Page 46 of Asking For a Friend

“Come to bed, Hesketh. It’s been too long.” I hold out my hand, which is shaking. I’ve been calm since he kissed me, so why am I nervous?

“I’m nervous too, baby. This doesn’t seem real to me. Nobody has ever done anything so wonderful. It feels like a dream.”

He follows me up to my room. “Nice bed,” he whispers into my hair and wraps his arms around me. I lean into his solid body, the warmth of his skin radiating through his crisp white shirt.

I shiver when he slips his hands under my T-shirt and strokes over my back. “I can’t wait to be inside you, baby.”

“God, yes.” I spin around and make quick work of the buttons on the shirt. He’s already undone his bow tie. In our hurry to get home, he must have left his jacket at the club. I peel the expensive shirt from his shoulders, but the sleeves snatch around his wrists. “Sort your cufflinks. I’ll do your trousers.” I waggle my eyebrows. He laughs as he does as I asked.

I resist the strong urge to take his cock into my mouth. Instead, I press a kiss to the damp head, which twitches. Hesketh groans, flinging the shirt down. I don’t know if he’s ripped it off, nor do I care that the cufflinks clatter on the polished floor, probably never to be seen again.

He pushes his black dress trousers to the floor, unlaces his shoes, then kicks them and the clothes to the side. “Get naked, baby, right fucking now,” he growls. The low timbre goes straight to my dick, making it hard to concentrate and get out of my jeans and briefs. But minutes later, my jumble of clothes tangles with his, and our lips join. It’s a frenzied kiss, our tongues duelling for dominance as eagerly as our hands touch every part of each other.

“Bed.” I break away for some much-needed oxygen. We fall back onto my best investment yet. This bed can rival his for size and comfort and possibly come out on top.

As we hit the bed, red rose petals fly into the air. One of them lands in Hesketh’s hair, which has got longer since we were last together. I comb through the soft brown strands to capture the petal, then blow it away. “Make a wish,” I tell him.

“I don’t need to. I have everything here with you.” Hesketh’s smile is soft, his eyes gentle.

As he leans over to kiss me, I roll onto my back, taking him with me. I tangle my fingers in his hair, revelling in the weight of his body pressed heavily on mine. I’ve missed this, the feeling of completeness, of rightness. “I’ve missed you,” I whisper. His eyes flutter closed as pain etches his face. “Don’t, my love. Don’t do that. I want to look into your eyes, to read your thoughts, to be connected to you again.”

“I hate how much I hurt you, that you could think I would ever want anyone else. I hate that I shut you out.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore. We both did things we regret. We can dwell on them, or we can move on. I want the future now, with you. Only you.” I kiss him chastely. “Love me, Hesketh. I need you so much.”

Our erections have softened in the intense moment, but as Lando cants his hips into mine, my dick perks up again.

He parts his legs farther, allowing me to slot between them with our cocks aligned. Our mouths meet again, and we kiss gently, our lips moving softly, our tongues slowly stroking against each other. It’s unhurried, a reacquaintance. Until Lando tightens his fists in my hair and thrusts his hips up, rubbing our dicks together. The precum from my dick, and probably his, make the glide slicker, smoother. I clasp his arms and roll us over so he’s on top of me. I want to see him riding me, to watch as his body tightens and his head drops back. To take in his face as he cries as he comes hard, splattering my stomach, a moment that has always been my tipping point.

We break for a second, gasping in lungfuls of air. “God, I need to be inside you.” I moan against his lips.

Lando slowly blinks his heavy-lidded and sex-drugged eyes. He shifts, straddles my thighs, and leans over to the drawer. He takes out the bottle of lube and his phone. Before I can question him, he shows me the screen.

Does he mean what I think he means?

He’s smiling at me deviously and grinds down on me. “No condoms?”

“I, um, I have my latest results on my phone. I promise I’m clear. I’ve never gone without a condom.”

“Is that a yes?”

I nod. God, the thought of how he’ll feel without a barrier. “It’s a yes.”

“Good, so get stretching me. I can’t wait much longer.”

I laugh. How could I have forgotten how bossy he is when he bottoms? Sex with Lando has always been equal parts hot and fun. I’ve never laughed in bed as much as I did with him. “Yes, boss!”

All joking and messing around stops as the head of my cock breaches his hole and slips through the ring of muscle. “Fuuuuuuck!” I curse as the heat of his tight channel embraces me. “So good, baby. So damn good.” And it is. I never realised how much even the finest layer of latex could hide.

“Christ, you feel huge.” Lando pants as he takes the last of me inside him. “And so damn good.”

As I run my hands up and down his thighs, the thick hairs coarse under my palms, he rocks his hips slowly back and forth. “So good,” he whispers.

“So damn good.” I nudge his hips up and push deeper into him. I keep going down as he pumps down. We get a perfect rhythm, meeting each other thrust for thrust. It’s not enough. I want to pound inside him, to feel his slick walls contract around my length. I grab his hips and roll us over. He groans as my dick slips free, but I’m straight back inside him.

He’s watching me as I pull his legs apart. Holding his ankles, I plunge into him. The moment I graze his prostate, his dick lets loose a stream of precum. “Right there. Yes, do that again.”

I release his legs and flop over him, my forearms on either side of his head. As I hit his sweet spot over and over, my impending orgasm fizzes in the base of my spine. I won’t be able to hold it back. It’s been too long, and without a condom, it’s just too good. “Stroke yourself. I’m not going to last much longer.”

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