Page 55 of Bad Friends

“Wanking off.”

“No, that was what you were doing. I was enjoying multiple orgasms, thank you very much.”

He’s across the room in seconds and throws open the covers, diving on top of me. Our heat turns to flame as his skin covers mine and I spread my legs immediately, crying out when he pushes straight into me, so hard and ready for me. I link my ankles behind his back and groan when he kisses me forcefully, nipping my bottom lip, his tongue deep in my mouth. I grab his hair and cling on, tugging and pulling so it’ll hurt, but all he does in return is kiss me, all over. He kisses my mouth, then my cheek, my eyelids when they’re shut. He kisses my throat, behind my ear when I turn my head, my breast, my nipple, the underside of my arm where it’s sensitive, the thin skin of my chest and my chin, my earlobe, my mouth again… his tongue gentle, his teeth ravenous and his lips soft one minute, sucking the next, then pushing down against my mouth as though I’ve tortured him and now he must torture me.

He pounds home, rocking the bed, and I scratch my nails all the way down his back as I come screaming his name, needing and wanting him so much, the feel of his flesh inside me like nothing else, then his cum satisfying me in ways nothing else ever could. He buries his head in my neck, his breathing hoarse as he catches his breath. I love it that he’s twitching inside me still.

He rolls off me to the side and covers us with the duvet, tugging me against him so we’re side by side, facing one another. He strokes his fingers down my cheeks and searches my eyes in the dark even though all colour is impossible in my room, the blackout curtains more than doing their job.

He guides my thigh around his body and tugs me close, touching his lips gently to mine, his beard shaggy and unkempt from all my tugging, pulling and no doubt his ministrations all over my body.

“I can’t be without you,” he says, even more hoarse, “it’s hell not having you by my side when I wake up. I need to feel your warmth and your beautiful hair covering my arms. I need to see your eyes when you open them. I need to touch your mouth with mine when you’re asleep, just to remind you I’m here and I’m not going anywhere else. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything my whole life and I’m not letting you go, ever again. You belong with me because I need to look after you. It’s become all that makes sense. It’s become something I didn’t know I needed, but I do, I need to look after you and you need to let me. I know now what my purpose is. I know where I belong and it’s with you.”

I wrap one arm around his shoulders, digging my hand into his hair, my other hand against his face. “Okay then.”

His eyes shine even in the dark and he sighs with relief, moving in to kiss my mouth again, featherlight little touches that send electricity coursing through my veins. Paul slides his hand down my back and tugs me closer, locking our bodies together, his palm gripping my bum cheek, his fingers spread, holding me firm. All I’ve ever needed is his hand against my bottom like this, showing me that he wants me, that I’m his.

His kisses are slow and tender and I completely surrender to his touch, moving when he moves, slipping my tongue gently around his, touching and caressing, then his two lips suckle one of mine and I get lost, the pleasure of him taking his time slowly and surely drawing me deeper and deeper under his spell until I can’t feel myself anymore, just him, his touch… which is telling me he’s sorry, he’s desperate, he’s contrite, he needs me and he appreciates me. With his body he’s telling me all the things he struggles to say because he hasn’t ever felt like he can say them… because speaking about his feelings hasn’t ever been anything he was encouraged to do.

He shifts down the bed a few inches and brings me towards him, inching himself between my legs. He’s at the level of my breasts and kisses one, then the other, flicking his tongue over the bud, then sucking, all my joy wrapped up in him sucking my breasts.

He rocks into me, just the tip of his cock against my clit, becoming slick again because of my cum. With my arms wrapped around his head holding him to me, I rock back into him, so slowly, aching for more. My breasts yearn so much for his touch, I have goosebumps all over and can feel every time even a single blade of his hair touches me, let alone his full beard.

“Oh, god. Paul.”

“You need me, baby?”

“Always.”

“I love your tits. You have the most beautiful boobs.” He’s holding them, brushing his beard against them, nudging his cheek into them, then his mouth, then his whole face. “They’re going to get big when we have babies. They’re going to get dangly, not all tight and high and perky like now, your eager little buds pointing right at my lips, desperate for me. No, one day they’re gonna be saggy and all over my face and I can’t wait. I need to be here with you through all that.”

“Oh, fuck,” I groan, as his cockhead continues to do all kinds of things to the bud of nerves at the crest of my sex, now swollen and sizzling with every insistent push of his slippery tip.

He sucks hard on my nipple and I look down, watching his cheeks hollow as he refuses to apologise for causing me pain, his moves making my chest even tighter than I thought possible. He jabs his cock against my clit and the heat becomes too much, I overflow and give in, crying out as he slurps on my breasts, desperate to have all of me.

He shifts upwards again and slips his tongue into my mouth, exploring more of me, licking everywhere, caressing the insides of my cheeks, even. I’m on my side and so is he when he slips both hands around my waist, then slides them down to my bottom, holding both of my cheeks. He encourages me to hike my leg up around his waist and he pushes his cock against my opening, his hands on my bum directing me until we merge perfectly. I keep breathing to cope with the intrusion of his hard cock inside my super sensitive core.

“I’m never leaving you again,” he murmurs against my mouth, staring right into my eyes.

A single tear slides down my cheek. “I love you so much.”

He brushes his mouth so tenderly against mine, his soft lips making me forget he even has that huge thick beard.

“I just didn’t know it could be like this,” he whispers, “I didn’t know this was what it was all about, and now I’ve got it, I’m hooked. It’s better than anything.”

He holds me so tight, still with his hands firmly around my bottom, directing me back and forth along his cock, my sensitive insides pierced every time he fills me again… and again… and again.

I hold my hands against his chest, his body hair wrapped around my fingers, my legs tangled around him, our bodies each other’s to hold, to possess and to take joy from.

“Lily,” he growls, and I watch his face as he comes, knowing nothing else will ever matter to me as much as seeing him this happy.

Chapter Twenty-Three

The next morning it’s like a dream. I think perhaps… it was… but now it’s real. I stretch my arms above my head, feeling warm and sensual and aroused, and suddenly it becomes clear to me why. He’s going down on me and woken me up, like this. All my senses immediately awaken to high alert and I reach beneath the covers, dig my hands in his hair and rock against his mouth. Within seconds, I come, gasping and spluttering, moaning.

He crawls up my body, wriggles his hips between my legs and kisses me good morning. Then he fills me with fire, causing me to throw my head back and dig my nails in his shoulders.

It’s all over before I’ve even had chance to really appreciate him. I’m so wound up for him now, it’s easy.

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