Page 29 of Best Friends
“Open up, C.,” he growls, his voice low and gravelly. “Need your mouth on me.”
My lips part instantly, obedient and eager, and he slowly pushes his thick cock into my mouth. I gag, saliva pooling, but I don’t pull back. No way. I fucking crave this. The weight of him on my tongue, and the way my throat stretches to take him. I moan around him, the vibration earning me a sharp gasp from above.
I glance up and catch his expression—hungry, almost wild—and the sight makes my pulse drum in my own cock. I try to focus, to work my tongue just right. I like the heaviness of him on my tongue, the way his thigh muscles tense and strain. He keeps one hand on the back of my head, not pushing, just guiding, like he’s trying to set the right tempo.
“Fuck, yeah,” he hisses, his fingers tightening in my hair. “You look so damn good like this, choking on my dick.”
Having my best friend talk to me like we’re in a porno is weird, but I just suck harder. My only thought is to please him. I hollow my cheeks, my tongue working the underside of his shaft like it’s a popsicle. Although, he tastes better than any frozentreat I’ve ever had. He lets out a hungry growl, and he begins fucking my face in shallow, filthy strokes. I don’t complain or fight him. I love the silky feel of his shaft in my mouth and throat. Urged on by his desperate sounds, I take him even deeper.
“Jesus, your throat is so fucking tight,” he groans, his voice ragged. “Your mouth’s perfect. Like it was made for my cock.”
His praise makes me proud. I’m determined to please him. My eyes water as he thrusts deeper, his cock hitting the back of my throat, and I swallow instinctively. His chest-deep groan is fucking pornographic. I glance up at him through watery lashes, and the sight is almost too much—his jaw clenched, his eyes dark and hungry, his chest heaving like he’s barely holding it together. He’s the most beautiful alpha I’ve ever seen, and I can’t believe he wantsme.
“Fuck, I’m close,” he warns, his grip on my hair verging on painful. “You want my load? You gonna swallow every drop like last time?”
I moan in agreement because of course I’m going to drink him down. Every fucking drop is going in my belly. My dick aches and throbs at the thought of him coming in my mouth again. I can’t wait to taste his bitter release.
“Jesus Christ,” he gasps and his hips stutter. “Oh, shit.” He arches his back and his cock pulses hard, and his cum floods my mouth in hot, salty spurts.
I drink him down greedily, moaning like a fucking whore. I can’t believe how much I enjoy drinking his cum. The feel of his dick in my mouth seems so natural. I can’t think of anything I’d rather do than please him. Malcolm triggers many of my omega instincts in a way no female alpha ever has.
I continue sucking and licking his cock until he finally softens in my mouth. I lick my lips, grinning at him. His cum is everywhere, on my tongue, dripping down my chin, smeared on my cheek.
He returns my grin, wiping at my chin with his thumb. “You’re a mess, C.”
I bite my lip. “Can I make a mess in your mouth now?”
“Yes, please.” He smirks up at me, his eyes still dark with lust. He then flips me onto my back so fast I don’t see it coming. I let out a gasp as he slides down my body and wraps his lips around my cock, hot and tight. I cry out and my hips jerk instinctively, but he pins me down with those thick, calloused hands of his and continues working my aching cock.
I groan and arch my back, desperately trying to get away from his eager mouth. It’s almost too much. His mouth and tongue are everywhere, sliding and sucking and torturing me. When I whine and plead for a break, he laughs and suckles the underside of my cock, teasing the sensitive vein from base to tip in a way that has me choking on my own spit.
Then he swallows me down, his lips stretched obscenely around my cock. He hollows his cheeks until I feel like I’m being pulled apart at the seams. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I’m just a fucking mess of sensation, arching off the mattress, fists clawing at the sheets like they’ll somehow anchor me.
“Fuck,” I groan, my voice raw and broken. “Malc,” I whine, sounding almost panicked. “It’s too much. You’re going to make me come so fast.”
He hums around me, the vibration shooting straight up my spine, and I swear I see stars. I’m just about to burst, when he pinches the base of my cock and stops the impending orgasm. Igroan as frustration eats at me. But I don’t have long to suffer because within seconds he’s sucking and licking again. He once more sucks torments me to the edge of climax, and then again he stops the orgasm.
Growling, I dig my fingers painfully into his hair. I no longer care if I’m going to burst too soon. I just need release. “Let me come you asshole. You’re killing me.”
He chuckles and takes my dick back into his mouth, deepthroating me. His nose presses into my bush, and he inhales my scent. His eyes flick up to mine, bright and fucking predatory. He tilts his head with a wicked gleam in his light blue eyes, his mouth still stretched wide around my cock. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me, the smug bastard. This isn’t just a blow job. This is a drawn out torture session.
“Please,” I beg, my voice cracking. “God, please—let me come.”
He clamps down hard, sucking with a force that makes my vision blur. His fingers dig deeper into my hips, holding me in place as he swallows me whole, his throat working around me like he’s starving for it. And I can’t—fuck, I can’t hold back anymore. Thank God he doesn’t pinch me this time. He sucks harder and I feel my balls tighten and the most delicious orgasm shoots up my aching cock.
“I’m coming,” I choke out, the desperate words tearing from my throat. I come hard, so hard it feels like my soul’s being ripped out of me. He doesn’t let up, not for a second. He keeps milking me, swallowing every drop, his tongue working me relentlessly until I’m wrung out, shaking, fucking destroyed.
When he finally pulls off, I’m gasping for air, my body still twitching with the aftershocks. I’ve never come that hard before.It was a whole body orgasm that’s left me weak. He pulls me into his arms and his mouth covers mine. His tongue delves deep into my mouth, and I cling to him, exhausted. Satiated. So happy I can’t think clearly.
“Where the fuck did you learn how to do that?” I mumble, feeling sleepy.
He chuckles. “I watched some gay porn.”
I snort a laugh. “You watched gay porn for me?”
“Sure. I need to know how to please my man.” He ruffles my hair. “I adore you, C.”
My heart twinges. “I… I adore you too.”
