Page 23 of Best Friends
“Yeah?” I strain into him, my hips rocking against him, seeking friction. Until now, I’ve never wanted an alpha’s cock inside my body. But everything has changed.
He rumbles, “one day, I’m going to take your ass, C. Bare.”
“Shit,” I hiss as he squeezes our cocks harder and faster. “You really want that with me?”
“Fuck yeah.”
Without warning, my control slips. My dick swells and I cry out as my climax slams into me. “I’m coming,” I moan as my cock jerks against his, coating his stroking hand in my creamy release.
“Shit that’s hot,” he growls and a warm spurt of his cum smears the head of my dick and abdomen. He takes my mouth roughly as our dicks spill, bodies shuddering against the delicious pleasure of our orgasms. My hole quakes, missing the fullness of an alpha’s cock. If he were inside me, my spasming ass would milk his dick of every drop of cum, and then he’d probably knot me.
Why do I want that so bad?
Panting, I lean my head back against the wall. He buries his face in the spot where my shoulder meets my neck. His breath is hot against my skin, and we shiver against each other as our orgasms ripple through us. Slick drips from my ass, my body still instinctively craving the fullness of an alpha’s cock.
My legs are weak and I’d slip to the dirty floor if Malcolm weren’t holding me close. He presses a soft kiss to my lips and grabs some toilet paper so we can wipe ourselves off. I’m worried he’ll suddenly freak out about what we just did, but he doesn’t. Instead he strokes my hair out of my forehead, and the affection in his eyes makes me feel warm and cared for. It’s obvious that what’s happening between us isn’t just about the sex for him.
The thought of that is both comforting and terrifying. Will these sexual feelings destroy our friendship? How are we supposed to act with each other now? I’m not sure we can just go back to pretending this is nothing but a platonic friendship. We’ve both said and done way too many things that make that idea ridiculous.
As if sensing my fears and confusion, he presses me tight, his hand on the back of my head. “It’ll be okay,” he says.
“You really think so?” My words are muffled against his shirt. “What are we supposed to do now? Pretend we’re just buddies?”
“I don’t see how.” His reply is gruff, and his breath is hot against my ear. “One thing’s for sure. We aren’t taking those girls back to my place.”
“God, no.” I cringe. “That wouldn’t be right. We definitely can’t sleep with them after this.”
“Of course not.” He exhales roughly. “I meant all the things I said to you. I love you, C. I’m sick of pretending I don’t feel this way about you. I think I’ve always been in love with you, but I was too scared to acknowledge my feelings until now.”
“What changed?” I ask softly. “Why admit your feelings now?”
He narrows his eyes. “Isn’t it obvious?”
My face warms but I don’t speak.
“I’m not going to beableto hide my feelings for you now, C.” His voice is raspy. “It was already almost impossible after Vegas. Once I got a taste of you, I… I couldn’t seem to get it out of my head that I wanted more. I tried to pretend everything was the same though, because you seemed stressed out after our trip. But it wasn’t working very well. I haven’t been able to sleep with a girl since we got back.”
Surprised and pleased, I meet his embarrassed gaze. “Really?”
He shrugs. “Really. I still flirt around with chicks, but I haven’t taken anyone home.”
While I love hearing that, it also confuses me. “But, you planned on sleeping with Cecilia tonight.”
He grimaces. “Yes. But not because I really wanted to. You were acting so weird after Vegas, I was trying really hard to get back to how things were before. I thought maybe if we both slept with some hot girls, you’d go back to your old self. But after tonight, it’s obvious that things between us are never going back, C.” When I don’t speak, he asks in a worried voice, “You… you still haven’t said anything about how you feel. Am I the only one with feelings here?”
“Of course not. I… I love you too, Malcolm.” I exhale. “But I don’t see how we could ever be together. Not for real.”
“Why not?”
I blink at him. “Because Whispering Pines is such a backward city. The people here aren’t very enlightened. There’s definitely bias against same sex couples.”
He wrinkles his brow. “There are gay couples in Whispering Pines.”
“Sure, but it’s not the norm. And those couples get harassed a lot too. You know that as well as I do.”
“Okay, but those couples don’t let the hate stop them.”
I give a gruff laugh. “No, they just have to put up with being harassed about who they love. If we were openly together, we’d get the same bigoted treatment, Malcolm. You must know that?”
