6. Chapter 6 #3
“Lie back and let me taste you. All of you.”
Twenty-year-old Lee knelt at my feet and licked my stomach, his tongue wet and wicked on my bare skin, as the room spun… “Okay, I don’t hate that idea.” I folded his pillow to support my head so I could see better.
Lee kissed me under my jaw, then licked my neck, a damp, tickly drag across my skin. I almost laughed till he gave a soft moan. “Jesus God, the taste of your skin.” My breath went short instead and my cock jumped.
He licked and nipped his way down my chest, then sucked my nipple into his mouth. I grunted, the pull tugging something down low, as if my tit had a direct line to my dick. I’d had women lick me there, but usually softer, teasing, not this hungry suction that made my back arch.
“You like that?” Lee asked. “I play with mine when I jerk off.”
The image of Lee with his dick in his hand turned my erection to steel, straining against my undershorts. “Yeah. That’s good. You could go lower, though.”
“All right.” He grazed his teeth down my stomach, and I shivered as he reached my waistband.
“Here.” I sat up enough to slide my underwear off my hips and kicked them down past my feet. My dick bobbed hopefully, undaunted by being naked in front of my best friend. For a second I faltered, but the hungry look on Lee’s face gave me courage. “Okay, go for it.”
Lee swung a leg over me to straddle my thighs and sat peering down at me. His own shorts sported a visible tent. A moment passed, and then another. “You’re not flipping out about this?” Lee’s fingers gripped his thick thighs, digging in as if he was trying not to touch me.
I closed my eyes, trying to figure out what I felt, other than horny as hell. I’m a wolf. I should be having a crisis here. My wolf yawned in my face and curled up in contentment, rumbling softly about pack and closeness.
A man is about to suck my dick. If that empty space in my head had contained an Alpha bond, I’d have been terrified. But I’d spent a lot of years alone, and each flash of memory from twenty-five years ago made me ache with what I’d missed, instead of scaring me.
“I’m not afraid. I haven’t been pack for so long, those laws don’t control me. And photography is art. I’ve met a couple of artists I was sure were that way, and they had a boatload of talent.”
“Mm.” Lee scooted lower, bent forward and kissed my stomach, then licked where my leaking cock had left a smear on my skin. He hummed again, licking the spot over and over.
“Uh, my prick’s an inch over that way.”
To my surprise, Lee flushed. “I know. I’m just not sure. Last time I was drunk.”
“Last time you were with a man?”
“Yeah. Well, with you. I don’t…” He hesitated. “I haven’t done this since then.”
You what? But of course, Lee was a big, hard man. Most queer guys probably wanted to be the ones on their knees for him, servicing him. I liked that I got to see his softer side.
“You don’t have to do me now.” I ran my hand over his hair, then thumbed his lip. Not that different from a woman’s, except the graze of rough stubble as my finger slid from his lip to his cheek. “Or try whatever you enjoy receiving, and I’m sure it’ll be great.”
“Ah. Except I haven’t done it… from that end either.” He didn’t lift his eyes from my erect prick.
“Nothing? In twenty-five years?” My picture of Lee living his satisfied homosexual life without me vanished in a puff of smoke.
A fierce wave of affection and protectiveness ran through me at the thought of Lee, alone all those years.
Fuck the packs. Fuck the human laws. Although, despite my sadness that he’d been alone so long, a jealous part inside me cheered. I was not a good man. “I’m sorry.”
“Well, my hands and my imagination. And other men’s hands a few times in the war, you know?” He flicked a quick look upward, and I nodded. “But that’s all. No, um, mouths. And I want this to be good for you.” He seemed paralyzed by indecision.
Tenderness drowned the last of my hesitation.
This was Lee, my best friend, and I’d always been the one dragging us into trouble, while he dragged us out again.
Maybe that pattern didn’t have to stay in the past. “So we’re equal then, in, uh, sex things with men.
” I took a deep breath. “How about I go first?”
“You do what?”
Yeah? What the hell did I just say? But the way Lee’s eyes had brightened made me forge on. “You lie back and I’ll show you the things I like. Unlike you, I did let my dick get out for some sucking fun in the last twenty-five years.”
“With women.”
“Sure. I expect the principle’s the same.”
We froze there, our gazes locked, me on my back in Lee’s bed and him on his knees over me. The entire planet was revolving around us, but in that moment, we were still as stone. Then a smile curved Lee’s mouth. “Really? You want to?”
I don’t know. But I’d never been one to back away from a dare, even when it was me daring myself. “Yeah. I do. Get off me and lie down.”