Page 39 of Besties
“I love you. I have for most of my life. No one I ever met could ever compare to you. Your kindness, your passion, your drive. All of those things made me fall in love with you. I’ve held those words in my heart since we were kids, and in that time, they grew, sending bits of you circulating through my body and taking root. They drove me during my darkest times, because I would have done anything—anything—to make you proud of me.”
“Max.” My name on his lips sounded like a prayer. “I’ve always been proud of you.” He stroked my hair as he grinned. “I’ll be even more proud after you suck me.”
A laugh bubbled out of me, but then he tightened his grip on my hair and gave a light tug, dragging me toward his straining dick.
“I get theoh, so subtlehint.”
He allowed his head to fall back, and I seized the opportunity to have my first taste of him. I let my tongue slide over the mushroom cap, delighting in the sweetness that had pearled at the tip. No man had ever tasted so good to me. Of course, no man had ever been Richie before.
I licked a strip up his shaft, which had him lifting his ass up off the bed. God, the men I’d slept with had never been so responsive. I hefted his balls in my hand, fondling them gently. They were heavy, not too hairy, and the musky scent drove me crazy.
Nudging his legs apart, I buried my face between them, inhaling deeply. I don’t care what Richie thought, he was nothing but pure man. Anyone who couldn’t see it ought to be ashamed.
“Are you… sniffing my balls?”
“Mhmm.”
“Why?”
“Because you smell awesome.”
His chin dropped to his chest. “One woman told me I smelled funky.”
“Fuck her.” I wanted to wrap him in my arms and never let him go. If I had my way, no one would ever hurt him again.
“What did you do?”
“I put her out.”
Good. She didn’t deserve Richie.
“You know, if you can talk while I’m doing this, I must not have the skills I thought. Maybe I need to step up my game some.”
Rising up, I held his cock in my hand, then dropped my mouth over it, sucking hard. He scrabbled for my head, clutching his hands around it. It seemed as though he couldn’t decide if he should push my head down or away. I was willing to bet no one had ever done these things for him before.
I brought my tongue into play next, sliding it along the underside of his head, then dipping it into his slit. Richie started gasping for breath.
“Gonna come….”
I wanted that. To have him shoot in my mouth, to swallow him down. But there was something else I wanted a lot more.
I lifted up and caught his gaze. “Tell me you have condoms.”
He swallowed hard. “Yeah, in the dresser. But….”
I refused to give him time to second guess. I tugged the handle of the small table and yanked it open. I reached inside, grabbing the small box of condoms and the tiniest container of lube I’d ever seen. I wanted to ask, but right now wasn’t the time.
“Max, I need to be honest with you. I don’t know if I’m ready….”
That brought me up short. “Can I ask why?”
He bit his lip. “Does it hurt?”
It took me a few seconds to catch up. He thought I was going to fuck him? That was sweet, but no.
“It won’t hurt, I promise.”
His expression seemed doubtful, but he nodded. I gave his cock a few tugs to bring it back to full hardness, then tore open the condom, which I slid down his length.
