My siblings would agree.
“Hey,” Aaron says as he sits up and pulls my hands in, kissing up my palm until he gets to thesixtattoo on my wrist. “You want to stay out here? Or we could move to the bedroom?”
“Here,” I say quickly. First, because I’m horny and don’t want to wait for us to get down the hall. Second, because my room looks like a hurricane went through it.
That’s not an exaggeration. It’s laundry week. Not day… week. I’m catching up on all the laundry I didn’t do earlier thismonth. What’s already done is piled on one side of my bed, waiting to be put away.
“Good, then I get to have you faster.”
“What are you—” I’m cut off when he hops down, pushing me back a little, then sinks to his knees. “Oh, fuck.”
Aaron pulls down my pants and gets my cock out without any delay, sparing me the frustration I put him through. I’m sure I’ll pay for it at some point, but I’m grateful not to do that right now. He tries to take me in quickly, gagging and pulling back. “Hey, go slow.” I stroke his cheek. “It feels amazing if you focus on the head.” This isn’t the easiest angle to work with, either.
He backs off a bit, using his tongue to give my cock the attention it needs. I tilt my head back, getting lost in the sensation. This is so much better than any of the fantasies that have been going through my head. I try to memorize the way his lips feel as they wrap around my shaft, how he sounds as he sucks and licks every inch of me.
“You can—oh fuck—play with my hole. If you want. You don’t have to. Ugh.”
Apparently, Aaron had been waiting for permission. A few seconds later, a spit-slicked finger presses against my entrance. “Shit. Yes.”
He slides his finger in, and I nearly lose it. We should be in a bed doing this, in a position where we’re both more comfortable, where he can really get to me. Even like this, with his finger barely inside me, he has me lit up like a Christmas tree.
“I’m close,” I tell him, tapping him on the head in case he didn’t hear me. Aaron makes no effort to pull off, instead keeping up his steady rhythm. “Gonna.” The force of my orgasm cuts me off. My knees give out, and I have to grab the refrigerator handle to keep from toppling. For his part, Aaron does a spectacular job of swallowing my cum, even when I nearly collapse on top of him.
In the post-orgasm clarity, questions start to circle my mind. What exactly does this mean? Are we doing it again, or was it just another one-time thing?
“Hey,” Aaron says, breaking the swirling thoughts in my brain. “Was that okay?”
“Okay?”
“Yeah, like… okay?”
“If you’re asking for a review, I’d say it was spectacular. Twelve out of ten.” He laughs a little as he pulls his pants up.
“That’s good to know. I meant it more as a question of whether you wanted it.”
“Aaron.” I stop my search for the disinfecting wipes for the counter. “You know I did. I told you, I’ve been thinking about you.”
“That’s not the same.” He shakes his head and grabs my hand. So much for clean up. “Thinking about something and doing it are different.”
“Okay, then I greatly enjoy both of those. With you. Or about you.” Fuck, words are hard.
“Would you maybe want to do it again?”
“Now?” My recovery time is pretty good, but I’ve had a few drinks tonight. I could probably make it work, though. My cock gives a half-hearted twitch.
“I’m not sure I have that kind of stamina. I was thinking more about adjusting our friend arrangement a bit. Turn it into friends-with-benefits.”
“Right.” Admittedly, I’ve never had that kind of friend before. Not really. There were a couple of guys I was friends with, and then we tried dating, but it never really took. No chemistry.
In this case, Aaron and I have enough chemistry to open our own lab supply company. But we’d still be friends. Not dating. Not boyfriends.Friends.
That familiar tightness in my chest slowly returns. I remind myself that having any part of Aaron is better than having none of him. Even if all we do is blow off a little steam together, it’ll be fun. Maybe we’ll manage to fuck it out of our systems. That’s a thing, right?
“Yeah, okay. So, we do all the things we did before, but we can just have sex after? Or before.” I’m tired after running. It’s not my dream come true, but it’s a little bit closer.
“Exactly. We can run, crochet, and do that.” He looks toward the still dirty counter. “Maybe in a bed.”
“Perfect.” That means I’ll need to work on the whole laundry and cleaning thing, but it’s worth it if I get to keep sucking Aaron’s perfect cock.
