We kiss. His touch becomes more solid on my hip, and he slips his fingers beneath my T-shirt to stroke my skin. Little pulses of electricity zip through me, radiating from where his fingers are touching me.
He hooks his fingers into my T-shirt and starts to lie down, taking me with him. I follow, lying beside him, propped up on my elbow so I can lean down to kiss him deeply. He responds to every movement of my lips, every flick of my tongue. His needy whimpers go straight to my cock, and soon it’s straining against my zipper. He’s hard too. I have to fight the urge to undo his jeans and jerk him off. That’s what I’d be doing if he were any other guy, virgin or not. But it wouldn’t be special if I did. It would be needy and urgent and fast. I want to give him a better experience than that.
But kissing him is nice. Being close to him. Experiencing the quiver in his body and the desire in his lips. I pull back and stare into his eyes. His glasses have misted up, so I take them off and clean them on my T-shirt before popping them back on his face.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say.
He blushes and pinches his lower lip between his teeth. I rake my fingers through his golden-brown hair. It’s the right length to tease my fingers through. It’s shorter than mine but longer than Casey’s. Interesting that I’m thinking about Casey while I’m kissing Emory.
“Is something wrong?” Emory asks.
“That depends.”
His brow furrows. “On?”
“For the record, I’m blaming you for putting thoughts of sexy threesomes into my head.”
His eyes widen. “You’re thinking about Casey?”
“And you.”
“You told me it was okay to think about Casey as well as you, so it must be okay for you to think about him as well as me.”
I chuckle. “That’s very understanding of you.”
“I’d rather not be a hypocrite.”
“Lucky for me. Apparently, I have more of a thing for guys in Speedos than I realised.”
“He is hot in them.”
I hum in agreement.
Emory puts his fingers on my cheek and guides my face around so I’m looking at him. “I know my best friend is gorgeous, but I can tell by the way that you’ve been kissing me that you’re into me.”
“I am very into you.” I kiss him deeply.
“But you’re also into Casey?”
“I think so.”
Emory strokes my chest. “What does it say about us that we like two guys at the same time?”
“That we’re not cut out for monogamy?”
He raises his eyebrows. “Are you suggesting some kind of open relationship?”
“Yes. No. Maybe. I’m not sure that feels right.” I chew the inside of my cheek.
“What do we do?” Emory asks.
“Stop.”
“Kissing?”
“For now.” I sit. “I want to kiss you, Emory. I want to do a lot more than that.” I want to suck his cock and make him come. I want to see him writhe on my dick. I want to run my fingers and tongue over his body. I want so much.
“But?”
