Page 21 of Hot Doggin'
It’s in my fucking hand.
Thick and hard and bare.
BARE!
Which means it’s not her hand on my dick, it’s HIS!
I’m touching Mac’s cock and it’s a fucking monster like I imagined it was. And so warm.
Fuck the kiss, I have to look. He squeezes my cock through my boxers, and I just know there’s a wet spot he’s touching. There has to be.
His dick is fat and pink but I only catch a glimpse before Angie’s hand is on the back of my head, pushing me closer to him.
Mac licks his lips. His eyes drop to my mouth. I can hear my breath, loud and ragged.
I’m gonna come if this doesn’t stop.
Come way too early. Come from Mac’s hand and mouth. This is supposed to be about Angie, not me and Mac. I gotta stop this before?—
The barest brush of his warm lips touch mine and I hold my breath and then…
It’s gone. The heat, his scent… gone. I open my eyes.
I can read him like a book. His azure eyes are screaming at me, challenging me, warning me.
He leans in again, and I think, this is it, he’s going to kiss me. Maybe he wasn’t warning me to stop, maybe he was warning me that he was about to go through with it, but his lips slide past mine, blazing a hot wet trail across my cheek. His breath warms my ear.
“Not like this,” he whispers for my ears only.
His voice sends shivers through my body. I grab my cock to squeeze the head, hoping it keeps me from coming, but his hand is still there, and I just squeeze his hand instead.
Mac pulls away. All the way away. He scoots back from Angie.
“I’m gonna have to call a timeout.” He hands Angie her blouse.
She huffs and slides her shirt back on. “I knew you couldn’t go through with it. Guys always think it’s sexy to watch two women together, but when it comes to themselves, it’s gay or some shit.”
“I apologize,” Mac says, sounding mostly sincere. “We’re not homophobic, just not into each other like that. Maybe we should wrap this party up. We can always make plans for another night.”
“Whatever. Call me if you change your mind.”
We don’t even have to see her to the door because she’s already through it before I can get to my feet.
And when the door slams shut behind her, I’m left alone on the small couch with my best friend. With our pants unzipped and his cock out.
“What was that?” I demand. Mac looks pissed and I can’t figure out why. I’m not the one that asked her to leave. He gets up to go to the kitchen, maybe to grab a drink, or maybe just pacing to blow off steam, and I follow. “I’ve heard you bitch and complain for weeks about wanting to get laid, and you finally have your big chance and you threw her out? Why?”
I don’t even see it coming. He pins me against the counter, the hard edge digging into the small of my back. “Why?How aboutyoutellmewhy?” His voice rises with anger. “Why, after four years, you suddenly think it’s a great idea to kiss me? Why didn’t you punch me in the face when I grabbed your dick?”
I have ten different answers, but only one that I’ll admit to him. “Because you wanted to get laid?”
“I don’t need your goddamn pity fuck.” He leans in closer, bending me backward over the counter. My back bows uncomfortably. “The next words out of your mouth better not be a lie.”
“Who’s lying?” I try to straighten, to push him back and regain my ground.
His face twists into a snarl. “I’ve practically lived in your pocket for four years. I know the face you make when you’re about to come. I know how long it takes you to get there. I’ve seen you handle women you were interested in and women you weren’t.” His gaze drops to my mouth and I’m so fucking nervous I lick my lips. His nostrils flare. “Your dick was hard forme, not her. You were about to come, and I barely even touched you. She didn’t touch you at all. She didn’t even take her bra off!”
I push at his chest, but he refuses to budge. “It’s not… I wasn’t… I thought she had my cock in her hand. I was T-minus thirty seconds from hitting the drop zone when she ambushed and it turned into a fucking...cockbush! She cockbushed me! Unfriendly fire.”
