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“I’m not sucking your dick,” he says, but the way he’s still touching my balls has me losing the ability to breathe. And he’s not moving away either. He wants to do this as much as I want him to.

“You so should,” I say, my fingers tightening in his hair and gently pulling him forward. He doesn’t resist, just lets the tip of my cock brush his lips. “Just give it a nice little lick. An apology for being so fucking rough and careless.”

“Fuck no,” he says, but he doesn’t move.

“You’re so curious. I know you are,” I say as I arch my hips, letting the tip of me slide across his lips.

Cash is frozen in place, but his eyelids flutter as his lips part slightly. Just the barest hint of acceptance.

Oh my god, I think. This can’t be happening.

There is no way Cash is gonna blow me in my living room.

Not in my wildest fucking dreams would that ever happen.

CHAPTERSEVEN

CASH

Seems my mind has been having inappropriate thoughts about my best friend. Seems Benjamin unlocked things in my brain, and now I’m on my knees, Ford’s cockhead at my parted lips.

I’m not sucking his dick. No way in fucking hell will I. That’s a line we shouldn’t cross.

“Just a taste,” he teases. “I bet you like sucking dick. Bet you become a whore for it.”

“Never gonna happen,” I murmur.

My heart is hammering in my chest, my pulse point throbbing in my neck. His fingers flex in my hair, and I feel the scrape of his nails against my scalp as I press my lips to his dick. I shouldn’t do this, should absolutely stop, but my head keeps moving forward, my lips keep opening further.

Seems my body doesn’t want me to stop.

Seems I want to try this with Ford.

He lets out a shaky breath as I widen my mouth and take more of him inside. I’ve never sucked a cock before, and the taste of him explodes on my tongue. It’s so foreign and yet so familiar. It’s Ford. My best friend of decades.

“Fuck yes,” he gasps and then bends his knees slightly, pushing his dick deeper into my mouth. I open wide, my tongue sliding underneath him, my hand still holding his balls, the other coming to rest on his bare thigh.

This should be weirder than it is, but my body is only thrumming with need, my cock half-hard at the fact that Ford’s dick is my mouth.

“Damn, Cash,” Ford says as he rocks his hips. “Do you not gag?”

My eyes pop open, and I meet his stare, my mouth stretched wide across his hard length. His eyes meet mine, a small smile spreading across his face.

“Shit. You look so hot on your knees. Now suck me like you mean it. Show me how gay you are.”

I let go of his balls and reach around with both hands, cupping his ass and dragging him as far back as I can manage. Ford lets out a choked groan.Asshole asking me to prove myself,I think as I pull off him and then take him all the way back into my throat. My cock is throbbing now. I want nothing more than to reach down and give my dick a long squeeze, but my hands are preoccupied with Ford’s muscular butt. A butt I might have stared at a time or two.

“Fuck yes. Like that,” Ford says, his hand tightening in my hair, showing me the pace he wants me to move. And I let him direct me, trying like hell to fight the feelings rising up in me. I should feel weirder about this, should feel so fucking strange, but it’s Ford.

The only other dick I’d suck would be Ben’s.

Just the thought of him has my cock hardening all the way, and I shift on my knees, feeling my mouth start to leak as Ford bobs my head up and down his length. My jaw is starting to ache, my tongue growing sore from rolling down the underside of him, but I’m not going to stop. Not when Ford is moaning above me, his cheeks flushed, his legs shaking as I take him over and over.

“Jesus, yes, do that tongue thing again,” Ford grunts and then rams into me, his movements becoming sloppy and rough.

I grunt and grab him a bit tighter, wanting to pull off him, but also not wanting this to stop. I want to watch him come. Want to taste this part of him.

Ford’s head is thrown back, his hips arching forward quickly, nearing his release, when suddenly the front door creaks open. The sound is deafening in the open space, and the two of us freeze. I peek over.

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