Page 28 of Returning Your Love
Flicking tongues and quiet moans flooded my senses, causing pre-cum to dampen the inside of my jeans. I couldn’t get close enough. Lusted to drink him down, fucking fill him up, entwine our bodies so tightly together they couldn’t be separated ever again.
Chaz whimpered, his fingertips digging into my lower back, and I didn’t question the truth he wanted me too. Felt the same emotions coursing through his chest as I did.
I tangled one hand in his hair, the other to his nape before sliding my tongue into his mouth.
I didn’t give a shit his breath hinted at lemon and capers. I’d never enjoyed a flavor sweeter than his underlying natural taste. Craving more, I deepened the kiss, groaning when he thrust against me.
His grasp shifted to my ass, and I rolled with his lead, working a hand between us to grab his dick.
“Fuck, I want you,” I moaned into his mouth, licking in deep so he couldn’t respond or attempt to deny me.
Chaz ground against me. He trembled from head to toe, his tongue fucking with ravenous strokes along mine as I squeezed and massaged his length.
My balls drew up, and I pressed my lips against his forehead panting for oxygen. “Gonna nut in my jeans.”
“Jamie—Jesus.” He bucked against me, and I captured his lips again, silencing his moans as he came. Wet heat seeped through his jeans against my palm, and I squeezed, wishing I had milked him properly, skin on skin.
“Fuck yeah.” I shuddered as the first shot of spunk burst from my slit. “Shit, Chaz. Coming so hard for you—” I shoved my tongue into his mouth, groaning my release, grinding over hiship and thigh, wishing we were both naked, my cum smearing all the fuck over his skin.
Wanted itinsidehim. Down his throat so a part of me would always be in him.
We both shuddered, breathless and clinging to each other as we settled from the high of our shared release.
That line separating friendship from a whole hell of a lot more?
We’d wiped it clear from the sand between us.
And while Ishouldgive two shits about the woman passed out and snoring in the next room, I couldn’t. She didn’t deserve Chaz, and selfishly, I wished she was gone from the face of the earth so we would be free to love each other without hinderance.
Chapter 10
Chaz
Eyes clenched shut, a sticky mess in my boxers, I couldn’t stop the guilt hitting me like a damned tsunami as the exhilaration of release faded.
Shelly had embarrassed the fuck out of me and made me feel like a piece of shit.
And Jamie had been there ready and waiting to take the sting of her words away with the comfort of his arms.
Once there?
Temptation had overridden my better sense, and I’d caved to my desire for Jamie, thinking that finally tasting his mouth would reveal it’d only been the forbidden aspect of having my straight best friend that had drawn me to him. I should have realized that was bullshit. After learning he was into guys, I’d been twice as desperate for his touch.
There would be no simple quenching of my thirst for Jamie.
I’d made a shitty error in judgment, giving into my lust like this. But regret? Never that. Having his mouth on me and finding release together had been the single best moment of my life. I couldn’t imagine how much better it could have been without clothing separating us.
“What are we doing, Jamie?” I rasped, my heart hurting even worse now than before I knew what his tongue stroking along mine felt like.
Jamie clung to me as tightly as I did him, as though reluctant to let go. “What we should have been doing since middle school.”
My pulse still thrummed, and I swallowed hard, pressing my face into his neck again. The scent of soap and the underlying musk of my best friend filled my nose. He’d skipped out on that new cologne he’d worn at the welcome home party, so he smelled exactly as I’d remembered, same as when we’d gone camping.
This—this right here is perfection. A dream come true.
Shelly snored especially loud before making smacking noises with her lips like she always did when she’d had too much to drink and crashed for the night. My wife. The woman who deserved my loyalty, and I’d failed her yet again.
Could I be any more selfish?
