Page 47 of Asking For a Friend

“Oh, thank god. I thought you were going to make me wait.” He shuttles his hand up and down his length. “So close, so close.”

Lando clamps down on my dick, strangling it in the most divine grip. Thick ropes of cum shoot out over his stomach and chest. My balls tighten, my back stiffens, and I fire inside him, flooding his channel in a never-ending stream. I lean down to kiss him, licking into his mouth as the final shockwaves shudder through my body. Lando wraps his arms and legs around my torso and pulls me down on top of him, keeping me locked inside him.

“I love you.” I pull back and nuzzle his nose. Tears glitter in his eyes, but he blinks rapidly as if he’s trying to stop them from spilling. One breaks free, though. I kiss it away. “No tears, not anymore.”

He shakes his head and tries to laugh, but it gets stuck in his throat. “I’m sorry. I can’t help it. Having you back here feels surreal. I had no idea if tonight would work. Ellis was sure it would, but I didn’t know what to believe. After the way I treated you, I wouldn’t have blamed you if you wanted nothing to do with me.”

“Lando, baby, we both made mistakes, and I promise to explain what you saw. We’re both stubborn, but you’ve forgiven me, so please believe me when I say you did nothing wrong, and I’m so happy you were so brave. I wish I could do something just as amazing to prove how much I love you.” I peck his lips again, then peel myself from the sticky mess between us. When my dick slides from his arse, a stream of cum follows, and damn if that isn’t hot as fuck.

Lando grimaces and puts his hand between his legs. “Here, let me.” I push his legs up. “Grab your legs.”

“Shit, Hesketh, stop. This is too embarrassing.” He turns beetroot red.

“No way. This is hot as fuck.” I scoop up some of the warm spunk and push it back inside his hole. My mouth waters at the sight of my fingers in his soaked channel. Before Lando can stop me, I lick over his hole. His shriek only makes me chuckle and want to do more.

“Stop it. You can’t do that!” Lando tries to lower his legs until I stare at him through his legs. “Jesus, Hesketh.”

“Just enjoy it.” I get back to loving on his hole, spreading his cheeks wide. “Push back. I want more. I’m going to feed it to you.”

“I never knew you were such a pervert.” He groans but does as I ask. I know he’s loving this as much as me.

“Mmm.” More of my load oozes out. I lap at it. As I taste myself, my dick gets impossibly hard again. I have to be back inside him. I kneel up, push my dick back at his loose entrance, and sink back in.

God, he feels just as good the second time. I press my lips to his, and he parts them, allowing me to dribble my cum into his mouth. When he sucks on my tongue, I nearly lose it. As we share the cum back and forth, Lando’s dick stiffens between us.

He pulls back. “I want to do that to you.” His eyes are so dark, lust-drunk, and horny that I thrust a couple more times and come again. “Get on your knees.”

I shift into position while he grabs the lube. I’m so turned on I don’t care about being fully stretched. All I care about is having his cum inside me. “Just do it, Lando. Fuck me hard.”

We finally get out of the shower, and shyness rolls over me.

“I can’t believe what we just did. I’m no prude, but that was porn film sex, hot as fuck, but I never expected it or thought I’d love it so much.”

“Hey, there’s no right or wrong with sex. We both enjoyed it.” Hesketh rubs his hair with his towel. “I hope it’s something we do again.”

“I know, but fuck, I never knew it would feel that good. And it’s seriously kinky. It makes me wonder what other tricks you have.” I give him a wink.

“We can work through a few fantasies.” He lets out a huge yawn. “Maybe in the morning, though.”

We go back into the bedroom and clamber into bed. I cuddle close to him, my head on his chest and our legs entwined. “Night, love,” I mumble, and I’m asleep before I hear his reply.

The tug of my muscles in my bum as I stretch brings back last night. And Hesketh. He holds me tight. The hairs on his chest tickle my back, and his soft, slow breathing puffs on my neck as he continues to sleep. A sense of peace, a calmness that has been missing since we broke up, runs through me. I close my eyes and let sleep take me again.

The next time I wake up, it’s because the warmth against my back disappears and the mattress shifts. “Hesketh?”

“S’okay. I need to pee.” He leans over and drops a kiss on my forehead, then pads naked across the floor, giving me a perfect view of his broad back and tight arse. “Stop staring at my bum,” he says with a smile in his voice.

“Nope, I like it, and it’s mine.” I’m feeling more rested and awake. Now I want some tea. “Do you want coffee?” I call out as I pull a pair of gym shorts up my legs.

“Do I get to drink it in bed?” he asks. The toilet flushes, and the tap turns on.

“Absolutely. In fact, we can stay in bed all day if you want.” The idea of a lazy, do-nothing day sounds perfect. I can’t remember the last time I took an entire day off from writing.

“Sounds like a plan.” Hesketh comes out of the bathroom and walks past me back to bed. Again, I watch his arse. “Stop gawping and get the coffee.” He winks over his shoulder at me. Cheeky git!

As the kettle boils, I grab my French press. If he’s having coffee in bed, then I may as well make him a decent one. I make my tea in the pot he bought me. I chuckle. This is a scene right out of one of my novels, but what’s wrong with that? It’s romance, and I love the man upstairs, so I want to be romantic. What else would my character do? Food, but what can we have that doesn’t fill the bed with crumbs? On the other hand, does it matter if it does? Fuck it. I pull out some croissants and put them in my air fryer to warm up.

“What’s taking you so long, baby?” Hesketh hollers. I roll my eyes and ignore him, continuing to get everything we need. Maybe romance will be lost on him.

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