Page 46 of Best Friends
I sigh and grab hold of his shirt, gently shaking him. “Stop looking at me like that. I don’t regret calling off the date. Not one bit.”
He smiles sheepishly. “Okay.”
Smirking, I say, “Now, make staying home worth my while, Malcolm.”
His eyes darken with arousal and he squeezes my ass. “It’ll be my pleasure.”
We stumble into my room as the lustful urgency from earlier returns. Malcolm’s hands find the hem of my shirt, his fingers brushing against my skin as he lifts it over my head. I shiver at his touch, not from cold but from the way he’s looking at me, like I’m something precious he’s afraid to break.
“I need a shower,” I say gruffly. “I kind of forgot how disgusting I am after that marathon.”
“I don’t give a fuck. You smell great to me, C.” He kisses the side of my neck. “I just want to fucking devour you.”
I shiver as his hot breath wafts against my flesh. “If you’re sure…” I moan when he nips the skin of my throat.
“Oh, I’m sure,” he whispers, his voice rough with desire. His hands trace the planes of my chest, gentle and reverent. “God, you’re beautiful.”
I smile, feeling a little shy at his compliment. I reach for his shirt, my fingers fumbling slightly as I lift it over his head. He helps me, patient and unhurried, and when the fabric falls away, I can’t help but run my palms over the familiar landscape of his body. We’ve done this before, but tonight feels different. More serious. This isn’t just about sex. Not anymore.
“I love you,” I say. “I love you so much it scares me sometimes.”
His eyes soften. “I love you too,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re it for me, C.”
God, I want to believe that so bad. I want to believe that what we have is something that will last. It’s terrifying to love someone as much as I love Malcolm. Of course, I’ve always loved him. But now things are more serious and that makes it riskier. More easily destroyed. If things blow up, I not only lose my lover, I lose my best friend. My partner in crime. My other half.
He kisses me, slow and deep, like he’s trying to pour everything he feels into this one moment. I melt into him, my hands sliding down to work at his belt while he does the same with mine. When we’re finally undressed, he guides me backwards until my legs hit the edge of the bed. Instead of pushing me down, he sits first, pulling me between his knees so he can look up at me. His hands rest on my hips, thumbs tracing gentle circles against my skin.
I feel feverish, like I have so many times lately in his presence. My dick is hard and my body releasing slick. After the emotional day we’ve had, I feel drained but happy to have Malcolm with me. More and more, when he’s not by my side, it feels wrong. I feel uneasy in my skin when he’s not near.
He kisses my dick, suckling the head and I moan, threading my fingers in his soft black hair. I shiver as lust blooms through my body. My arousal feels different tonight, more intense. More aching. Sweat breaks out on my skin, and a strange flush spreads through me.
I thrust into his mouth, but the aching need in my ass is distracting. My hole quivers and clenches every few seconds,as if anticipating an alpha’s cock. I shiver as Malcolm works my cock, bringing me close to an orgasm. But when I gasp a warning, he pulls back, smiling up at me.
“Mmm, you taste so fucking good,” he murmurs.
His eyes are that weird light blue again, the rim around the iris blacker than usual. The combination of icy blue and the midnight black ring makes him look other worldly. Holding his gaze, the flush of my body intensifies alarmingly.
“It’s so hot in here,” I mumble, staring into his eyes. I feel almost hypnotized, unable to look away. “I feel strange.”
His nostrils flare and his hands tighten on my hips. He shakes his head, as if he’s trying to stop thinking about something. But then he seems to shudder and his nostrils flare. “Your scent,” he whispers. “It’s different.”
“I need to lie down,” I mutter, feeling lightheaded.
He scoots back and we both get on the bed. I rest my head on a pillow and he presses his body against my side, as if he’s worried about me. “Your skin is so hot,” he says. “Maybe you got too much sun today.”
I try to answer, but my mouth is so dry it’s difficult. My dick is achingly hard, painfully so. I moan and stroke myself, feeling like I’m about to combust. He slips his arm around me protectively, pressing his nose to the skin of my throat.
I shiver, still feeling horribly feverish. “Something’s wrong,” I whisper. “I don’t feel like myself.”
There’s a low rumble in his throat as he holds me. His breath hot on the side of my neck. I press into him, an embarrassing whimper escaping me. I feel agitated and overheated as I lift my face to his. Our eyes meet and somethingseems to burst open inside of me. A heart wrenching groan escapes me as a wave of molten heat crashes over me.
“Malcolm,” I moan, moving closer to him. “I need… I need…” I groan, my body trembling. I gnash my teeth as just the touch of his hands on my body almost makes me climax.
He presses closer, obvious worry in his ethereal blue eyes. “It’s okay. I’m here.”
Unable to control myself, I whimper and rub against him, licking his throat and moaning at the delicious salty taste of his skin. I spread my thighs, stroking myself as slick pulses from my ass. “What’s happening to me?” I ask panicked.
“Shit,” he hisses, his body trembling against mine. “I think you’re in heat, C.”
