. I lick his tip and he vibrates. I smile to myself as I start playing with him, spitting on him a few times before swallowing him and start really working him.

He moans with frequent trembles as he massages my neck. I take him deep and he closes his eyes. I begin deep throating him and he lets me do my thing. I pull out.

I am glad he has his eyes close. Head with eye contact is too intimate.

He holds my head tighter and starts thrusting, hitting the back of my throat.

"Oh, fucking fuck, Su. You are so…" he doesn't make it far when I grab his balls while simultaneously sticking one finger in his ass and making a come here motion. He almost loses balance as he comes hard, using my head as balance.

He continues thrusting, eyes shut, sweat beads on his face. I finally pull away from him and he steps back, and plops on the bed. Looking utterly spent. He licks his lips and smiles a lazy smile at me. I crawl to him and place my elbows on his thighs, peering at him through my lashes.

"Am I forgiven?" I ask.

He swipes his thumb across my lips. "Fuck yeah."

I laugh.

I get on him and straddle him. He holds me as we stare at each other and I wipe his sweat with my hand.

"But you need to do that again. Fuck, baby, that was…wow."

I smile before I kiss him. He is sated. Relationship saved.

After a while, I pull from him and bring our food. We get on YouTube and watch an animated series we both like.

Later he leaves and I prep for sleep.

When I check the clock, it's just after midnight. I can't help but remember Arch. I wonder when he woke up and how he is. I decide texting isn't really that harmful.

Hey, man baby. Did you wake up alright? How are you feeling?

Better now that you've unblocked me.

Lol

He starts typing, then he stops then starts again. After a minute a message comes through.

Thank you again, Peach. You have no idea how much everything meant to me.

I sit up. I think back to everything. Me holding him in my arms so he can sleep. Did it mean more than what it was? I don't think so. I just did what I had to for a friend. They would do the same for me, it's not like I had a choice, Arch is sick.

It was nothing but a friend helping a friend.

Right. Goodnight, friend.

Ouch.

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