“What if I want to be with you too?” I push my chair back and walk to the other side of the table, and I kneel at his feet. I rest my hands on his knees and look up at him. His dick is hard, just like mine, but I don’t say anything about it.
Yet.
“You don’t need to say that just because.”
I slide my hands higher up his thighs. He doesn’t push me away, but his breath catches in his throat a little. I pause, and when he doesn’t tell me to stop, I push my hands even higher.
“Darren.”
I reach for his belt and undo it, then slide it out of his pants, one agonizing loop at a time. He’s watching me like I might disappear, but that’s not going to happen. He still hasn’t stopped me, so I toss his belt on the floor behind me, then finger open the button and zipper on his pants.
His hard cock stretches against the cotton of his underwear, and I reach out slowly, dragging my fingers over the outline of his erection. He shivers and wraps his hands around the seat of the chair. I come closer and lean down, nuzzling my face against him. He smells like sweat and musk, and I inhale deeply, groaning and rubbing my nose against him.
“What if I want to be with you too?” I ask again.
I curl my fingers into the waistband of his briefs and pull them down until his cock springs free. He’s big. Bigger than I thought he’d be, and definitely bigger than I am. My hole clenches at the idea of taking a dick like this. I wrap my hand around the base and hold him so the tip of his cock points at the ceiling.
“Do you?” he rasps.
Instead of answering, I swallow the head of his cock. His hands fly off the chair and land in my hair. His fingers twist and pull at me, so I release him and lean back.
“Why did you stop?” he pants, eyes wild and frenzied.
“I didn’t think you wanted me to keep going.”
“God, Harry.” He threads his fingers back into my hair and guides my head down to his cock. I part my lips and take him back into my mouth. He groans and pushes my head down until my nose is buried in the well-trimmed thatch of hair around the base of his cock.
I moan and flex the muscles of my throat, and he tugs my hair, so I lick my way back to the tip of his cock then plunge back down. He curses and tightens his hold on me, moving me up and down his length.
His assertiveness makes me harder than I was before, and I fumble with the fly on my pants to get my dick out. I stroke myself while I suck him off, and his cock grows harder, thicker, until my lips are stretched wide around him.
“I’ve dreamed about this mouth.” He lets go of my hair.
I don’t stop. If anything, I double my efforts, flattening my tongue against the underside of his dick while I bob my head. My face is covered with spit and my jaw is starting to ache, but I love it. I love knowing that he’s hard for me. That it’s my mouth and my body that’s getting him off.
My orgasm draws up and I cry out around Darren’s cock as I come. I catch my release in the palm of my hand, and I’m still trembling when Darren arches off the chair and fucks his cock into the back of my throat.
“This throat, too, Harry. Fucking dreamed about it.”
Then he comes. It’s hot and salty, and it shoots straight into my mouth. After the first jet of cum, he pulls back just enough that the rest pools on my tongue, and he uses the head of his cock to push it deeper.
If I hadn’t just come, I would have right then.
It’s like the Darren I know is gone and someone new has taken his place, because my soft-spoken best friend would have never said those kinds of things to me. Or to anyone, for that matter. I’m not complaining. In fact, I think I’m doing quite the opposite.
“Jesus,” I mutter, giving his length one last lick before I lean back on my heels.
“Was that too much?” he asks, hints of the other Darren peeking back through.
I blow a breath out through my mouth and stand up then pad into the kitchen to wash my hands. When I turn around, he’s standing right there, his cock tucked back into his briefs but his pants still loose.
“Did I ruin everything?” He looks nervous, and he twists his fingers together in front of him.
“How would that have ruined anything?”
“Things get weird, you know. When friends sleep together.”
“That wasn’t sleeping.”
