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“You don’t have to do that—”
But the next word he says is garbled, because my mouth is on his massive cock. I open my mouth wide, thankful I can fit the tip in. I wetten my mouth, because Oskar’s never experienced this before, and I want to give him an amazing blowjob.
If I’m going to introduce Oskar to sex, I want to make sure I give him the very best introduction.
After all, I’m his best friend. And I’m Dmitri.
This is going to be awesome.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Oskar
This is not happening. Obviously. There’s absolutely no way I’m in bed with Dmitri Volkov, NHL star and certified F-boy, doing things that happen in x-rated fantasies.
My heart flings itself into an advanced gymnastics routine because somehow, this is actually happening. Dmitri is my favorite person in the world. I was content being his friend, happy merely knowing that he existed.
But now all his focus is on me.
His dark eyes are intent, his hands sure and confident on my body.
I grip the sheets and try not to combust on the spot. His talented mouth is doing incredible things, and I’m trying desperately not to embarrass myself by coming in two seconds flat. His hands roam my body like he doesn’t even notice I’m not his usual type. My frame is decidedly masculine, but he seems... enthusiastic?
God. My cock is in his mouth. His succulent lips are stretched around the most private section of my body. I feel his wet lips around my head and feel his tongue licking the sensitive underside of my cock.
He pulls back. “You’re thinking too hard.”
“You weren’t supposed to notice.”
“I always notice you.”
My heart stutters at his comment, and I tell myself this is enough. This night, if it’s all that ever happens between us, is enough. I push away the selfish part of me that tells me that I want this to matter to him too, that I want us to be together like people are together in nineties romcoms and books in certain sections of the bookstore, the way that my parents are together.
This isn’t that.
But it’s fine.
It’s more than fine.
Then Dmitri does some sort of sucking motion with his lips, and my heart throttles forward, slamming against my ribs.
“I’m going to...” I swallow hard, unsure what the etiquette is.
“Just relax. Let it happen.”
His eyes are soft and tender, and his lips move into a smile. Then his lips swerve into a smirk, and he pulls me toward him. I guess I’m super light, and he’s definitely super strong, because in the next moment he’s rearranged me so that my bottom is exposed. He sucks his index finger. I stare as he hollows his cheeks. He can’t intend...
But he does. He completely does.
He runs his finger against my crease.
“Dmitri...”
“Asses are a big part of man-on-man love, Oskar.”
I giggle. “Good thing I have you to tell me that.”
He nods in a pleased manner.
