Page 49 of A Totally Platonic Thing
By now I’d gotten completely hard, my cock straining against the front of my boxer-briefs. Lucas would absolutely be able to see it if he looked down.
I glanced to the side. He kept his eyes fixed on the screen. And in his own lap…my heart skipped a beat and settled down into a fast rhythm that had me breathless. His erection had tented his boxers so much it was about to pop out through the slit in the front.
Oh, God. I tore my eyes away from that mouthwatering cock just in time to see the other guy come into view.
Tall, broad-shouldered, lean, and with messy blond hair…and glasses.
Lucas sucked in an audible breath. I could feel him tense up against my side, his thigh muscles going rigid.
The blond crawled onto the bed and stretched out on top of his partner, pulling the brunet’s hands up and pinning them on either side of his head. He bent down and kissed him, deep and filthy, nudging his cock between the brunet’s legs and then rubbing their erections together. As the other guy writhed under him, he moved up, straddling his chest, and thrust his cock into the brunet’s waiting mouth, fucking down into him, still pinning his hands, harder and harder…
Lucas moaned, a quick, low, bitten-off sound.
My cock twitched, and I choked back a whimper of my own.
On screen, he pulled out after fucking his face for a minute and let go of the other guy’s hands, slid down his body again, and grabbed him by the hips and flipped him like a pancake. The blond shoved his legs apart and bent down, pushing his face between the brunet’s spread cheeks.
I glanced over at Lucas. And our gazes caught and held, because he wasn’t looking at the screen—he was looking at me.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I shoved the laptop off of him onto the bed on the other side, bent down, and pressed my lips to the head of his cock through the thin cotton covering it.
The taste of him didn’t come through the cotton, but the feeling of his cockhead against my mouth made me moan against him, my stomach clenching with helpless, overwhelming arousal.
Lucas froze.
“Fuck, Chris,” he gasped, and buried a hand in my hair, tugging me up.
I went reluctantly, gazing up at him, his fingers clenched so tightly it almost hurt.
Lucas’s face had gone red, his eyes glittering. “What the fuck, Chris? What are you…”
“Please let me,” I whispered, licking my lips. “Please?”
His eyes went even wider. “Jesus Christ, Chris,” he muttered. “Fuck. You want to?”
I nodded as much as I could with the grip he had on my hair. It felt so good. I wished he’d pull it a little, and then shove my head down.
“Do it, then,” he gritted out.
And he shoved my head down. Not hard, but firmly enough to make me moan and squirm against the bed trying to rub my cock on it, on anything at all. God, I had his permission, he wanted me to, and I couldn’t scrabble to pull open the front slit of his boxers fast enough, getting in my own way by licking at his cock through the fabric.
But I wanted him in my mouth so badly. I hadn’t even touched his cock yet, and my hand shook as I pulled it out. I groaned as I got my fingers wrapped around it for the first time and felt the silky, hot flesh, thick and hard. I flicked out my tongue and swiped it over his cockhead, all fat and red and a little slick at the tip, and Lucas groaned too, bucking up against my mouth, his hand still clutching my hair.
He tasted so perfect, salty and sweet, just like I’d known he would. I could’ve licked him like a lollipop all night.
But I needed him in my throat like I needed air. Or, like, the opposite of how I needed air, since I wouldn’t be getting any and I couldn’t wait.
I opened my mouth and adjusted my angle and slid down onto that huge dick of his, letting the head push all the way into the back of my throat. I couldn’t take all of it. Not even close. But I swallowed as many inches as I could, the thickness of him rubbing against the top of my mouth and prodding the tender flesh of my throat, moaning around how incredible he felt and tasted.
When I wrapped my hand more firmly around the base of his cock and massaged in time with the motion of my lips and tongue and the bobbing of my head, he grunted and thrust up, almost choking me. And almost making me come.
My helpless, muffled moan drew out another sound from him, a low, guttural cry.
He yanked my head off of his cock, stinging my scalp. His cockhead popped off my lower lip, wet and flushed and thick.
“Was that video a hint, Chris?” he demanded. His blown pupils made his eyes gleam black behind his crooked glasses. He stared down at my mouth. And then he set his other hand on my jaw, rubbing my swollen lips with his thumb. “Fuck. Did you want me to hold you down and fuck your throat? Or something else?”
Something else? They’d only done one other thing in that video before we stopped it…my stomach clenched. I whimpered and licked his thumb, since any words I could’ve made had fled my mind.
