Page 52 of A Totally Platonic Thing
And obeying me. Teasing me by doing what he was told.
My boxers couldn’t come off fast enough, and I shoved them down, stepping out of them as I went the last couple of feet back to my bed. Back to Chris, like iron filings chasing a magnet.
All the doubts I’d been struggling with put up a fight, doing their best to slow me down, but muted by my helpless, uncontrollable want.
You swore not to experiment with your best friend. This is going to ruin everything.
I prowled onto the bed, chest heaving, dropping the lube bottle on the mattress and lowering myself over him. I stared down at those slim, clever fingers playing with his pink nipples, pinching and twisting them. If I looked up, there was his gorgeous face with his plush lips and gleaming eyes.
Down, and I saw how hard he was for me, how much he wanted me. And below that, a tight, perfect hole begging for my cock.
You’ve never done this before. What if it’s not good enough for him?
I bent down and latched on to Chris’s long, pale throat, mouthing over his Adam’s apple and biting the side of it. His skin tasted so good, as good as his sweet ass had tasted, and I hadn’t expected to enjoy that beyond how much I knew it’d turn him on. But he’d been soft and perfect there, and he was faintly salty with sweat and warm here, and I wanted my mouth on him fuckingeverywhere. Especially when he arched up under me, twisting his neck to bare more of his throat to me, letting out soft little gasps that had me shaking with the need to draw out more of them.
I moved down, licking along his collarbone, feeling that pink flush hot under my tongue. As I shifted, my cock brushed Chris’s hip, the contact sending a shockwave through me, that simple touch enough to set my nerves on fire.
I moved down further, batting his hand out of the way and catching one hard nipple between my lips, the texture soft and taut and fucking amazing, opening my mouth to suck on more of him, to get a mouthful of his pec. It wasn’t a breast, like I was used to. But it felt just as satisfying, firmer but equally smooth and warm. I flicked my tongue over and over while Chris squirmed under me, his free arm wrapping around my back and pulling me down.
And I went more than willingly, laying myself out over him, meeting skin to skin from head to toe for the first time.
After that it became a blur of heat and desire: Chris’s hands on me, tugging and stroking, mine on Chris, squeezing and petting, feeling every bit of his smooth skin and his firm muscles and the jut of his hipbones. My mouth on his chest and his neck and his stomach, nuzzling his ribs, biting at his shoulder and making him let out a shaky huff of a laugh and a sharp moan of pleasure.
My cock pushed between his legs, seeking him out as if it knew what it wanted all on its own. When it nudged against his balls, the softness there made my eyes roll back in my head. Who would’ve known that my dick liked male genitalia as much as female, when it came down to getting rubbed against something?
Chris tipped his head and gazed up at me, green eyes huge and luminous, looking more than ever like he’d been illustrated by a Disney cartoonist who’d gone to the dark side and started drawing for dirty magazines. His lips were all dark-red and bitten and puffy and shiny.
“Oh God, Lucas,” he whispered.
You’ve never even kissed a guy. It’ll be different. You might not like it. What the fuck are you thinking, Lucas?
But that was my doubting mind’s last fucking gasp. Because I’d have been able to sprout wings and fly more easily than try to resist Chris’s mouth.
I dived down and attacked those lips, kissing him like I’d never kissed anyone before, I didn’t think. At least, no one had ever accused me of trying to eat her face, and it felt like that’s what I was doing to Chris: devouring him, trying to fucking consume him and make him mine, fucking his mouth with my tongue and biting and sucking on his plump lower lip until he moaned and dug his fingers into my back and thrust his cock up against my stomach.
“Lube, please, please now,” he panted into my ear, and I couldn’t agree more.
It wasn’t easy to pull away from his mouth long enough to find the bottle and fumble it open, but I did it at last. Why the fuck had I thought I might not want to kiss him? Or that it wouldn’t be as good as kissing a woman? It wasn’t even that different, except in a good way. Lips were lips. Chris might kiss a lot more aggressively than I’d been used to, but I fucking loved it. It meant I could be as aggressive as I wanted right back at him.
I got my fingers slicked up and reached down, lifting his balls out of the way and pressing in until I found my target.
Chris gasped and spread his legs wider, bracing his feet on the bed so he could cant his hips up. Those wide green eyes sucked me in. I couldn’t look away as I pushed two fingers inside him, too fast, and he was a little too tight to take it, but he bit his lip and took it anyway, reaching down to squeeze the base of his cock like he had to keep himself in check.
“Chris, Jesus, you feel so fucking good. How do you feel so good?”
“Tell me,” he said, his voice all hoarse and raw. “Tell me how I feel? I like it when—” His cheeks flushed so bright red they almost glowed, and he swallowed hard. “I like it when you talk to me,” he finished, looking away like he was embarrassed.
Well, fuck that. Chris should never be embarrassed about asking me for what he wanted. I shoved my fingers deeper, knowing what to do this time, curling them up to find his sweet spot.
“You feel too tight to take my cock,” I told him, sounding all kinds of desperate myself. “Like I’m going to need to force it in. Hold you down and spread you.”
Chris moaned, and cried, “Yes, please!” and started jacking himself fast and hard, the rosy cockhead appearing and disappearing from his fist. I kind of wanted to lick it, just to see what that would do to him, but not now, not yet, I couldn’t stop opening him up.
But I could stop him from getting off too fast. I grabbed his wrist in my other hand and pulled his arm away, ignoring his wail of protest. “No coming until I’m in you.”
“Then get in me already!”
I leaned down and gave him a quick, deep, filthy kiss, nipping his lower lip at the end. “Whatever you want,” I whispered against his mouth. That earned me another groan and buck of his hips.
