Page 4 of Best Friends
I can’t help smiling because he sounds so happy and relieved.
“We’re just experimenting, right? People do that.” I laugh nervously.
“Exactly.” He turns to me and captures my lips again and I don’t have another rational thought until the door dings, signaling our arrival at our floor. We stumble out of the elevator and down the hall, laughing. He has his hand possessively on my lower back, and my heart is thumping like a drum.
The plush carpet muffles our unsteady footsteps. He slides his key card into the lock with a soft beep and an electronic click, and we’re in his room. Sure enough, his room is spotless, and it smells like his cologne. The blackout curtains are drawn tight,blocking out the city lights twelve floors below, and a single bedside lamp casts everything in warm amber.
He strips first, and my stomach rolls with excitement mixed with nerves. He has a beautiful body—defined six-pack and bulging biceps. I’ve noticed that many times in the shower at the gym. But it never occurred to me I might want to touch his body until today. I start to pull my shirt off over my head, and it gets stuck halfway.
“Shit,” I mutter, the words muffled by the cotton material. “I’m stuck.”
Malcolm’s familiar, husky chuckle finds my ears. “Let me help.” He unbuttons the shirt and pulls it off, leaving me bare-chested. The cool air conditioning raises goosebumps across my skin. I cross my arms, feeling self-conscious because his gaze is intense.
I’ve undressed in front of him plenty, but today it’s different. His nostrils flare at the sight of my pecs and he tentatively touches one of my nipples. His fingertips are slightly rough, and the nub beads as he strokes and caresses me with his fingers. I give a soft groan as arousal spikes in me.
He grabs my belt and pulls me in for another wet, hot, tongue-filled kiss. When he lifts his head, he’s breathing heavily. “This is just cuz we need to get off,” he insists. “It’s no biggie. We’re just using each other’s bodies.”
I feel like he’s trying to convince himself as much as me, but I simply nod, my head fuzzy with need. “Yeah.”
With a salacious smile he undoes my pants and pushes me back on the bed. The hotel comforter is soft beneath me, cool against my heated skin. Then he tugs my jeans off of me, leavingme in just my white briefs. He peels off his black underwear and climbs on the bed, covering my body with his.
His coarse skin and the prickle of his leg hairs are different from the silky flesh of a woman. His body radiates heat like a furnace. It’s so weird having him on top of me—weird in a good way. He’s heavy, and he handles me roughly. I’m oddly turned on by how he tries to control my body with his big hands. I have an overwhelming desire to submit completely to him. I’m not sure where that needy impulse comes from. Maybe just cuz he’s an alpha?
“I’m not going to be able to do much with my underwear on,” I whisper.
“Oh, yeah.” He rolls off of me and I ditch the offending cotton barrier. The cool air hits my exposed dick, and I sigh as Malcolm closes his fingers around me. My cock aches to be touched, and he obliges, squeezing and swiping his thumb over the seeping head.
“This is a nice handful,” he mutters, squeezing my cock soundly.
“Thank you?” I laugh.
He narrows his eyes, squeezing me harder, and I writhe on the bed. I grit my teeth, trying not to make too much noise. Through the thin hotel walls, I can hear the muffled sound of a television from the next room, and the distant hum of traffic far below. I don’t want the person in the next room to know what is happening in here.
I watch him, taking in the lock of dark hair that falls over his forehead, and the little line between his brows. I love his face. It’s so familiar to me. I reach out and trace my finger down hisangular jaw, and he smiles at me. The smile is so unguarded and sweet, my chest aches painfully.
All of a sudden I’m worried again. What are we doing? We’re playing with fire right now. I have a horrible feeling that this moment will fuck up our friendship. We’ve been close all our lives, and the idea that this sexual shit will screw that up has me breaking out in a cold sweat.
“Hey, Malc,” I whisper. “This changes nothing, right?”
He looks up and his light gaze softens. “Nah. I told you, you’re my best bud. Always will be.”
“Okay. If you’re sure.”
“I’m sure.” He grins and then lowers his head, taking the tip of my cock into the warm cave of his mouth.
I arch my back and gasp,“Shit.”
“Mmmm,” he says, sucking harder.
“Oh, God.” My fingers curl in his silky hair as he sucks me deep into his throat. Pleasure shoots through my body, tingling along my spine. Holy crap, how gay is that? I’ve nevertingledin my life. But Malcolm’s tight lips on my dick have my entire body jangling like the tooth fairy is banging her wand on my head.
He groans as if he’s in heaven, and his greedy sounds are a turn on. I feel obligated as a straight man totryand think of a girl at this moment, but it doesn’t really do it for me. In fact, I can’t get hard unless I gaze at my best friend’s muscular body. The manly smell of him and the feel of his warm body next to mine is what has me hard. Tits are great and all, but right now, all I want is this man who’s bent over me sucking my cock.
I’m shocked when the idea of fucking him springs to mind. Would it be like fucking a girl? An ass is nothing like a vagina, but that doesn’t turn me off. My dick throbs just thinking about sinking into his warm, tight ass. Holy shit. If he were to spread his legs right now and ask for it, I’d fuck him. But I’d want to make him beg for it first. I’d want to bring him to the edge over and over and watch him beg for my dick in his ass. I’d want to watch him come too.
Oh, yeah. How hot would that be?
I can just imagine the creamy cum spurting out of his thick cock as I thrust into his hole like a jackhammer. Or maybe he could fuck me. Jesus. It would be so fucking hot to have his dick deep inside my hole. What would it feel like to have his thick cock moving inside my body? I’ll bet it would hurt at first. God, why do I want that? But I do. I can’t stop thinking how good it would feel to be fucked by my best friend.
