Page 28 of Best Friends
I’m nervous. I start to joke about how this is the weirdest sleepover I’ve ever had, but my mouth is suddenly dry. He’s so close now, pressing the heat of his chest against mine, and all the smartass comments slide away. His hand roams from my waist to my hip, stopping at the curve of my ass. I swear I can feel the thread of his pulse in his thumb. He’s as excited as I am.
He leans in to kiss me, and I let myself fall back, pulling him on top of me. The weight of his body pins me, and it’s a relief, like he’s holding me together. I loop my arms around his neck, pulling him tight, and he grins against my lips. His hands are busy, stroking down my thighs, over my calves, and back up to my thighs.
Once we’ve feasted on each other’s mouths for a while, he slowly sits up, and when I bend my knees, he settles between my thighs. He pumps lube into his palm and slicks himself with practiced motions. Then he reaches for me, running his hand slowly over my length. I gasp, arching into his grip. He continues to stroke me, and with his other hand, he traces a finger alongmy ass crack, spreading the slick over my hole in slow, caressing movements. I groan at the contact, and he smiles, clearly pleased by my reaction.
My ass clenches instinctively at the salacious look in his eyes. Even though he said we wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want to do, there’s a part of me that wants him to fuck me. I’ve told him as much when we were in the bathroom at the restaurant tonight. I definitely want his cock inside me someday, but I’m not sure that day is here yet.
It’s scary to admit that I want to be fucked by Malcolm, especially when I’ve never craved that with a female alpha. Male omegas and female alphas have sex like a traditional male and female couple, unless they want to breed. If they decide to have children, the female alpha takes the dominant role, using her hidden genitalia to impregnate her male omega. I was never sure I wanted to carry anyone’s offspring. But when I imagine carrying Malcolm’s babies inside me, it excites me.
“Hey, where’d you go?” Malcolm asks softly, watching me.
My face warms. “Sorry, I was just thinking about what we should do tonight.”
“Whatever you want.” He touches my cheek. “You lead.”
I sigh. “I think your idea of blow jobs sounds fun.”
He grins. “Yeah? You want my mouth on your dick again?”
I lick my lips. “I do. And I want to taste you again too.”
“Fuck, yeah.” He leans in and presses a kiss to my throat, teeth grazing my skin. The scrape of his teeth are a little painful, and I know he wants to mark me. But he’s holding back, which I appreciate. The mark of an alpha would be difficult to hide orexplain. But I can’t deny the idea of Malcolm wanting to mark me as his is exhilarating.
I shiver, digging my nails into his back. He most likely expects me to submit to him in bed because he’s the alpha. In our friendship, we’ve always been equals. Malcolm has always been more of a natural leader than me, but he’s never lorded it over me or made me feel less than simply because I’m an omega. Will that all change now that we’re having sex? Possibly. It’s primal instinct for an alpha to want to control things.
If I’m honest, despite my desire to be his equal, there’s a part of me that’s excited at the thought of submitting completely to Malcolm. My whole body flushes with heat at the thought of him controlling me in bed. As an omega, it’s natural for me to want to bend to his needs. But even as the idea of submitting to Malcolm excites me, I also instinctively fight it. My defiant streak might be why I’ve never been able to find an alpha.
As if sensing my rebellious thoughts, his hand skims up to my throat. He holds me there, not squeezing but not being gentle either. There’s a low rumble in his throat and my cock throbs at the sound. My insides are hot and aching as I stare into his heated eyes. I’m embarrassed when a needy whimper escapes my lips.
“Fuck, I love that sound coming from you, C.,” he whispers, voice all grit and rough edges. “You’re going to give me what I need, aren’t you?”
“Not if you’re too bossy,” I rasp, fighting the urge to submit.
His lips twitch. “No? You want to fight me?”
I grit my teeth. “Maybe.”
“Nah, don’t do that.” His eyes soften and his hand loosens. “I love you, remember?”
I instantly relax. Malcolm would never hurt me or use me. He’s not one of those alphas who only cares about himself. Malcolm is always the same—good and honorable. In bed or out, Malcolm is Malcolm.
He smiles when he feels my muscles relax. That cocky grin makes me push against his chest, and he allows me to roll him over. I climb on top of him and he laughs, his eyes full of affection.
“You shouldn’t take my submission for granted,” I murmur, rocking my hips against him.
“I never would.” His smile slowly fades and the warmth in his eyes morphs into lust. His teeth pull tight against his lips and he watches me with hooded eyes. We both know he could overpower me if he chose to. He’sallowingme to be on top.
I slide my dick against his in slow, rhythmic thrusts. His lips part and his breathing picks up. The scent of my slick and pre-cum mingle with the smell of sweat and pheromones in the room. His hands guide my hips, and his body meets my thrusts. I lean down and we kiss, tongues tangling with a buzzing desperation. He groans against my mouth, and I smile happily.
I lift my head and softly ask, “Should I suck you, Malc?”
“If you insist.” He grins up at me looking boyish.
I can’t help laughing because Malcolm makes everything fun. I lower my head and kiss a trail across the smooth skin of his chest. When I lick one of his nipples, he groans as it beads beneath my tongue. He shudders when I move to the other, greedily sucking and nipping at the tender nub. I neverthought much about male nipples until now. Never realized how sensitive they are or how much pleasure comes from sucking and biting them.
“Oh, fuck, C.” His voice shakes with excitement. “You turn me on like nobody ever has.”
“Yeah?” I slide down his body and his cock is right there, inches from my face. The musky, manly scent of him hits me full force, and I swear my mouth waters like I’m rabid. This is surreal. Never in a million years did I think I’d want my mouth anywhere near a guy’s cock.
