Page 2 of Best Friends
“Okay, okay,” I mutter, trying to control my nerves.
The first touch of his mouth is weird but not awful. His stubbly chin is rough against mine, and it’s really different kissing him as opposed to a chick. Girls are all soft and curvy, but he’s solid like a tank. He isn’t tentative at all either. His lips are warm and full, and his kiss almost aggressive. I can taste the lingering bite of whiskey and lime on his tongue. At the touch of his lips on mine, my cock wakes up real fast, testing the elasticity of my underwear.
Somewhere in the background, the elevator dings softly as we pass another floor, but neither of us looks up. The air between us feels heavy with the sharp tang of sweat and aftershave. I hold back, kind of freaked out by how hungry I am for his mouth. I assumed I wouldn’t like kissing him, but that’s not the case. My heart is hammering so hard I can hear it in my ears, drowning out the mechanical whir of the elevator cables.
He lifts his head, grabbing hold of the front of my shirt. “Jesus Christ, C. You kiss like a fucking girl.” Malcolm’s voice is raspy.
“Is that a bad thing?” I ask, snorting a laugh. I tend to find everything hilarious when I drink too much. And I have definitely had more than enough booze.
“Kiss me like a dude.” He shakes his head. “Stop being careful with me. I’m not going to shatter.”
“Give me a break, man. I’ve never kissed a guy before.” I grimace.
“Stopthinkingso much. Kiss me like you want me, asshole. Same as you would a chick.”
“Fine,” I mutter. “I… I’m gonna kiss you like you’re a girl I want to fuck.”
“That’s more like it.” His Adam’s apple bobs. “Try to get into it or it won’t work.”
“Okay You asked for it.” I grab the back of his neck and pull him closer, opening my mouth under his. He pushes his tongue between my lips and a zing of lust rattles through me like a circuit board shorting out from electrical overload. Why does this kiss with Malcolm seem ten times hotter than usual? Is it because I think it’s wrong? Is it the forbidden fruit syndrome?
His big hands slide onto my hips, and he tugs me closer. His dick is hard through his jeans, and I’m sure he can feel my erection too. He gives a little whimper and slows down, taking his time exploring the inside of my mouth. His tongue is rough, and he smells like bourbon and ginger cardamom cologne. We’re both so fucking hard, it’s shocking. Maybe it’s just the friction ofour crotches rubbing together that’s getting us so fucking turned on.
When he lifts his head, he cups my balls through my jeans and I groan at how good it feels. The look in his eyes is borderline scary. “That’s better.” His tone is gritty. I wonder if the girls he’s with ever get intimidated by the sheer force of his passion. He looks like a hungry wolf right now, and I’m the prey he wants to devour.
“You’re intense, dude.” I lick my throbbing lips, feeling unsettled by how into him I am. Why is kissing him hotter than kissing any girl I’ve ever been with? It’s confusing as fuck.
“What do you think?” he asks, but I can’t read his expression.
“About what?” I ask, voice wobbling.
“What do you think I’m asking about, C.? The fucking weather?” He sounds impatient. “Do you just want to stop at kissing?” He’s staring at my mouth, and lust radiates off of him in waves. “Or did you want to do more?”
Kissing is all I expected. I thought we’d probably hate it. But neither of us seems to dislike kissing, so, should we try something else? Or should we stop this little tipsy experiment here? Judging by his salacious expression, I’m guessing he wants to keep going with other things. Is that wise? I’m not sure. Malcolm is my best friend. He’s my favorite person in the world. I don’t want to do anything to ruin our friendship, but I have to admit, that kiss was amazing. I’m turned on and confused about what to do next.
I laugh gruffly. “You tell me. Kissing was your idea. I don’t know what the hell we’re doing.”
His dark gaze is bright. “I’d like to get off.”
I frown. “The elevator?”
He rolls his eyes. “No. I mean I want more than just a kiss.”
My pulse bumps at the desire in his voice. “Give me details, dude. How far do you want to take this?”
Grimacing, he looks embarrassed. “I… I think I’d like to suck you.”
“Really?” Heat floods my cheeks, but my dick gets even harder. The thought of him taking my cock in his mouth has my knees ready to buckle. What the fuck is wrong with me? Shouldn’t I be pushing him away and telling him to back off?
“Yeah, I really want to try it.” He laughs gruffly.
“That’s… surprising,” I say unsteadily.
He winces. “I know. I get it. This is kind of out of the blue. But I’m curious for some reason.”
“I didn’t think that was something you’d want.” I’m being very tactful. What I’m really thinking is never in a million years did I think he’d let my dick anywhere near his mouth.
He slowly runs his hand up over my bulging crotch. There’s a little smirk on his full lips. “I don’t think I’m the only one who’s turned on right?”
