Chapter Twenty
Donovan
I don’t give myself time to wrap my head around the fact that I just got a blowjob from Eric. It was all the things, too many things to consider, but right now, I really need to know what it’s like to have him in my mouth.
Eric flops onto his back beside me. His pale cock is flushed red and leaking. “Probably not gonna give my best performance. I’m not gonna last long. I almost came just from sucking you off. I’ll show off my stamina next time.”
“Can I finger you?” Now that I know Eric is into ass play, because of me , it’s basically impossible to think of anything other than what it would be like to feel him from the inside.
“Fuck yes. I’ve always been curious about someone else doing that. I felt nervous about asking women, ya know?”
“Actually, no. Never been with a woman, remember?” I tease.
“Can I have like two seconds? I just want to freshen up,” he says, and I nod. Eric likely doesn’t know his body as well as I do mine. I take fiber daily and planned for this possibility. He wouldn’t have thought of that.
“Of course.” It’s not like this isn’t something I’m used to.
Eric hobbles on his boot to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. My head spins the whole time he’s gone, thinking about the fact that Eric just swallowed my cum and now I’m about to do the same to him.
He’s back faster than I anticipated, or maybe I was so lost in thought, I didn’t notice. But before I realize it, Eric is falling back to the bed and saying, “Suck me, D. I’m dying here.”
My body tingles hearing that from him, and yeah, what is taking me so long?
I grab the lube because I do want to make sure this is good for him, slick my fingers up, and then reach down, playing with his hole as I lower my mouth to his cock. He’s gone soft, but it doesn’t take me long to get him hard again, rubbing his rim and licking his dick.
I’m proud of the fact that I’m good at this.
I love to bring a guy off with my mouth, love the feeling of power I get from it, but I want it to be even better for Eric.
I want mine to be the best mouth that’s ever been on his cock, that no other blowjob would compare.
I need him to remember it when this is over and we stop messing around.
Which is so unlike me and maybe a bit of a dick move, but I can’t help it.
I take him all the way to the back of my throat, swallow around his head and hum.
“Oh fuck,” Eric cries out, and I pull off some, then do it again and again and again, sucking him as far back as I can, lips stretched around his girth, while I work my finger into his ass.
My mind replays Eric’s Oh fuck , followed by thinking, He’s so tight and I can’t believe I’m doing this to Eric.
I slide my finger in and out of him, remember what he said about his balls earlier, so I pull off and give them some attention, licking and sucking, tasting sweat and inhaling his intoxicating scent, while I savor all of Eric that I can.
I really need him to come in my mouth, though…like soon. The thought of Eric spilling down my throat is like a high I never knew I craved.
I continue to slide my finger in and out of his ass, brushing against his prostate and feeling him shiver. “Can you fuck my mouth like this?” I don’t know if it would be awkward for him because of his boot.
“I would still find a way to do that if I was on my deathbed. If you’re offering, there’s not a chance in hell I’m not taking you up on it. I want to stand and do it, though. Will you get on your knees for me, D?”
Aaaaand here we are, at the hottest moment of my life, ladies and gentlemen.
“Yes. Fuck yes. If that’s not too much for you.”
“I’d cut my foot off if I had to…which clearly wouldn’t make it easier, but you know what I mean.”
I chuckle. There has never been a person in the world who can make me laugh the way Eric can.
“I’ll make you come with my finger in your ass next time.” If he can use next time , that means I can too, right?
“Bet,” Eric replies, and I climb off the bed and slide straight down to my knees.
“Fuck. My husband is so hot. I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Eric moves to stand in front of me, his dick pointing out at me.
I immediately lean in, bury my face in his pubes, and inhale until I’m nearly drowning in his heady scent.
“You like that?” he asks.
“Yes. So much. I love the way men smell.” I love the way he smells.
“Let me fuck your face now, husband. I’m dying for it.”
Those words basically sound like a love declaration to me. “Do it.”
Eric nods, holding the base of his cock.
He traces my lips with it, his pupils blown wide, and he’s watching me…
like he’s never seen me before. And he hasn’t, not like this.
I feel confident in the bedroom. I’m proud of my skills and the way I can make a man feel, even though Malcolm used to always try and make me feel like I was shit at it.
I don’t know how I didn’t see it back then, but I see it now, the way he used to try and break me down, make small comments that were easy to excuse but were really ways to make me insecure and feel like I needed him.
