Page 41 of It's Complicated

“You don’t say.” Taking a chance, I dragged my cock through his fist.

He gave me another little squeeze and leaned forward.

The rasp of his tongue against my cockhead was like getting zapped with a live wire. I didn’t bother stifling my cry, letting him hear how good he felt.

He smiled, his eyes lighting up like he’d won some sort of prize.

“You like that?” He did it again.

“Ungh,” I groaned, sliding my hand back into his soft hair. Gently, I twisted my fingers in the strands, needing that extra connection. “Cocktease.”

“Who, me?” He gave my tip a kittenish lick.

“Yeah,” I grunted like a caveman. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Good.” He grinned triumphantly.

“I’ll get you back for this,” I promised, then moaned loud enough to wake the neighbors when he gave me a few hard strokes. “Just you wait.”

“I’m quaking in my boots.” Chuckling, he started stroking me in earnest, changing the pace and angle of his hand with every other pump.

“Not helping,” I gritted out. It felt amazing, but switching things up so often was making it impossible to get used to any one feeling, and the effect was almost overwhelming. “How are you so good at this?”

“I have one too.” He stopped stroking me and pressed my cockhead against my thigh, then let it go. “Sproing.” He made a noise like a spring snapping back.

“What the fuck?” I made a weird sound that was a half-laugh, half-groan. As silly as the move was, it felt kind of good.

“Sorry.” He didn’t look the least bit sorry. “I couldn’t help it.”

“All good. I’m fully planning on doing the same to you when it’s my turn.”

His heated gaze met mine. “You want to suck my dick?”

He hadn’t said anything vulgar, especially compared to how we talked to each other on the daily, but something about thewayhe said it made me feel like an awkward virgin again, all bumbling desire and zero chill.

“As soon as you’re done sucking mine,” I managed to get out without tripping over my words.

“Better get started then.” With another of his cocky grins, he leaned in and wrapped his lips around my cockhead.

“Holy fuck,” I gasped.

The wet heat of his mouth was incredible, and the little groan of pleasure he let out nearly sent me over the edge.

The vibrations felt amazing, but it was seeing him enjoy it, being able to watch his face and know that he wanted to do this for me, that made the moment so intense, so perfect.

Sucking a bit harder, he moved down my length, drawing about half of me into his mouth.

The sight of my cock in my best friend’s mouth was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, and it took everything in me to hold still, giving him a chance to get used to being on the giving end.

Carefully, he moved up and down my length, his pace agonizingly slow.

“God, Z,” I moaned, unable to look away. “You feel so good.”

He moved faster, his confidence—and his skill—growing.

Being careful not to pull too hard, I used my grip on his hair to move him a bit faster.

He took the hint, a look of determination crossing his features.

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