When I swallow so he can feel the constriction in the back of my throat, he lets out a long, ragged moan. My own cock stiffens as I let him set the pace and the depth with his hand in my hair. He shoves my head down into his crotch as he lifts his hips up, chasing that rough, tight sensation of being deep-throated.
I let him fuck my mouth fast while I fondle his spit-slicked balls. At one point, I think he’s getting close; he pushes me down on him with a growl, cutting off my air. I hold out until there are spots in my field of vision and I’m about to tap him on the thigh when he abruptly releases me.
I pull him out of my mouth to gasp for breath, long strings of spit connecting my mouth and his cock. I can feel how much more of it I’ve drooled all over my chin.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Ran mutters. A brief frown flashes across his face. “You OK? Did I go too deep?”
“Nah, I’m good.” I study his face for clues to where his head is at. “Could I get you off like this? Do you think you could come?”
He nods quickly. “Uh-huh. I was pretty close before. I just didn’t —I wasn’t sure if you’d —”
“I want to taste you,” I interrupt, no longer caring if I seem desperate or needy. Because Iam. I want Ran to blow a load inmy mouth so badly that my own cock is throbbing at just the thought.
“OK.” He rearranges himself with his hands laced behind his head again, like he was when we started out. “Do your thing. Show me how good you can get me off.”
Oh,God—Ran ordering me to make him come in my mouth is going to live rent-free in my head until the end of time. I grin up at him as I trace my tongue around his cockhead, lapping at the precum dripping from the slit. And then I take him deep again, alternating that with sucking him, hollowing my cheeks, feeling up his balls and occasionally darting my tongue out to lick the soft underside of his sack.
It’s not long before Ran is squirming, grabbing onto the sofa cushions and pumping his hips in quick pulses, thrusting into my face. A low rumble of anticipation vibrates in my throat at the thought of finally,finallygetting to taste my best friend’s hot load.
That vibration is what sends Ran over the edge. Surprisingly, he’s not loud when he comes —he just gasps out a warning to me a second before he lets out a long, low groan, his hips locking as he fills my mouth with his release. His cock jerks in my mouth as he unloads. I can feel my own dick leaking as the sharp, salty taste of him spreads across my tongue.
When the pulsing stops, I slide his cock out of my mouth and rock back on my heels, willing myself to memorize the taste of his orgasm before I swallow him down. There’s one last half-drop beaded at the tip of his cock. I lap it up and rest my head in Ran’s lap for a few seconds, surrounded by his heat and his scent.
A sort of buoyant serenity fills my chest as I listen to him pant for breath. Knowing that he’s flooded with endorphins and satisfied because ofme, knowing I put him in this state, brings a smile to my face.
I nuzzle into his crotch. “This is my new favorite place,” I tell him, the words muffled because I’m breathing them against his drained balls. “I could stay here forever.”
I glance up at him. His curls are tousled, as if he was running his hands through them, his glasses are a little askew on his face and those bright hazel eyes are glazed over with pleasure.
I’ve never been so happy.
13
AARYN
“Oh my God.” I just lie back for a minute or so, catching my breath, still floating on air. The strangeness of this situation and the undeniable reality of how good I feel are both making my head spin.
Errol lifts his head out of my lap, gets up from between my splayed legs and sits next to me, leaning against my arm. “I really liked that,” he says in my ear. His tone is shy, almost like a confession.
I huff out a laugh. “Oh, not as much as I did. I swear to God, I’ve never — that was so —” My words are as disjointed as my thoughts. I try to line them up.
Inexplicably, the one that assembles itself first is that I really ought to return the favor. “I definitely owe you one,” I say as I reach for his belt.
He catches me by the wrist. “No, it’s OK. You don’t have to.”
I frown. “But — don’t you want me to?”
What the hell is even happening here? This is the weirdest and most confused case of hurt feelings ever.
“Ohhh…” The lightbulb goes on and I blurt out what’s in my head. “You think I’d be terrible at it, right?”
“What?” Errol looks at me like I’ve got two heads. I’m surprised when his face flushes red. “It’s not that,” he mumbles.
I frown. “Well, then why don’t you want me to?”
“Ido.” He looks torn, although I can’t figure out why. “I just —” Still blushing furiously, he sits up straight and drops his head into his hands with a groan. When he does speak, his voice is muffled.
“I like to wear, um, sexy underwear sometimes. Like, kind of feminine stuff. You know, satin and lace and all that.”
