Way, way too fast, I felt my orgasm building, but I didn’t want this to end. I tried to stave it off by doing math problems, but even my fucking seventeens’ tables reminded me of Teagan and sex. He’d invaded every part of my brain… and I liked it.
“I’m close. I—Baby,please.”
He abandoned his own cock and dipped his hand between my legs, cupping my balls and rolling them gently. I widenedmy legs, silently begging him for more. He could do anything he wanted to me. My body was his.
He popped off and took a giant, trembling gulp of air.
“Come for me, John,” he whispered fiercely, his voice deeper than I’d ever heard it, positively wrecked from my cock. “Want to taste you.”
“Fuck yes.Fuck. Yes.” I pounded each syllable into the wall with my fist. I wanted that. I wanted to own that mouth. Ruin it for anyone but me?—
And holy shit, since when had my shy, nerdy self gone full-on Cro-Magnon chest-beater?
Oh, right. Since Teagan.
“I’m coming. Baby. I’m… Yeah,fuck, Teagan.” I held him in place by his hair as my hips stuttered once, twice, and then I came in wave after fucking wave, filling up that beautiful throat.
Teagan swallowed me down feverishly, greedily, like he didn’t want to miss a drop, and it was the single hottest thing I’d ever seen. Even hotter than all that had come before.
He slid off me finally with a low groan and gripped himself again while staring up at me.
“Oh, God, I love the way you watched me,” he moaned. “That was so sexy. I wanted to know what you were thinking. Next time…hnfhhh… next time you have to tell me every dirty thought, and?—”
“Get up here,” I growled, pulling him to his feet. I spun him around so his back was to the wall, and I thumbed that swollen bottom lip.“You wanna know what I was thinking, Teagan? I’ll tell you. I was thinking that I have watched this lip for three hundred fifty-five days. I have watched you bite it. I have watched you lick it. I have imagined what it would feel like under my tongue. Between myteeth. Wrapped around my dick. You said you could suck a man’s brain out through his dick in under twelve minutes,” I reminded him. “I had alotof fantasies about this lip.”
“Oh, fuck.” His headthunkedback against the wall, and his fever-bright eyes lost focus. “John.” His tongue darted out nervously to wet that lip and ended up licking my thumb, too, and my very, incredibly satisfied cock nevertheless perked up. “I’m a little bit out of practice.”
“It was so much better than I’d imagined,” I whispered.
I licked into his mouth, tasting myself there, and it was so good, soright, I didn’t know how I’d gone without this for as long as I had. It seemed impossible.
I thumbed his nipples as I kissed him, then made my way down his gorgeous body, paying attention to all the beautiful places I’d longed to touch. I ran my tongue down the tendon of his shoulder, sucked the salt from his nipple, and nuzzled my face into his armpit. Green grass and Teagan was my new forever-favorite scent.
His fingers tangled in my hair. “Fuck me, John. Do you… will you…?”
I pulled back. For all that Teagan and I knew about one another, I had no idea what he liked in bed—whether he liked to bottom, whether he liked anal at all. Looking back, maybe the fact that we’d shared so much but both of us had very carefully avoided talking aboutthiswas a giant red flag we’d both ignored.
“Hell yes. Anything you want, baby.” I ran a hand over the jut of his hip. “Your room or mine?”
He led me down the hall to his bedroom and frantically rummaged through his nightstand while I pressed ardent kisses to his neck and the tops of his shoulders, everywhere I could reach, distracting him and making the job take twice as long.
When he finally found what he needed, I laid him out on his cool sheets like a buffet all the things I loved best. I teased his hole with lube-slicked fingers, teasing him all the while by nipping and sucking and licking over every inch of his body. By the time I’d finished preparing him, his creamy skin wassweaty and flushed with arousal, and he babbled my name over and over incoherently.
“John.Fuck.This is torture! There are… there arestatutesabout this. There are…Oh my fuck… there areUN Resolutionsabout this. If you don’t get inside me right this second, I will… I will… I willprotest.” He writhed on the bed, his hair tangling as he shifted side to side. “There will be posters. There will be songs.” He broke off for a particularly loud groan as I sucked on his nipple. “I’ll begin a letter-writing campaign the likes of which you’veneverseen!”
Good God, I loved this man.
I grasped his leaking cock in my fist and tugged him, twisting my thumb over his crown. His eyes rolled back as he groaned. I was already rock hard again, myself, so I wasted no time putting on a condom and slicking myself up.
I climbed over him on my hands and knees and peered down at him. “Just so I understand… you’re going to start a letter-writing campaign?”
“What?” His eyes blinked blearily up at me.
“You’re threatening me with a letter-writing campaign if I don’t fuck you.”
“I… Yes.” He grabbed my ass, forcing our cocks into alignment. I pushed against him, and he whined. “And that’s only the beginning. There will be a bread strike, John.”
And that was how I came to be laughing as I pushed inside my best friend—the love of my life—for the first time. I figured, all things considered, that was pretty fucking fitting.