Eric’s warm hand touches my cheek. “Hey. Where did you go? Did I do something wrong?”
“What? No. Sorry. I was just in my head a minute.”
“If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to. I don’t care how far we’ve gone, we can always stop.”
My heart turns into the biggest pile of mush. My best friend is hands down the best man in the world. I can’t imagine my life for even a day without having him.
“I want to do this with you. Probably more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
He grins. Widely.
“Oh my God.”
“I can’t help it. You totally want me.”
“Will you shut up and let me suck your dick now?”
“Yes. We can get back to the face fucking.” And then he’s pushing into my mouth, his hand on my head, guiding me as he gives me all of him.
“You have no idea how hot this is,” he says as he pulls out, then shoves back in again, quicker and harder this time.
“Tap my thigh or something if I go too hard.”
I pull off him to say, “I will, but I can take it. I told you, I’m good at this. Lots of practice. I have a dildo I use specifically for this.”
“What? Shut the fuck up. I gotta see that. Who knew my husband is such a dirty boy.”
Surprisingly, my cock twitches at that. He just might get me hard again.
Also, him continuing to call me husband is fucking with me.
Eric pushes his dick back into my mouth, straight to the back of my throat.
I take him down, and then he’s pulling back and snapping his hips forward again.
He lets loose on me, but I can tell he’s being careful too, watching for signs it’s too much or that he’s hurting me, but he won’t find any.
I fucking love this, love pleasuring him and taking his thrusts, love that Eric is getting what he needs from my mouth.
His balls hit my chin, saliva runs down my throat, and I really hope this is beautiful to him, beautiful and sexy, because it feels like that to me.
“Jesus, D. Look at you taking my cock so well. You’re a fucking pro, like your mouth was made for my dick. You gonna keep letting me fuck it, husband? You’re gorgeous down there.”
Sex talk, sex talk, sex talk. I keep repeating those words in my head, not giving myself a chance to consider that it might be anything else.
“I’m so lucky I get to see you like this. Have you like this. God, D. Why didn’t we try any of this sooner?”
Should we have? Or maybe that would have changed things. Maybe it’s better that we waited until now so we could solidify who we really are and adding sex to the mix wouldn’t change anything.
All I know is that I’m just as glad as he is that we’re here now.
That Eric’s hand is on my head and his dick in my mouth.
That he’s making my eyes tear up, both from the face fucking and because I love him so much…
as a friend, of course. And I honestly don’t know if I can ever get into a relationship again, and maybe it’s not just because Malcolm was a dick; maybe it’s because I know there’s no man out there better than Eric, that no one would ever treat me the way Eric does, so I will happily be his best friend and husband because that already makes me lucky.
“Fuck…I’m gonna come. Gonna give you my load. God, I can’t wait to watch you swallow it down.”
I nod, telling him I want it. Eric thrusts again and lets out a deep groan. His cock twitches in my mouth, balls against my chin as he spurts his salty, thick release down my throat.
“ Mmm… ” I hum, which, okay, is maybe a little different. I like cum. No two ways about it. But Eric’s cum? I don’t know if it’s just a switch in my head that makes it feel like it’s some kind of magic elixir, but the mmm is definitely because I want more of it.
He spurts again, and I greedily take that down too, swallow his release like I’m a starving man, and maybe I am.
I keep him in my mouth until I’ve drained his balls, until I’ve taken all he can give me and his cock is softening in my mouth.
“Come’ere, D. I need you to lie down with me.” He pulls me to my feet and then basically collapses on the bed. With a soft smile, I go down beside him, slightly embarrassed about how eager and hungry I was for his release.
Eric pulls me into his arms, his boot an obstacle between us, but I don’t even care. I turn onto my side, throw one leg over his hip, and keep my face in his chest.
Neither of us talks for a moment, and I can’t help the small stab of fear that maybe he regrets this. That he thinks I’m a cum-hungry slut, and for a reason I don’t understand, that totally turns him off.
“That was…”
“Too much?” I ask, in unison with his, “Fucking perfect.”
He frowns. “Wait. It was too much for you?”
“No, I thought maybe it was too much for you.”
“Um, I’m pretty sure that was the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’ve had a lot of sex, and none of it was that hot. Dude, you moaned because you were so eager for my cum.”