Page 83 of My Best Friend Is Broken
“Stop!”
I stop immediately. Overheated blood turning cold.
I look up at him. His head is back. He is panting and sweaty and glowing with pleasure. I think he is okay?
“I want to cum on your cock,” he gasps.
Relief surges through me. “You can do both?”
Liam chuckles. “I’m flattered that you think I’m that virile.”
“Hey, maybe I’m just that good?”
He laughs again, opens his eyes and looks down at me. “I want your cock, Nicky.”
I swallow so loudly I swear the neighbors can hear it. “Fingers first, I need to stretch you. I don’t want this to hurt at all.”
Liam flops back down with an exaggerated, long-suffering sigh. I laugh and start untangling us so I can reposition myself.
Suddenly, a bottle of baby oil bounces onto the mattress beside me. The bottle I keep hidden in the back of my bedside drawer.
“How did you know about that?”
Liam grins at me, eyes gleaming, as he props himself up on his elbows. “Nicky, sweetheart. I was there when puberty first got its dirty claws into you. I know all your perversions.”
“Baby oil is not a perversion!” I protest.
“The sheer amount of times you jacked off with it, was.”
My chest all but spasms as I shake with sudden, uncontrollable laughter. Liam laughs too and joy sparks around us. I never thought ridiculousness and laughter could be a part of sex, but I love it more than words could possibly say.
“You were horny too,” I say when I can eventually talk again.
“But I managed to be discreet about it.”
“Oh God!” I gasp. “Did everyone know?”
Liam’s eyes gleam mischievously. “Everyone.”
I narrow my eyes and shake my head. I’m not falling for that. Everyone did not know I was jacking off every spare minute. Liam only knows because he knows me better than anyone else in the world.
I snap open the bottle of baby oil and pour it onto my fingers.
Liam tracks my movement, and his expression shifts. Amusement morphs into desire. The air around us heats and intensifies.
“Guess I need to redeem myself.” I whisper hoarsely.
Liam licks his lips and nods. The sight of him so lost for words, hits me somewhere in the chest, where it settles next to my heart. Probably forever.
My hand lowers. Liam spreads his legs for me. My fingers trace around his hole. His eyes flutter closed, and a beautiful moan pours past his lips.
I’ve barely touched him.
Pride and excitement bubble in my chest. This is going to be good. I’m going to be able to rock his world.
My fingers trace around and around. A gentle, barely there caress. The baby oil is slick, and he is already soft and a little loose from my tongue.
I watch his face intensely as I slowly, oh so slowly, ease one finger inside him. His eyelids flutter but don’t open. His jaw twitches, and his lips puff out a sigh. Pleasure flows across his face and makes him even more beautiful.
