My stomach flutters. “H-how?”
“You tell me.”
This is your chance. Tell him what you want. He obviously wants to do it. At least right now.
“You could… if you want to… um…”
“Could what, gorgeous? Use your words.”
Swallowing past my dry throat, I summon every bit of courage in me and blurt it out, “You could pull my sweats down and your boxers and we could just… rub.”
Vanian smiles. “Yeah, that sounds good.”
Roughly, he yanks my sweats down on each side with his free hand while keeping my wrists pinned, then he shoves his own boxers down. I let my eyes wander, taking in his muscular body hovering above me and his thick cock hanging between us.
“You see my cock?” he asks. “You see it’s hard?”
I nod, licking my lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard.”
Van sits up slightly and looks down at me, smiling. He doesn’t look freaked out, at least. Then he collapses on top of me, smashing our mouths together and grinding his cock into mine. My eyelids flutter. It’s too much. This is my childhood best friend. My teenage crush. My eternal spank bank material, and right now, he’s doing his best to get me off.
“Like this?” he pants against my lips. “Does it feel good?”
“Yes.”
“It feels good to me too. Your skin is soft and hot, but your cock is so hard. It’s sticky.”
I nod, biting into my bottom lip before Van claims it in another heated kiss. He lets my arms go and I immediately wrap them around him, my fingers greedily roaming all over his muscled flesh while our sticky cocks grind together.
The sensation builds in my stomach, growing with every thrust, but I don’t want this to end. I’m scared of what happens when it’s all over.
“Oh fuck, Nan,” Vanian whimpers, biting my earlobe. “I’m gonna come. So fucking hard.”
“Yes,” I whisper, nipping the edge of his strong jaw. “I want your cum all over me.”
He groans, digging his fingers into my hip on one side. “Nantes,” he pants. “Nantes.”
“Oh fuck.” I arch my back as my climax hits and the first sticky rope of cum shoots from my cock.
Vanian tenses, burying his face in the crook of my neck, and I feel his cock twitch before he spills onto my belly. We rock through our shared orgasm, our bodies and mouths smashed together, panting to catch our breath as we ride it out.
Mine seems to go on forever, until I’m left physically drained and more satisfied than I think I’ve ever been.
Vanian slumps on top of me, his hot breath warming my neck. I keep my arms wrapped around him in case this is the last time I ever get to touch him this way. Sure, he got off, but the sexuality crash might come soon after. I need to be prepared for that.
After lying together for a few minutes, I tap his shoulder. “I can’t breathe.”
“Shit. Sorry.” Vanian rolls off of me and sits on the floor, laying his head back on the cushions.
I don’t plan to say a word until he does. My allegedly straight friend just instigated sex with me, and if my mind is blown, his has to be even more so. No. I’ll be quiet.
The ball is definitely in his court now.
Chapter 13
Vanian
Mind. Blown.
