“I don’t want my first time to be a pity fuck with a straight guy,” I reply.
“Who said I was straight?” he asks, sounding offended.
I make a sound somewhere between a laugh and a gasp, assuming he’s messing with me. But he’s not wearing a smirk. He’s just staring at me, the confusion on his face.
“But…you’ve only been with women,” I say, trying to gauge if he’s having a laugh or not.
“So?” He shrugs.
My mind is spiraling as I stare at him. Tonight feels as if it’s flipped my life on its head, mixing up fantasy and reality. For four years, I kept my feelings for Declan a secret because I assumed he was straight, but I never bothered to even ask.
Is this real?
“Listen, Shelby,” he says, using my last name, which is something he does if he’s serious but not dire enough to call me Colin. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want, but I’m offering. If you don’t want to graduate from uni totally inexperienced, you don’t have to.”
“No, I…” My voice trails as I realize what I’m about to say. Am I really about to do this with him? My best friend. The man I’ve lusted after for four years. This might actually happen.
“I want to,” I murmur.
His eyes darken as he stares down at me. Something like lust washes over his features. And I can barely breathe with how hard my heart is pounding in my chest.
“Then, come here,” he commands.
A flash of blazing-hot arousal courses down my spine. I force myself to swallow before swimming toward him. His legs are dangling in the water as he sits on the edge of the pool, leaning back on his hands and staring down at me.
The water is shallow enough here that I can stand, so I move to my toes. I’m stationed between his knees, my head nearly reaching his chest. It’s the perfect height so that I only have to glance down and see the outline of his cock inside his wet black briefs.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask without looking into his eyes.
His hand takes my face under my chin, and he forces it up so we’re staring at each other. “If you want it, I want it.”
“I want it,” I whisper.
“Then take it,” he replies. Releasing my chin, he leans back again.
My blood feels impossibly warm as I move my fingers to his body. With shaking hands, I ease the elastic band of his underwear down, revealing his half-hard cock resting against his lower stomach.
I nearly panic, swim away, and announce that I can’t do this. But I want it. This isn’t some random bloke from the pub in a dark alleyway. It’s Declan. The person I trust most in this world. He’s giving me something I want—I just have to have the nerve to take it.
For a moment, I just stare at his cock, taking in the sight. Like me, he’s uncut. But he’s thicker than I am, with a bulging head and prominent veins running down the shaft. And he’s not even fully erect yet.
With my mouth watering, I lean down and hesitantly run the surface of my tongue along the length of him. On an exhale, I hear Declan moan.
“That was nice. Do it again,” he mumbles.
So I do. Slowly and more assertively this time, I rub my taste buds delicately against his cock, feeling it harden under my tongue. When I reach the tip, I close my lips over the head before pulling away again.
He lets out a little grunt, and I’m ravenous for more sounds of pleasure like that.
Finally feeling bold enough, I wrap my hand around his cock and delight in the feel of it in my grasp. Like mine, it’s smooth and warm to the touch. And since I know what I like, I slide the hood down and squeeze my fist around the head of his cock, twisting on the upstroke.
Declan hisses through his teeth as his legs writhe around me. “Aye, that feels good.”
Nervously, I glance up at him, and the moment our eyes meet, it’s electric. He’s into this, and it gives me the courage to keep going.
Opening my mouth, I ease his cock along my tongue. Once he’s reached the back of my throat, I close my lips around him and suck. Declan groans loudly, and I glance up to see him hanging his head back in pleasure.
“Like that, Shelby,” he murmurs raspily.
