Page 38 of Besties
His lip curled up. “Why don’t you come over here and do it yourself?”
I got off the sofa bed and took the three steps that separated us. Reaching out, I touched his warm belt buckle. Pulling the leather taut, I unhooked it, giving me access to his pants. The thick ridge of his cock was obvious down the left side of his leg.
“How did I never know you were hung?” I asked, as I leaned in and kissed his chest.
“It was another thing to be embarrassed about. Fat boy with a big cock. Showers were a bitch.”
He sounded so sad, and I knew I had to get his mind back where I wanted it. I licked at his chest, swirling my tongue around the deep brown pebble there, delighting in the soft whimper he made.
“Don’t stop,” he groaned, cupping a hand behind my head and holding my face to his chest. I nibbled on the coppery nub, which had him arching his back and hissing.
“You like that?”
“Hell, yeah. No one ever wants to play with them.”
I bit down, gently taking it between my teeth and pulling. Richie whined and moaned my name. He clung to my head as we moved back toward the bed. Reaching up with my hand, I squeezed his other nipple, which dragged a deep moan from him. I loved that he had erogenous zones, and hoped I would be able to explore every one of them.
“Max….”
When I squeezed his nipple harder, he cried out, but I could tell it wasn’t in pain. He put his hands on my shoulders, then my head. It was like he didn’t know what to do with himself. When I pulled off, a low keen escaped him.
“Please….”
“Not stopping, I promise. I just wanna be sure you’re comfortable with this.”
He gave me an incredulous look. “All the sex I’ve ever had—and I admit, it’s not a lot—none of it made me feel better than I do right now.”
I tweaked his bud and he squeaked.
“You really like that, huh?”
He nodded. “I’ve asked girls to do it, but they told me they thought it was weird.”
“Not weird. Hotter than hell.”
Another sharp tug on the one nip, and then I took the other back into my mouth. He muttered some nonsense as he threaded his fingers in my hair. I slid my hand over his chest, over his stomach, until I got to where his cock was pushing at his pants. I cupped it, drawing panted breaths from Richie. After I dragged the zipper down, I undid the snap, opening them wide enough for me to slip my hand into his underwear. Holy hell, Richie was thick and hard, his shorts damp with precum.
“Let’s get comfortable,” I said, easing him back onto the bed, where I crawled between his legs. I drew his underwear down and his cock snapped up, standing tall and proud. It was amazing.
“Please.”
I lifted my head and peered into his eyes. “Please?”
“If you’re not going to keep me, you’ve got to stop. I don’t want this to be something for you to just get it out of your system.”
That stung, but how could I rebut it? I’d been a coward my whole life when it came to Richie. It didn’t matter that he’d been just as afraid as me. Growing up, I played sports. I had friends. Richie had mostly me, and I was selfish enough to want to keep it that way. For him to think that I would use him like that? No.
“Not going to keep you?” He wanted me to keep him! All right! But…. “If you think I’m letting you go, you’re nuts.” I reached down and cupped his balls. “And I don’t mean these. I want you now, just like I’ve always wanted you. And I swear to you, I’m going to want you for every day that comes.”
I flexed my fingers around his dick, and he sighed.
When we were growing up, I always thought Richie was the most together person I knew. Yeah, he was big, but he didn’t seem to be bothered when the guys in school mocked him for his lack of athletic prowess, or when they smacked his stomach and teased him about being fat. He stood there, smiled at them, and made some comment that had them storming off in a huff. I’d always thought he really didn’t care.
Fuck, I wish I had known how deeply he’d been hurt by those words. I wish I could have protected him like he’d done me. There was no way to take back those years, but if those words could break him, maybe there were other words that could stitch him back together.
“Because I love you.”
His head jerked off the pillow, and his gaze met mine. “You what?”
