“Come here,” I curled my fingers at him.
Avery leaned forward instantly once more, his hands planting on either side of my body in order to lower until his lips hovered over mine again. The ghost of his breath had me wanting to catch his mouth against mine, taste him in every way that I could while he was still this close to me.
I laughed softly as I squirted lube into my palm. “That’s not what I meant.” But hey, it would do the job nonetheless.
“I want to see you.” His voice was low and husky as he said it. “Up close.”
My stomach clenched. How could he say such incredibly sexy things in a way that made them sound endearing and sickeningly sweet?
But that was the way Avery had always been. Charming and honest. A stoic outside with a soft inside that rarely anyone ever got to see. I was privileged to have gotten him to open up to me twice now. Both had given me an inflated ego.
Who else could claim something like that?
His cock jumped in my hand when I wrapped my fingers around it, coating him generously while he kept his eyes locked onto mine. This kind of intimacy was nothing like I’d ever experienced before, and yet, I didn’t at all want to shy away from it.
In fact, I wanted more.
Other men were far too quick to get off and get on with their lives. Whereas here with Avery, it felt like we had all the time left in the world.
I liked that.
Loved it, actually.
Once he was coated from tip to base, I guided him back slightly with a hand on his hip and pressed the tip of him right against my hole. Lifting one of my legs to hook around his hip, I settled back against the mattress, nodding at him.
“Ready?” he asked, his eyes only flitting down briefly before snapping back to mine again.
Oh, I was so fucking ready, he had no idea. All I could give him was a tight nod and an encouraging squeeze at his hip, a moan cutting at the back of my throat the moment he teased himself at my rim.
My body was tense with need making it hard to think straight.
The second the head of his cock slipped inside, my toes were curling. At this rate, I’d be lucky if I lasted all of two fucking pumps before I was making another mess again. Forcing myself not to arch my back off of the bed and drive him in deeper was difficult, nearly impossible, really.
I wanted this to be good for him, too. Rushing into things without letting him get himself comfortable was the last thing I wanted. Not when we were finally doing this.
Avery regretting this in the morning—or hell, right after we were done—would kill me. So whatever he needed to ease into sex, I’d give him without any questions.
A hand squeezed my jaw, causing me to snap my eyes open, which I hadn’t even realized I’d closed.
“Eyes on me, Brandon,” he whispered.
Jesus fuck, if that’s not the hottest thing a man’s ever said to me.
My desperate exhale seemed to only further encourage him as he slid in deeper, my channel burning as his cock stretched me full. It was good—toofucking good—to be fucked like this.
How the hell had I been missing out on this for so long?
“Bran.” My name was gritted through his teeth, his expression straining. “Shit...”
Using my hand on his hip, I guided him into rocking in and out of me in shallow thrusts, kicking up my heart rate each time he came close to nudging against my prostate. Clenching down on him and giving him a test squeeze had all sorts of other curses tumbling out of his mouth, and his hand tightening on my jaw.
“That’s—” He grunted again. “Not fair.”
I wanted to laugh. Maybe to tease him if I could actually concentrate past those sparks of pleasure coursing through me. Any other time, I would try, but at the moment my brain was short-circuiting on how fucking good it felt to have my best friend’s dick buried in my ass. To feel that sharp burn fade into the familiar sparks of pleasure that soon had my jaw going slack.
I couldn’t help it when I slid my eyes shut again, keeping my hold on his hip as he continued to rock into me. “Keep—just like that...”
Holy fuck.
