Page 45 of The Marriage Policy

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just might die, is all. Can I get on the bed?” If not, my legs might give out.

“Shit. Yeah. Sorry.” Eric moves so he’s sitting with his back against the headboard, his boot big and bulky. I take the spot beside him, then grab my lube out of the nightstand and hand it to him.

He’s still hard, his body slightly jittery. I really want to touch him too, want to know what he feels like, want to make him come. There’s nothing wrong with that. It doesn’t meananything. Just two guys getting each other off. Nothing to see here.

He sits sideways and pumps lube into his palm.

“Am I okay like this?” I ask. “What do you want me to do?”

“I think so, and I’m not sure.” Eric reaches over and takes hold of me again. His movements are measured, explorative. I can’t stop watching him, that familiar hand I never imagined I’d see on my dick. “This is really hot. Do you like it?”

“Yeah. You can squeeze me a little tighter.”

He does so. “Like this?”

“Yes. God yes. That’s so fucking good, babe.” My hands fist. It’s wild how I want to come already. It’s more from the knowledge of what’s happening and who’s doing it than just from a hand on my dick.

I risk a glance at Eric. At his face and how focused he is. He wants to do a good job. My best friend wants to make me feel good, and that’s an incredible high. “I, um…crap. I know this is supposed to be you seeing if you like touching someone else’s dick, but I want to touch you too.”

“Absolutely. You can. You don’t have to ask me twice.”

I laugh. He’s so fucking fun. “Lie on your side.”

“Yes, sir,” Eric teases.

He does, and once I have my hand lubed up, I do the same so we’re facing each other. Eric reaches for my dick first, and I hiss again with the feel of him touching me. My fingers itch to feel him too, so just seconds into Eric stroking me, my hand is on his shaft, moving up and down.

“Fuck. I’m probably gonna bust pretty quickly. This is really doing it for me.”

“Me too. I love thick cocks.” He’s so hot and big against my palm, his face so close to mine.

“Yeah?” he asks. “I know you like being fucked. You like ’em big like mine?”

“So fucking big,” I confirm. My eyes almost drift closed, but I don’t want to miss a second of this. I want to see what Eric looks like when he comes. I know every one of his faces, but I don’t know that one.

“I use my finger on myself sometimes, touch that spot you talked about.”

I lose my rhythm, surprised. “What?”

“You’ve said how good it feels. I know you’re a bottom, know you like to be full, so I wanted to see what it was like. I’ve never had more than just my finger, but I love it too, D.”

“Oh shit. Now I’m not going to ever be able to get that vision out of my brain.” I drop my head against his and then freeze when Eric’s lips press against mine. I jerk back.

“Sorry. I thought you were gonna kiss me. Can we not kiss?”

Considering we’re touching dicks, kissing makes sense. “We can kiss,” I confirm. “I didn’t know if you’d want to.”

“I want.” And then his mouth is on mine again, his tongue inside. We’re jerking each other off while our tongues tangle.

Eric kisses like he does everything—full throttle, passionately. I’m dying. My balls are so full and achy. I want to see that big load he was talking about. I want…more, but this is supposed to be his show, his experimenting. I’m so damn afraid of doing the wrong thing.

I feel us getting closer, though, as our mouths move hungrily, our fists pleasuring.

“Eric… I want…”

“What do you want?” He nibbles my lip.

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