Nothing butBrandonmade sense.
What did that mean?
What was so special about the friendship that we had together that made it so hard to let it go?
Brandon shifted under me, letting out a long sigh while rolling his body into mine. The motion of it sent a zing of pleasure shooting straight to my boner, forcing a hiss out of me as I fought the urge to move with him.
Oh, fuck me...
I was too comfortable in an agonizing kind of way. Not to mention my hangover was making me a little dizzy. What I reallyneeded to do was roll over and go to the bathroom so I could rub myself raw over the fucking toilet.
With my arm pinned under him, radio static shot through my limb the second I tried to move it out from under him. Flames licked at my skin from the blood finally returning to my poor arm, causing my shoulder to cramp up in the process.
I used my other arm to sit up slightly, and the loss of the weight on his chest had Brandon moving once more. His legs crushed my thigh between them, holding me in place. That’s when I felt something else brush up against my hips. Hard and tenting the front of his pants.
He moaned softly in his sleep, the sound a wonderfully enticing thing that had my mouth dropping open to suck in a surprised gasp of air.
As I stared down at where we were entangled, my brain began to short circuit. The collective symphony in my horny brain egging me on and telling me that just a little bit more friction and I’d finally find what I’d been chasing after since last night.
I knew I was going to monumentally regret this.
I didn’t care.
Lowering myself down on top of Brandon again and burying my face into the crook of his neck, I breathed in deeply. God, he smelled fucking good. I was tempted to open my mouth and lick at his skin, which I had a feeling would taste salty and slightly bitter from him working at the shop all day.
Under me, Brandon’s hips clashed again with my own, rolling in a slow motion that had me seeing stars.
“Fuck,” I whispered against his neck.
I needed to come so fucking bad it was boarding on painful. Matching his rhythm, I ground myself against him until I could feel the hard line of him hidden under his jeans. That had megasping in his ear, the unexpected shot of pleasure building at the base of my spine.
I’d never had any questions about my sexuality, never found my own gender appealing, let alone want to rub my dick against another one like this. It felt so good, to the point where I didn’t even care that another man was currently getting me off.
“Ahh...” Brandon whimpered.
Hearing him like this, in an intimate way, was something that felt forbidden—wrong in a way. Like I was intruding on a private moment that I wasn’t meant to share with him. We’d only been open to a point about our hookups in high school, and with not much experience under either of our belts, we’d had very little in the ways of bragging rights.
So what Brandon was like in this kind of setting was foreign to me. Yet it did nothing to deter my balls from squeezing out enough precum to wet the front of my slacks in an embarrassing way.
My hips snapped into his, pulling a moan from my own mouth.
Oh, fuck. I was going to come just like this. Humping my former best friend like a thirteen year old who just discovered the beauty of an overly squishy pillow and a cock slicked with half a bottle of lotion.
So close...
There was a gasp and then his hands were slamming into my chest, thrusting me back hard enough to send me sprawling off the bed. Nearly hitting my head on the way down, I snatched the side of the nightstand for purchase, only missing the corner of it from slicing my forehead open at the last second.
My shoulder hit the floor first, my legs still hanging up onto the bed as I tried to blink away the black spots forming in my eyes from my headache.
“Oh my god— Fuck.”Brandon’s face appeared over the side of the bed. “Are you okay?”
I only groaned in response.
“Just, uh, stay right there,” he said, scrambling off the other end of the bed.
His footsteps moved around his room and then disappeared down the hallway, leaving me to slowly peel myself up off the floor in a humiliating show of stupidity. Well, that was one way to kill a boner...
Mortified wasn’t even going to cover what I felt at this moment.
