Page 37 of Best Friends, Tennessee

“Ori,” I said, my breath hitching as I pumped along the ridge of my cockhead.

“What?” he said back, his voice just as strained as mine was.

“I’m glad you’re back,” I admitted.

I’d been afraid to say it, knowing that the feeling probably wasn’t going to go both ways.

“I’m right here, Finn,” he told me, and I felt the press of the side of his body move just a little closer against me.

His skin felt hot on mine.

Oh, God.

His voice.

And when helookedat me like that—

It was going to happen. Way faster than it should.

I glanced over at him and then lost control. I stroked myself hard as I came, quicker than I thought, shooting up onto the blanket and up to my chest. I looked over and saw that I’d shot a streak onto Ori’s forearm, and instantly I felt my cheeks flush hot.

I fucking came all over him.

“Jesus,” I muttered. “Sorry—fuck—”

Ori glanced down and saw the streak of white on his arm, his eyes widening. He hummed, giving me another quick look. “Going to come, Finn,” he said in a low whisper.

I nodded, trying to… what? Encourage him? Spur him on?

I acted on instinct. I moved one hand up to his arm, swiping my thumb through the streak I’d left there.

And then I brought it up to his mouth.

I pressed my thumb against his lips like I was in a trance. Ori groaned softly, watching me with a burning gaze.

Take it, I thought.

It was like he could read my mind.

I watched as he opened his mouth to me. I pushed my thumb past his lips and against the pad of his tongue, hot and slick and waiting for me.

He sucked my finger clean. I heard him moan as his lips tightened around me, and his whole body tensed up.

Holy fucking fuck.

Ori was going to come, too. I kept my thumb firmly in his mouth as he breathed heavy, his eyes fluttering shut as his head leaned back onto the blanket. His neck arched, and I couldn’t help but watch it, willing myselfnotto look down at him stroking his cock even though my curiosity was burning hotter than ever.

My heart was pounding. I watched the muscles of his neck relax. His mouth loosened around my thumb and I pulled it out, gently brushing my fingertip against his slick lower lip.

So hot.

So fucking hot it was kind of shattering my brain, right now.

The night air was chilly on the wet skin. My heart was still beating so hard I swore he might be able to hear it. He kept breathing deeply next to me, both of us hanging in the moment.

He looked up at me, seemingly just as half-lidded and delirious as I was.

I kept searching his face for a sign.

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