Page 24 of A Match Made In Evan
I’m surprised my heart has enough blood to race as fast as it is, considering how painfully hard I am right now. “Ev…” I clutch at his arse, shamelessly rutting against him, wanting to beg but for what, I’m not sure.
“I don’t think we’ll even make it to your bed at this point,” he continues in that far-too-seductive voice, moving his kisses along from the shell of my ear to my neck. He sucks lightly on my Adam’s apple and —Christ— when did I throw my head back to give him the access? “I’m gonna jizz in my pants like we’re fourteen again.”
“Ev, I—” I start, then come to my senses, halting the confession that almost bubbled out of me in the heat of the moment.
Thankfully, the words that escaped me are innocuous enough that he just assumes I’m agreeing with him. Or on the cusp of pleading again. Or something.
The hand which was at my hip slides around and to the button of my jeans. “Can I—?” he asks.
I nod quickly. “Yes.”
Whatever disappointment I feel from the loss of his body against mine is replaced by nervous anticipation as he pops my button and unzips my fly. My cock takes full advantage of the movement, pushing out into the newly opened space, forcing the precum-dampened front of my boxer briefs to bulge obscenely out of my pants.
Then my heart skips at least three beats as Evan sinks to his knees on the carpet in front of me, tugging my jeans and underwear down to my thighs.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe, looking down at him and the tableau he presents. My hand trembles as I reach for him, smoothing my palm over his hairless head. “Ev…” my voice comes out strangled and tight. I clear my throat. It doesn’t help. “Y-you don’t have to—”
“I want to,” he’s quick to cut me off, gazing up at me with a hunger that quite literally takes my breath away. “Let me, baby. Please?”
Baby.
I’ve never really been one for pet names. I rarely use them, and nobody has ever called me anything but my name.
Except for Ev.
And when he calls me baby, I can’t quite describe the reaction it sets off inside me. It’s like fireworks and butterflies all at once. It makes my heart squeeze and race at the same time. It makes my palms sweat and my cock twitch and dribble.
He’sveryaware of the latter. The dark pools of his irises shift from my face to my cock, and my skin burns from the intensity of his stare. When he looks back up at me again, repeating “Please?”, I manage a tiny nod.
I watch with rapt attention as he slides his hands up my fuzzy thighs, bracing himself with one while taking the other to my throbbing erection. He wastes no time from there, grasping me with confidence and thumbing the sticky, weeping tip, gatheringup a smear of precum before sliding his thumb between his pink, kiss-swollen lips.
When he hums, as thoughpleasedby the taste, my brain short-circuits.
“Fuck,” I whimper, my balls drawing up tight when he smirks up at me, looking very smug and very satisfied.
“Soon,” he winks. Then, before my brain can properly process whatthatmeans, his mouth closes around my weeping head and I moan loudly, the sound echoing through the stillness in my bedroom.
It’s been an embarrassingly long time since I last received a blow job. Ev obviously isn’t experienced in giving them, but the warm, wet suction and the twisting of his tongue feels so fucking good. Then there’s the fact that it’sEvansucking me off, someone I love(as a best friend, but still)and that adds a whole new dimension which I’ve never really known before.
He grips the base of my cock and, using his spit for lube, squeezes and strokes what he can’t take inside his mouth. The sounds he’s making are like something out of a porno, all slurpy and messy and with the occasional gagging noise as he tries to take me further down his throat. In amongst all that, he’s moaning and there’s a distinctivefap-fap-fapsound underneath it all which, I realise, is him jerking himself off as he sucks me.
I don’t know when he let go of my thigh, or when he unzipped his own jeans, and I don’t care.
“Oh my God,” I moan and force my eyes open, also not quite sure as to when I shut them, and look down, trying to seeeverything.“E-Ev. Fuck. Ev. I don’t…I’m close. But I don’t…I don’t want…” He opens his own eyes and stares up at me, my cock still moving in and out of those plump, wet lips. There’s a sheen of moisture in his eyes, probably from all that gagging, and a delicious pink flush to his golden-coloured skin.
He’s fucking gorgeous, I think, not stopping to consider just how verynot‘friends with benefits’-like the thought is.
“Ev,” I plead urgently, “I don’t want to come yet. I don’t—” The arsehole that he is, he hollows his cheeks and sucks harder, thenmoans. “Nnngh.”
I grit my teeth and try to stave off the inevitable. When he lets go of my shaft and fondles my balls, it’s all over. What little control I had evaporates and my orgasm thunders through me, forcing an incomprehensible shout from my lips as I erupt into his mouth.
I’m dimly aware of himswallowing.
“Jesus fuck,” I mutter, slumping against the wall, my legs feeling like jelly while my heart practically bounces around my chest cavity like it’s a ball in a pinball machine. I open bleary eyes to watch Ev lean back, still kneeling at my feet, jerking his cock in earnest.
That night at the camp, I didn’t dare chance a look down at him, but now I take my fill. He’s had my cock in his mouth, for fuck’s sake, so it should be okay for me to look at his, right?
He’s so hot, I think as I watch his hand shuttle up and down his length. His dick is what’s probably considered an average size, but I’ve only got my own and porn to compare it to. Not that I care about his size. I’ve held it in my hand and jerked it to orgasm, and it felt absolutely perfect then, just like it felt perfect rubbing against mine through layers of cotton and denim.
