Page 116 of My Best Friend Is Broken
I scoop the bottle of baby oil off of the floor and pop the lid. I’m just about to start pouring it everywhere whenI remember the towel. It probably is a very expensive sofa, and the cream color isn’t going to hide any stains.
Maybe we should take this to bed? But we are here now, and I like the idea of doing it on the sofa, it feels naughty and decadent.
But as I look at Nicky sprawled out like some sort of delicious feast, I can’t think of a way of doing this in any way that is remotely sexy.
Sighing in defeat, I retrieve the towel and hold it aloft. Nicky blinks, and I see him come to the exact same conclusion as me. This isn’t going to be erotic.
He laughs, and his amusement spreads to me. With both of us chuckling, we manage to get the towel under him.
As we settle back down and he stares up at me, my heart fills full enough to burst. This easy laughter feels far more intimate than the hottest sex ever could, I swear.
“Are you just going to stare at me all night?” he teases.
“Maybe.”
I snap open the baby oil and drizzle it over my fingers. Nicky’s eyes heat, and just like that, the atmosphere turns from soft and warm, to fiery and hot.
With oil-slicked fingers, I caress his cock. He grunts and his eyes fall closed. I watch pleasure bloom and dance across his face while I play with his cock. This moment is incredible. He is hot and heavy in my hand, and the look of joy on his face, joy that I am giving him, is the most divine thing I have ever seen.
I stroke and stroke, until he is loose-limbed and languid. Then, I move my free hand to his hole. My finger traces around it while my other hand continues to pump his cock.
He moans and his hips rock. I pour more oil everywhere. The towel really was a good idea.
I smear the oil around and around his hole. Glorying in the way his body heats it up. My fingers are all but slipping in it, and it’s perfect. His hips are twitching, and his legs are falling open. He is really enjoying having his ass played with.
I watch his face closely as I carefully work my finger inside him. His eyes don’t crunch up. He doesn’t wince. All he does is throw his head back and let out a deep sound of pleasure.
My cock throbs in response. Fuck, this is how I die. Nicky is going to be so frigging sexy my brain is going to melt into goo.
He moans again.
Fuck it. Best way to die ever.
I slide my finger in and out of him. He is so hot, though I don’t know what I was expecting. And, lord help me, if he feels this good around my finger, having him on my cock really is going to kill me.
I add a second finger, and we both make depraved, unholy sounds. I move a little faster, even though I’m scared of hurting him.
“More!” he begs.
I close my eyes and grunt. I nearly shot my load right then and there. How is Nicky so hot? So hot and mine? How the fucking hell do I get to be the first person to see him like this? Be the first person to do this to him? It is unreal, and I’m quite certain I don’t deserve it.
I add a third finger. He clenches around me and tries to fuck himself on my fingers. He is so tight and soft, it really is exploding my brain cells.
“I’m ready!” he whines. “Please!”
I pull my fingers out of him. Shift my position. Then I pause and look down at him. His eyes are closed. He is sprawled on the sofa, decadent and relaxed. His legs are spread for me. He is waiting for me, and he is utterly at ease. He trusts me completely, and the only thing surging through him is lust.
I am delighted and pleased, of course I am. But I am also envious. A little jealous. I’d love to one day be this serene and peaceful for him, but I doubt I will ever be.
He makes a needy noise, and I shake myself out of my stupor. I lean fully over him and line my cock up to his hole.
Excitement and euphoria crash into me. I’ve never topped before. He has never bottomed. A first for both of us. A first we get to share. A moment I get to share with Nicky, the most wonderful person in the world.
My hips move and I sink into him, far easier than I was expecting. Sensation explodes, and I cry out.
Fuck!
My eyes snap open in panic. There is only sheer and utter bliss on his face.
