Chapter Fifteen
Anderson
Holy Shit!
The sight of Crew on his knees between my open thighs is enough to make me blow. Add in the fact that he’s lapping up every inch of me like my cock is his popsicle on a hot day, and I’m a fucking goner. His mouth hasn’t even closed around me yet, only using his tongue, and I’m going out of my mind with brazen need.
When we made plans for me to come over here tonight, part of me knew this is where it would lead. That we wouldn’t be able to resist the urge, wouldn’t be able to keep our hands to ourselves. Another—albeit small—part of me wanted to talk about everything. See where his head is at.
That clearly did not happen.
It’s as if that camping trip shifted something with us. We’re both seeing each other in a new light. The feelings swirling around inside of me are potent. He’s making me want things I never knew I wanted. How can you be friends with someone almost your entire life, and not know feelings like this lie beneath the surface?
All coherent thoughts dissipate from my brain as his red, swollen lips close around my cock, encasing me in his hot, wet mouth. He has just the tip inside, his tongue swirling around in languid licks, taking his time with me. He looks up into my eyes unabashedly through his lashes as he inches more of me into his mouth.
His eyes water as I reach the back of his throat and he gags. Retreating all the way off my cock and taking me firmly in his hand, he runs his tongue up and down the underside of my length. The sensation is toe curling. His closed fist pumps me reverently as his tongue moves down to my balls.
“Fuck, Crew. Your tongue is fucking amazing.”
Sucking one of my balls into his mouth, he twirls his tongue around like he did my cock. My eyes are heavy, wanting to fall closed from the pleasure, but I don’t want to miss a single minute of him blowing my mind—well, and my cock. My other nut is sucked into his mouth, hand still pumping my dick.
No one has ever paid this much attention to my balls when giving me head. This is… fuck, this is incredible. All rational reasons as to why this may be a bad idea evaporate as his tongue dips behind my balls, licking from hole to sac, slurping my balls back into his mouth on a moan.
Popping off, he looks at me with lust-drunk eyes and lips that glisten with spit. Fuck, it’s a pretty sight. Cupping the back of his neck and hauling his lips to mine, we devour each other in a blistering kiss, full of passion and adoration that I know is exclusive to us. I’ve never felt anything like it. The feeling makes my breath catch in my throat.
Breaking the kiss, my thumb rubs his bottom lip. “I want to touch you, too.” My face heats at the admission, but goddamn, Idowant to touch him. Ineedto touch him.
“Uh, okay. Here, we can lay this blanket down in front of the fireplace. That way we can have room to, uh, do whatever.” He stands—still fully clothed—and grabs the blanket, laying it down. He reaches behind his head, pulling his shirt off before pushing his pants down. In a matter of fifteen seconds, Crew is standing completely naked in front of me. I’m in awe.
Crew’s made up of lean, tan muscle. His cock hangs heavy between his legs. I’m salivating as I look him over, overcome with a strong urge to swipe my tongue over the arousal dripping from his fat mushroom head before trailing the thick vein that runs through his entire length. He strokes himself lazily, shamelessly, and his big balls bounce tauntingly. Never thought I’d stand in front of a naked man and drool over the idea of touching him. Or licking him. But I am.
Closing the distance between us in three long strides, my fingers weave into the back of his hair, and my lips claim his immediately. His hands fly to my hips, snaking around to grab my ass, pulling us flush. Our dicks rub together in the most titillating way, and the growl that escapes me is purely carnal.
Without moving apart, we shuffle our way to the ground, laying on top of the blanket. My heart is trying to beat its way out of my ribcage. I’m about to cross a huge line with my best friend—my male best friend—and while I’m entirely too excited about this fact, I’m also nervous as hell.
What if I’m awful?
What if I start doing it and panic, realizing this isn’t for me?
Shutting my eyes for a moment, I allow myself to take a few calming breaths. I can do this. I want this. Want him.
Crew positions himself with his legs near my head and mine near his. Like yin-yang. My nerves must show on my face because he looks over at me, pauses and asks, “You sure? We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready or not sure if you want to.”
I think it over for all of three seconds before my resolve is made. “I’m sure.” Reaching out, I wrap shaky fingers around the base of his cock, loving the smooth, heavy feel of him in my palm. It feels different in my hand than my own, but I don’t hate it. Quite the opposite, actually. Feigning confidence I don’t yet feel, I stroke his length and love his body’s response to me. Glancing up at his face, his eyes are heavy as they zero in on my hand and his lips are parted, breathing out a sigh.
He wraps a strong hand around my cock, stroking while studying me and my next move. After a few minutes, I get out of my head enough to work up the courage to taste him. My tongue darts out, licking from the root to the swollen crown. The salty taste of his arousal drips on my tongue and gives me the boost to wrap my lips around him, similar to what he did to me. His neck muscles have gone taut as he groans his approval. A hot, wet mouth encases my cock again, and a matching groan rumbles up my chest. The suction mixed with the twirling of his tongue is driving me crazy.
I’ve got no idea what I’m doing, but based on the sounds coming out of him, I’d say I’m doing okay. He takes me deeper, so I copy, gagging immediately.Shit.One thing I’m not, though, is a quitter, so taking him as far as I can go again, I work on breathing through my nose and not gagging. He can do it, so surely I can too… right?
My fingers dance down behind his cock, groping his balls as I lick and suck my way down and around his shaft. I’m slowly getting the hang of this, loving it way more than I thought I would, and being the one to elicit these noises and shivers from him is such an added bonus.
“Oh, fuck. Crew,unghh.” He’s going to fucking town on my dick right now, the slurping noises erotic as fuck. My tip hits the back of his throat, his teeth teasingly scraping my cock, and there’s no holding back. I’m—“Gonna come. Fuck, ahhh. Crew, shit!” His name falls from my lips on repeat as hot spurts of cum pump from my cock down his throat.
He pulls me out of his mouth, and I scramble in between his open legs. I pump his dick with my hand while my lips wrap around his balls. Swearing under his breath, his fingers stroke my hair. I feel him swell, balls tighten, and when his cock pulses in my hand, the sexiest little moans fall from his lips. Hot cum coats my hand and his stomach. We’re both breathing heavily, sweat coating our bodies as he sits up in front of me.
“How do you feel?” Crew asks, eyeing me cautiously.
I think about it for a moment… I just sucked a dick, and fucking loved it.