Page 68 of For All It's Worth
“D’you think it’s because we were friends first?” I asked as I rubbed my hands up and down his back.
“Hmm, maybe,” he said as he rested his head against mine and I soaked up his nearness. I loved the feeling of him against me. I’d never get used to it or take it for granted.
With a final kiss, Charlie pulled away. “C’mon, it’s getting cold, let’s go back to my place.”
“And get cozy in bed?” I suggested.
“Sounds perfect.”
Henry was on the sectional watching some sort of sport on the T.V. when we got back to Charlie’s.
Not wanting to be rude, I sat near him and tried to make conversation with him. We had literally nothing in common apart from Charlie, but I needed to make an effort with the guy who could replace me as Charlie’s best friend now that I’d had the promotion to boyfriend.
It was like pulling teeth trying to get him to open up to me and Charlie saw my growing frustration. “C’mon, let’s go to bed. We have a lot planned for tomorrow.”
With that Henry showed some interest and asked, “What you got planned?”
“Max and I are having a date at the amusement park.”
“Sounds like a good time.”
Just in case Charlie asked Henry along, I yawned loudly and Charlie insisted that we get moving.
“Are you too tired for anything or should I clean up?” Charlie asked me quietly as we entered his bathroom to brush our teeth.
“Hmm,” I considered my options as I wound my arms around him and rested my head against his shoulder. “I didn’t get a chance to blow you yesterday. How about some lazy blow jobs and sleep?”
His head slumped and I worried that I’d disappointed him until he chuckled. “Thank goodness, because I’m too tired for much of anything else. Today was long.”
I squeezed him lightly, moved aside to brush my teeth, and headed into his room.
Charlie had made the space comfortable and cozy with a navy comforter over crisp pale blue sheets. The rug was set at what I assumed was his side of the bed since it was closest to the door. The brushed silver lamps I’d picked out looked great on each nightstand. There wasn’t a whole lot of personality in the room yet, but he was slowly making the space his own.
I circled the bed and flopped down with a sigh, the bed frame groaning ominously.
It gave another groan as Charlie joined me on the bed. We both turned to another series of noises and laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation.
“I’m going to have to fix that before you sleep over again,” Charlie said with a grin as if it was my weight that was causing it to make such a racket.
Moving closer so I could kiss him, I circled an arm around him. The feeling of his mouth against mine was intoxicating and we soon got lost in the kiss and wandering hands.
“We’ll have to be very careful,” I told him after I pulled away. Charlie’s lips were damp and there was a slight flush on his cheeks.
I slid down the bed slowly, kissing every inch of available skin, and let out a relieved breath when the thing didn’t collapse under me. Charlie moved to touch me, to try and reciprocate.
“No, hands-off,” I told him. “This is just for you, don’t worry about me.” I explored the tight muscles of his stomach and chest with sucks and nips, pressing kisses and running my fingertips over his smooth skin. He had a small smattering of dark chest hair that I couldn’t help but tug on, making him gasp and me grin. I never wanted this to stop but knew we needed to get some sleep. I loved having Charlie moaning underneath me. I reached the band of his deep red boxer briefs and stopped, causing Charlie to groan. “Condom?”
He reached up a hand to fumble in the nightstand and grabbed a box. Selecting one at random, he passed it to me.
After carefully removing his underwear, I gave him a firm stroke, pulling back his foreskin. Then opened the foil wrapper and rolled the latex over Charlie’s hard length
I wished that things were different, that I didn’t have so many hang-ups, because I wasn’t sure that I’d be able to do this even with the clear results Charlie was sure to get in the next couple of weeks. What would he think when I tell him that I just don’t like the taste of cum? That it was a real turn-off for me and I’d rather stick to condoms despite the faint taste of rubber?
Pushing those intrusive thoughts aside, I focused on my man stretched out and waiting, his focus entirely on me. My toes curled at the heat in his eyes and I vowed to make his wait worth the while.
Starting slowly, I licked from root to tip, circling the mushroom head, working the shaft up and down before moving back to the head. Charlie moved his hands to hold onto my head before second-guessing himself.
“You can touch me, just don’t hold me down, okay?”
