Page 27 of Best Friends
He shakes his head. “You really have no trust in me at all, do you?”
I move to sit beside him on the couch, pressing my leg against his. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, Malc. I feel lost. I mean, I’ve spent almost our entire friendship watchingyou sleep with chicks. Now supposedly you’re giving that up to be withme?” I laugh harshly. “That doesn’t seem possible.”
He grabs my hand, swiping his calloused thumb over my heated skin. “Well, it is possible. I wasn’t the least bit tempted, C. All I wanted was to get here. But they were depressed and I felt like I owed them a good time. But I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I’m sorry,” I mumble, turning my face into his big shoulder. “I’m being a jerk. I’m sorry.”
He puts his big hand on the back of my neck. “It’s okay, C. I know you’re a suspicious bastard.”
I shiver at his touch, still mystified by why I now feel lust when he touches me. It makes no sense to me that my feelings have changed so completely. It’s as if once the switch was flipped, there’s no going back. I can’t imagine wanting anyone sexually but Malcolm now. Was I always secretly attracted, but I shoved it down? Why was being around him platonically enough before, but now not?
That sweaty, hormonal feeling from a few weeks ago washes over me again. It’s almost like my heat suppressants don’t work anytime I’m around Malcolm. Maybe I need a stronger dose. I’m embarrassed when slick releases from my hole and he inhales as if sensing how my body is responding to his closeness.
“Are you okay, C?” he asks. “You feel really warm.”
“I feel a little flushed.” I admit, slipping my arm around his waist. “But mostly I’m just really glad you’re finally here.”
“Me too.” His hand slips down my back and there’s a possessive quality to it. “We should go to bed. It’s late.”
My stomach swirls with excitement. “You think I’m just going to take you to my bedroom, sailor?”
He laughs. “I sure hope so.” He glances around the room. “There are way too many windows in here for someone who has a secret to keep.”
“True.” I pull away from him and get to my feet.
He watches me for a few moments, a little smile hovering on his sexy mouth. “Can’t wait to suck you off, C.”
I shiver. “Who says you’re sucking me off?”
Lust glitters in his eyes. “I assumed we’d both get sucked off. But you had to wait for me all evening and I feel bad. I was trying to be polite by letting you go first.”
“Ahhh, I see. You were being considerate. I didn’t expect that from you.”
He gets up, a sexy smirk on his lips. “You going to give me a hard time all night? Or can we get to the good part?”
“Follow me. You’ve been a good boy tonight so you should be rewarded.” I turn and head toward my bedroom. I’m acting cavalier, but inside I’m having a meltdown. What exactly will Malcolm want from me tonight? It’s not like I’m versed in gay sex. We shared a few glorious blowjobs the night we went to the convention, and whatever that was in the bathroom this evening. But overall, I’m very inexperienced at being with a guy.
As if reading my mind, Malcolm grabs my arm as we enter my bedroom. “Hey, C. We won’t do anything you don’t want, okay?”
I laugh sheepishly. “I just don’t know anything about being with a guy, you know?”
He grunts. “Yes, I know. I’m in the same boat. I’ve never been with a guy before you either. This is all new territory for both of us.”
I blow out a shaky breath. “You seem so much calmer about everything.”
“Trust me, inside I’m not calm.” He pulls me into his arms and I go willingly. I’m craving his touch. His breath is hot against the side of my neck, and his big hands rub my lower back. “We can work up to things. For now, let’s just suck each other and shit like that.”
I swallow loudly. “You say it so casually. ‘Hey, let’s just suck each other’s dicks, old pal.’”
He laughs. “God, sorry, But I really want to taste you again, and I’m not sure how else to say it.”
I want what he’s offering, so I’m not sure why I’m being difficult. I suppose it’s just fucking weird to go from seeing him platonically to instantly wanting his mouth on my dick. My face is hot just thinking about it. It feels wrong, and yet also so right.
I pull away from him and yank my T-shirt off over my head. He watches me, slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt. His heated gaze runs over my naked torso and my dick throbs at the look in his eyes. He looks every bit the alpha right now. Predatory. Powerful. I shiver when his eyes lighten to a silvery blue in the dim light. That’s happened every time we get sexual with each other. It must be some male alpha thing. None of the female alphas I’ve been with have ever had their eye color change.
I slip out of my sweats and underwear and go to the bed. I take out lube from the nightstand. He strips quickly, eyes never leaving me. I crawl up on the bed and lie on my side, and hejoins me. We’re both naked now, facing each other. His dick is thick and hard, and mine is the same. There’s no denying we’re sexually turned on by each other. It’s shocking, but glaringly obvious.
He reaches out and runs his hand along the curve of my hip. I shiver at his touch, holding his lusty gaze. My ass oozes slick, and my face warms when his nostrils flare. I’m not used to my body reacting like it’s doing. But he’s so in tune to me he notices every sign of my arousal. His cedar scent changes when he’s turned on too. His masculine scent becomes earthier. It’s weird experiencing all these new things with him. While our kind no longer shift, we’re still driven by our primal instincts and our bodies are doing what they were made to do.
