Page 117 of My Best Friend Is Broken
Thank God! What a relief! I didn’t mean to go that fast. I guess I opened him up really well, or he is super relaxed, or I’m really tiny.
Whatever the reason, I didn’t hurt him, and that is the only thing I care about.
“Liam! Move! Please!” He groans and lifts his hips.
As my panic subsides, sensation really floods in. Nicky is tight and hot around my cock. Squeezing me exquisitely. It is the best feeling I have ever experienced.
My hips move, and Nicky grunts ferally. My eyes roll back. Instincts take over, and my body moves. It thrusts and fucks and pounds. Nicky claws at my back in ecstasy.
“Oh there! There!” he wails.
I shift slightly and try to hit the exact angle I had on my last thrust. Nicky’s loud, keening cry tells me I have done it.
Grinning, I get to work at hitting that exact same spot with every thrust.
Nicky twists and writhes. He screams and falls apart as pleasure undoes him completely. I watch his orgasm rock his entire body. I feel him clench and spasm around my cock. He cums and cums and it is so fucking beautiful that I follow him right off the edge, and we fall together through rupture and euphoria.
I blink and find myself collapsed on top of him. Both of us sweaty and panting. My softening cock is still inside him, and I don’t want it to slip out anytime soon.
“That was incredible,” I wheeze.
“Told you I was that good,” gasps Nicky.
My lungs shake through a silent laugh. “Dufus.”
He chuckles, the sound so warm and happy, it feels like a caress.
I suck in a breath. “I really don’t know which way I liked more. What about you? How are we going to choose?”
Nicky’s fingers brush through my hair for a few moments.
“We don’t have to choose, sweetheart,” he says. Softly, gently, carefully.
I blink. My chest constricts painfully. Embarrassment and deep, deep shame tear through me.
“Hey, Liam, it’s alright. You spent five years away from the world, there is going to be stuff you don’t know.”
“I thought gay couples…” I blurt before swallowing my stupid words.
“Lots of people do,” Nicky says as he continues to stroke my hair. “And some gay couples do have set preferences. But being versatile, doing both, is totally a thing.”
I take in a deep breath and let it out. I’m an idiot, a stupid, clueless idiot, and there is probably a ton of other stuff I don’t know. But Nicky can teach me, and Nicky loves me even though I’m dumb.
“Sorry,” I say.
“Don’t be sorry,” Nicky insists. He kisses my head tenderly, and I melt a little more.
“I love you,” I tell him with all the passion of my soul.
He wraps his arms around me and squeezes tightly. “Love you more.”
Chapter thirty-nine
Liam
The pasta is perfect. Al dente with a rich tomato sauce that Nicky claims his nonna taught him to make, though I suspect he’s been practicing in secret for weeks to get it exactly right. Candles flicker between us on the small dining table, casting warm shadows across the walls of our apartment. The bottle of red wine we’re sharing is halfway empty, and everything feels soft and golden and impossibly right.
“Today went well?” Nicky asks, twirling pasta around his fork with the casual expertise of someone who grew up eating Italian food properly.
