Page 21 of Asking For a Friend

It takes me a few deep breaths before I can move off Hesketh’s lap and stand. I grab my keys from my jacket pocket and open the front door. My ancient original Mini is so small it fits on the drive behind Hesketh’s sleek BMW.

“Nice car,” Hesketh says as I open the door and lean in to pull the bag from the passenger seat.

It is a nice car. It’s been rebuilt to its former glory, as original as possible. Red with white stripes over the bonnet and the roof. It’s my baby. “Thank you.” I lock the door again, old-school-style with a key in the door. No electronics in this car.

Hesketh is leaning in the doorway in the exact position he was last week when I left: his shoulder against the frame, arms crossed over his chest, and one ankle crossed over the other. The only difference is that this time a sexy half smile plays on his lips, and his gaze is full of heat and promise. God, I want him.

He locks the door behind me, takes my free hand, and leads me up the stairs and into his room. I’ve seen pictures of him in his bed, but not his room, and it’s very him. The sleek black furniture contrasts beautifully with the pale grey walls. His bed looks bigger than a king, but I’m not going to complain about that. The only pop of colour in the otherwise monochrome room comes from the dark red velvet chair in the corner.

As I look around, he’s watching me, his fingers twitching the way they do when he wants to hold my hand, or maybe it’s just because he wants to touch me any way he can.

“Take me to bed, Hesketh.” I step up to him and press my body to his.

I kiss him, long and hard, and nip at his lips, and he gives back with equal fervour. He really does want it. I now know he was right to wait, but there has been a change in him. He’s on the same page as me now. He’s as eager as I am.

He undoes the buttons on my shirt. “Get naked, Hesketh.”

I take a step back, and we both strip off our own clothing. Lando shimmies out of his jeans, giving me the first view of the underwear I felt. The jock is electric blue and the total opposite of what I imagined him wearing. His dick is hard, pressing into the waistband, and as keen to be touched as my own.

What am I going to do to him? I want to bury my dick deep inside him. Blow him, eat that delectable arse, frottage? All of them. By the way Lando is gazing at me, his lips swollen, his pupils blown, he’s up for all that. “Get on the bed.”

When he’s lying down, he’s smirking. No wonder. I’m almost drooling at the sight of him spread out on my bed. He looks even better there than my imagination. “You look good.” I clamber up and lie next to him.

“Hesketh.” My name echoes in the silent room. “Touch me.” It’s a command, not a request.

I stroke down his ribcage to his waist, then farther to the elastic of his barely there underwear. I look up, silently asking for permission. He nods. As I hook my thumbs in the waistband, Lando lifts his hips so I can pull them down.

His cock, free from its confines, bounces onto his stomach. It’s long, heavy, and, to my surprise, circumcised. I wipe the drop of precum from the tip with my thumb and lick it. Lando bites his bottom lip and widens his eyes. In surprise or arousal?

When another bead of the clear liquid appears, I take it as arousal. I shift so I can spread his legs to fit between them. Once in position, I lick from base to tip, watching him, and slide my tongue over the slit, capturing more precum. Lando’s eyes flutter closed as he lets out a low whimper. I’m going to blow his mind as well as his dick. I close my mouth over the head and take him all the way to the back of my throat. My party trick at school and later at college was being able to swallow a banana. A skill I knew I’d need once I started to mess around with boys.

“Fuck.” Lando is propped up on his elbows, his gaze fixed on my mouth. “Swallow. I want to feel your throat squeeze my dick.”

God, he’s bossy, and I like it. Who’d have thought? Although I’m a switch, I prefer to top. But then, I’ve never had a bossy bottom. I groan. Lando’s knob pulses, leaking more precum onto my tongue. I pop off his dick and lick my lips. “I love how bossy you are. You surprise me.”

He raises his eyebrow. “Yeah? Good to know. Now get back to sucking me.”

I do just that, and soon Lando is panting as I hold his hips firmly to the bed to stop him from pounding my throat. “Fuckfuckfuck! I’m gonna blow,” Lando cries out as his dick jumps in my mouth. But I’m not ready to end this yet. His dick is too damn perfect.

“Nope, not yet, bossyboots.” I chuckle and tighten my grip around his balls.

“Christ, you’re evil,” he grunts. His thrusts and jolts subside, but his grin is one of pleasure.

“You really want this to be over? I haven’t even got my underwear off.” I let go of his balls, kneel up, and pull my briefs down.

A dirty smirk spreads over his face. “Spin around. I want to suck you too.”

Never one to turn down a sixty-nine, I do as he asks and shift to straddle his head. I look down between our bodies as he swirls his tongue around the head, then lies back and lets me feed it to him.

God, his mouth is like a Dyson. I won’t last long if he keeps this up. With his hands on my arse, he’s controlling the depth and speed with which I fuck his mouth. I get back to work, and as soon as he’s back in my throat, he flexes his hips up.

Lando is in total control of both of us. But I can’t have him hold all the reins. I gather some of the saliva I’ve drooled down his length and over his balls and soak my finger. After a few taps on his hole, he relaxes, and I push a little and slide my finger into his entrance.

I target his prostate and stroke the spongy gland. He chokes on my dick, then copies me and slips his long, slim finger inside me. As we pump inside each other’s holes, my orgasm builds. Lando isn’t far away either. His thighs have gone rigid, and his toes curl.

“I want your load,” he pants, then sucks me again.

I’m not going to turn that offer down, especially as I want to swallow his cum as well.

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