Page 5 of Best Friends
Awwww, fuck.
My orgasm hits me so hard and so fast I don’t even have time to warn Malcolm. But the image of him squirming under me with my dick buried in his body, or his cock impaling me, sends me over the edge. Malcolm is still sucking me when I let loose, and he grunts as cum fills his mouth, but instead of breaking off in disgust he pushes tighter and swallows. Oh my God that’s hot. I buck my hips as my best friend swallows every last drop of my release.
As my climax slowly fades I’m a mess, body weak, breathing hard. There’s no cum on my stomach though because Malcolm drank it all down like a Slurpee. I lie like a rag doll as he licks and sucks at my spent cock. I’m not sure how to feel about the fact that my best friend just drank my jizz like it was the elixir of thegods or something. Little aftershocks of ecstasy burst through me as he kisses the head of my softening dick.
“You taste delicious,” he says, a wide grin splitting his face.
“I can’t believe you swallowed,” I mumble, rubbing my eyes as embarrassment creeps up my hot cheeks. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was that close. Your mouth just felt so good… I… I couldn’t hold back.”
“I liked it.”
“You didn’t have to swallow, Malc,” I say, my voice raw with guilt.
He makes an impatient sound. “I know that. Stop apologizing. I loved it.” He leans into me, covering my mouth with his. I can taste the bitterness of my release, and my gut clenches with lust at the feel of his tongue sliding against mine. He thrusts his hips against my body, and I remember that he hasn’t come yet.
“I need to take care of you now,” I say softly, glancing down at his erection. His cock is still fully erect and seeping against my thigh. I know he needs release, but he’s being so patient and sweet about asking for anything. “Let…let me suck you now.”
He hesitates, even though I can see the excitement flare in his gaze at my suggestion. He runs his rough hand over my abs and I flinch because it tickles. He smiles tentatively and meets my gaze. He has the longest lashes of any guy I’ve ever known, and he watches me intently with his sky-blue eyes. “You sure? You can just use your hand if you want. I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to do, C.”
I sit up, frowning. “You’re not forcing me to do anything. Lie down. I’m going to suck you too.” I won’t lie and say it’s notweird to think I’ll soon have my best friend’s cock in my mouth. Of course that’s a strange idea. I’ve never wanted to suck a guy’s dick. Not once. But do I want to stop what we’re doing with each other? Fuck, no. Not until he’s been taken care of too. It’s not just duty though. I’m curious. I actually want to taste his creamy cum, just like he tasted mine. We’ll probably never do this again, and I’d like to know what his spunk tastes like.
Obliging with a little grunt, he lies down. His abs are tense as I lean over him. He hisses when I take the tip of his thick, ruddy cock into my mouth. Obviously, I’ve never done anything like this before. He’s cut like me, and his weighty dick is smooth and silky on my tongue. It definitely feels weird to have another man’s cock in my mouth, but I don’t hate it. I take him a little deeper, and he groans.
That needy sound excites me. It makes me want to please him more. I stroke his prickly balls, cupping their heavy weight in my palm as I deepen the suction. He groans again, lips parting with anticipation. He smells clean, musky, and all male. I feel out of my element, but driven to please him. I think about what I like and try to do that to him. Odds are what feels good to me will feel good to him.
While I’d never in a million years havevolunteeredto suck his cock before today, I’m surprised to find that I actually enjoy the musky taste of his pre-cum on my tongue. Listening to his gasps of pleasure and whispers of encouragement spurs me on. I like that he’s vocal about what he wants and likes. I’m determined to give him the best BJ he’s ever had. I feel strangely competitive with all the chicks he’s been with.
“Oh God, Carrick,” he moans, clutching handfuls of my hair and thrusting carefully. He never uses my full name, so it takes me by surprise. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
I freeze for a second at his words. He’s thought about doing this with me before? Or is he just saying shit in the heat of the moment? It must be that. He’s always been such a lady’s man, the very idea he might have wanted anything sexual withmeis startling. He’s probably just babbling. God knows what nonsense I said when he’d had his mouth on my dick.
I choose to ignore his comment and focus on pleasuring him instead. It’s not hard to do either. I actually enjoy the sensation of his plump cock sliding in my mouth. I like the tickle of his dark pubes against my nose when I take him deeper. I like the little pearls of pre-cum that burst across my tongue every few seconds. I like that he’s getting so much pleasure from my mouth. It makes me proud that I can do this for him.
When his moans become more frantic, and his thrusting intensifies, I realize he’s close. His cock swells in my mouth and I know he’s about to shoot. Even though I’m nervous, I want to taste him, just like he did me. I won’t chicken out now. It will feel so much better for him if I keep sucking him through his orgasm.
I clamp my lips tighter and start sucking even harder, and he gives a chest deep groan. His fingers tighten painfully in my hair, and within seconds I feel his dick jerk. A hot rush of fluid floods my throat and I almost choke. There’s so much cum and I wasn’t ready. The taste is more potent than I anticipated—salty and bitter, but it isn’t unpleasant. The thing that keeps me sucking enthusiastically are the noises he makes. He sounds like he’s so happy and achingly needy as I swallow his spunk.
He whimpers my name and bucks his hips through his climax, panting and squirming. Once his cock is limp I let go and wipe my mouth. The lusty madness I felt moments ago has gone, leaving me a bit embarrassed. I avoid his gaze and move to lie on my back next to him, trying to catch my breath. I stare atthe ceiling as the air conditioning cycles on with a soft whoosh. Somewhere in the distance a siren wails through the city streets below. Meanwhile, I’m trying to process what happened. I just sucked and swallowed Malcolm’s cum.
I’ve wanted this for so long.
His statement comes back to me. Had he meant that? It’s hard to imagine he meant that the way it sounded. He’s never given any indication he wanted anything sexual with me before. Or any other guy for that matter. It’s no doubt just sex talk, and yet the idea that he’s been lusting for me fills me with a strange, buzzing excitement. Why? Why would I want my best friend to lust after me?
“You okay?” he asks.
I turn my head and find him watching me, a line between his brows. He looks like he’s worried, and I’m driven to comfort him. “Don’t take my silence as a bad thing,” I say. “I’m just processing what happened.”
“Okay. I guess that’s fair.” He caresses my arm with warm fingers. The contact sends a little shiver through me. “Don’t worry, C. This is our secret. I won’t tell a soul.”
“Probably a smart thing. The guys at the precinct would never let us live this down.” I sound flippant, but in truth, I’m terrified at the thought of our cop pals finding out about what we just did together. They’re not all the most enlightened people.
“This was just a means to an end,” he says firmly. “No need to freak out.”
“Absolutely. We… we were horny and the girls in the bar didn’t want casual sex. It meant nothing.”
“Yeah.” He nods. “It would have way worse to lie to those girls in the bar just for sex.”
“No, we couldn’t do that. But desperate times call for desperate measures.” I laugh weakly. “Even you were striking out, and that’s unheard of.”
