Page 25 of One Lovely Lie

He blushes. “I need you in my mouth.”

I can’t help my wide smile as I nod my head. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles nervously, leaning down to press a kiss on the head of my cock. “Thanks for checking, but I want this.”

Slowly but carefully, he begins to guide my cock into his mouth. I think that he’s going to stop, take a break, and just get used to the feel of me in his mouth, but Daniel is a fucking champ. My eyes widen and my cock twitches as he takes me all the way into the back of his throat, swallowing until I see fucking stars.

“Daniel,Jesus,” I moan, resisting the urge to thrust into that tight, wet, hot mouth. “Daniel, that’s so good, baby.”

Daniel takes my compliment well, groaning around my cock as he bobs his head up and down, and I’m helpless to do anything but hold his curls away from his face. He might lack experience, and this might be the sloppiest, wettest blowjob I’ve ever received, but that’s all overshadowed by his overwhelming enthusiasm.

I feel ready to blow because this vision is just too much. It’s my best friend worshipping my cock, enjoying every second of it, and his lips around me bring me back to the edge at lightning speed.

At this moment, he’s mine. I’ve never claimed that he and I weren’t slightly codependent. I’ve always been protective of him, but there’s this primal instinct inside me that wants to mark him as mine. My Daniel. My best friend. No one else has had him like this but me.

A thought hits me.

“Can I do something different?” I ask, out of breath and holding myself back.

He pulls off, a string of saliva still connecting him to my cock. “What?”

“I want to finish on your face.”

For a second, I think he’s disgusted because he doesn’t say anything. It takes a moment but then so much heat fills his eyes that you would think it was his idea. He kisses my cock all over while mumbling, “Yes. Yes, please.”

When he begs like that—like my sweet, loving slut urging me to mark him—I don’t need more than a few pulls on my dick to get me there.

“Open your mouth.”

With a loud grunt, I unload all over his face, making sure not to get any of my cum near his eyes. The shining, wet, sticky proof of us on his skin turns me wild.

Out of breath, I run my thumb through my release and then press it between his waiting lips. I moan as he sucks on my fingers. “Perfect.”

He smiles bashfully, licking his lips as his bright eyes focus on nothing but me. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I say with too much enthusiasm, leaning in and licking the remaining cum from the corner of his lips. “It’s always going to be perfect with you.”

And I mean it. That was his very first experience giving a blowjob and it was the best blowjob I’ve ever had. It wasn’t the fact that I came on his face, it wasn’t even the fact that he deep-throated me like a pro—it was the fact that it washim.

I hold him in my arms for a while afterward, content to enjoy the pressure of him on top of me, and we talk about all sorts of stupid shit until it’s time for both of us to turn in.

I walk him to his dorm, hand in hand, and kiss his cheek goodnight. As I make my way back to my own room, I can’t help but smile.

He doesn’t have to worry about anybody else. There will never be anybody else when I have him.

Chapter 8

Daniel

Life is kind of awesome right now. Magnus and I have been inseparable, which isn’t unusual, but instead of just watching movies or talking, we now spend our free time having incredibly hot sex. I’ve been adamant about perfecting my blowjob skills, so every other minute either his dick is in my mouth or mine is in his. It’s been perfect.

Well, maybe not perfect. I’ve come to dread the moments right after sweet release when Magnus leaves. He doesn’t mean to be an asshole—this is an arrangement and nothing more—but it always hurts a little when he walks away.

I keep telling myself that this won’t end well. I keep reminding myself that I should put a stop to this. I keep trying to be a reasonable and responsible adult, but I just fucking can’t. I’m in way too deep.

Every time I think I should say something, he goes and does something stupidly cute like kiss me or touch me or hug me…or basically just breathe on me. I’m pathetic. I want him all to myself for as long as he’s willing to give.

I’m addicted.Magnusis like an addiction that I can’t escape, and what hurts the most is that I don’t want to.

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