Page 69 of Accidentally Falling For My Best Friend
“Well, it can mean a lot of different things for different people, but for me, I think I need to already have a very deep emotional connection with someone before I can be physically attracted to them. When we kissed that first time, it was like it woke up something inside of me that I’d never experienced before. That was the first time I was ever truly aware of being physically attracted to someone in my life.”
Fuck, ever?I’ve heard the terms he’s using before, but I’ve never given them too much thought. “But you weren’t a virgin. You weren’t attracted to any of the women you’ve hooked up with before? Or any other guys?”
“Not like this. It was never like it’s been with you.” He’s still running his hands all over me, tracing the muscles of my arms, up my neck, into my hair, as he continues talking, a determined expression on his face. “I’d had sex before because the physical stimulation still felt good, and mostly because I felt pressured to fit in, not by you specifically,” he quickly adds before I can panic that I’d failed him somehow without realizing it. "But just by our society in general, so I went along with it. I really had no idea that it could even be like this until after we’d kissed.”
I can’t help the growing smile on my face as he explains. “So, I’m the only person? Ever? I must be really fucking awesome.”
“Without a doubt,” he agrees smoothly.
“For what it's worth, you’re special to me, too. I’ve always been drawn to you, wanted to spend all of my time with you. I’ve been wondering lately how much of that was just usbeing such great friends, or if a part of me has always wanted to have more with you.”
He leans in to claim my mouth with his, and I can’t help but groan at how amazing it feels to be able to let go and be with him without worrying about giving away how much I care for him. His lips are soft, dragging against my own in the most teasing way, and I lean back against the mirror so I can give myself completely over to the kiss.
His hands move to my abs, pushing my shirt up, and I hate having to break our connection even for a moment to push it over my head. I help him out of his clothes until we’re both naked. He removes his insulin pump, pausing to take a moment to appreciate my body. At least, based on the hungry look he’s giving me, that’s what I’m assuming he’s doing, because I can’t take my eyes off of him either.
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PARKER
December
Iwant to do this right.
I want Oakley’s first time bottoming to be perfect, for him to enjoy having me fuck him as much as I’ve loved when he tops me. But I am also struggling to remind myself of that when he looks so fucking sexy, draped across the counter, all of his clothes gone, looking so eager for me as his eyes roam my naked form.
Shower first, then sex.
I quickly scoop him up again, worried that if I allow myself any time to think that I’ll change course and take him straight to my bed. But we were just on a plane for a few hours and traveling is dirty, so I need tofocus.
I check the temperature of the water, making sure it isn’t too hot, before putting Oakley down under the warm spray. His body visibly relaxes, and I try not to get too distracted by his hard cock as I grab the body wash. I take my time washing him, rubbing into his muscles, tracing every inch of his body with my fingertips, appreciating as much of him as I can with my touch.
“I could wash myself, ya know,” he points out, but his eyes are closed and his neck is rolled to the side. He’s completely relaxed, and I love being the one who makes him look so happy.
When he’s been thoroughly cleaned and massaged, I quickly wash his hair and my own. He tries to help me with my soap, but I playfully swat his hand away. “Don’t be a brat, you promised me your ass and now you’re making me wait,” I say firmly, raising a brow at his smirk. I help him get a towel, and once we’re both dried, I bend down to pick him up and carry him right to my bed, laying him down gently with his head on a pillow while he sports a very smug grin.
“I want to taste you,” I say as I move down his body on the bed. “To use my mouth to relax your unused hole before it’s finally time to stretch you wide open with my dick.”
“Please do,” he agrees eagerly, rolling over and presenting his ass to me.
I take a moment to massage his firm cheeks, running my hands over the tempting curves before spreading them and leaning in to lick his hole. He moans at the touch and I don’t let up, holding him in place as I eat him out like I’m a starving man and his ass is the first sign of food I’ve seen in days.
His hips shift, squirming, like he can’t help but push back into me, demanding more. I feel high off the fact that my tongue alone is enough to make him so desperate. I pull back slightly, massaging his rim with my finger as I speak. “Stay still, my love. I want to take my time, to enjoy this for everything it is before I add any fingers.”
He moans again at the mention of more, and I chuckle as I resume my feasting. Eventually, I ease the first wet finger in, savoring each and every one of the beautiful moans he’s making just for me. I’m able to add two as he relaxes. He’s shown me which plugs he’s been using, and they’re much larger than the one he used on me. I know he enjoys the sensation of being filled, andI’m slightly less concerned over the possibility of hurting him if I rush things than I would be if he’d never used the toys, but I remind myself that I still need to be careful.
“Where’re your plugs?” I ask, my voice sounding deep and gravely in a way that even I don’t recognize.
“I should still have one in your nightstand.”
I scramble to the nightstand and remove one of his largest toys, along with lube, and get it slicked up. To be sure he’s nice and relaxed, I start once again with my fingers, making sure his hole is properly lubricated, exploring and stretching him until I have three fingers inside of him.
I’ve only been teasing his prostate, wanting to really draw this out. I want him ready, needy, and desperate for my cock to fill him, but I also don’t want to make him so eager that he rushes things and ends up hurt.
He’s squirming now, shifting his hips back, trying to take me deeper.
When I remove my hand, he lets out a desperate moan. “Don’t stop,” he pleads. He’s practically whining now, and I fucking love it. He’s looking over his shoulder at me with an arched brow, probably wondering what I have planned next, and as much as I would love to replace my fingers with my aching cock, I force myself to pick up the plug instead. “Sure you don’t want to skip the toys and give me your dick already?” he taunts, but there’s a bit of an edge to it, like he’s trying to convince me to do just that.
I slap his ass, and although I’m sure it wasn’t hard enough to feel like more than a light sting, the sound of the smack and the resulting jiggle of his butt from the motion areverysatisfying. “I’m trying to do this the right way, you brat. Shut up and let me stretch you out properly.”
