Particularly around Oliver.
“That’s what you want? To date someone else?”
There’s a long moment where Oliver stares at me. There are flashes of something I can’t place in his dark eyes.
“Fuck it.” As soon as the words leave his mouth, he has me pressed against his kitchen island. Neither of us makes a move beyond that. I know what comes next. I should make an excuse and leave. Tomorrow, we can sort out the details and salvage what’s left of our friendship. Maybe a week or two apart will help us cool off.
Instead, I lean in slowly, waiting for Oliver to push me away. When he doesn’t, I do exactly what I’ve been thinking about for the last several weeks.
The first touch of our lips is purely experimental. I’m still convinced he’s about to kick me out or push me away. Tell me I got it all wrong. Even with his confession, I still can’t believe he’s interested in me as more than a friend.
He’ll get tired of it, but until then, I could get lost in the way he kisses me. Like I’m the only person in the world. Oliver slides his hand under my t-shirt. I love the way his skin feels against mine. My hands are rough, a professional consequence. His are baby soft as they graze against my sides and back.
We kiss until we both need to come up for a little bit of air.Fuck. That’s not what I came here for tonight. Or maybe it is. Either way, it wasn’t in the plan.
“Hop up,” he says, motioning toward the counter. I start arguing with him, after all, it’s not sanitary. This is where he eats. “I want to taste you.”
I scramble up on the countertop, pulling my pants partway down as I go. If we’re going to do this, we should do it right.The linoleum is a little cold, but warms up quickly. “Are you just going to stand there?”
“Shut up. I’m trying to decide what I want to do first.”
“I have a few suggestions.” Honestly, right now, I’d take anything.
“Yeah, you want to boss me around?”
“No, I just want you to do something.” Sitting here with my dick out waiting for him is killing me. I wrap my fist around my cock and give it a couple of strokes to help take the edge off.
“Hey, that’s mine.” Oliver knocks my arm away.
“Then you’d better hurry up.” Apparently, those are the magic words to get him moving. He leans in and pushes me back, giving him more room to work.
Slowly.
Oliver spends an ungodly amount of time tentatively licking little stripes all over my cock. It feels incredible, but it’s never enough. Each time my cock jumps, I anxiously wait for him to suck me in.
When he finally does, it’s such a shock that I nearly fall off the counter.
“Steady,” he says, pulling off. I swear, if he doesn’t go back to what he was doing, I’m going to explode. And not in a good way.
“Then suck my dick. Please.”
This time, he doesn’t test my patience. Instead, he goes right back to what he was doing, sucking me down his throat like I’m his favorite lollipop.
“Fuck, just like that.” I weave my fingers through his hair so I can guide his head. Even with me doing that, he still refuses to go at any pace but his own. It’s infuriating and a significant turn on. I love it when he takes charge in these situations. It makes it so I don’t have to think, just feel.
The way his tongue presses against the head of my cock. Or how his throat feels when he swallows around me, his muscles constricting.
Before long, I’m right on the edge. Oliver must sense the slight shift because he doubles his efforts. When his finger slides under my balls and presses against my hole, I’m done for. I erupt into his mouth, feeding him shot after shot of my cum.
He takes everything I give him, not letting a single drop escape. When I’m spent, he licks me clean until I become oversensitive and pull away.
“Fuck. Oliver.”
OLIVER
If someone had asked me earlier today, I would’ve told them that I didn’t stand a chance with Aaron. Afterall, the two of us had drifted into the friend space with ease. The fact that I couldn’t stop thinking about getting him back into bed was a minor inconvenience.
Now, he’s sprawled out on my kitchen counter, his softening cock hanging out. This is going to make things between us more complicated, but I don’t care. Complicated might as well be my middle name.
