Chapter 12 #2
“A few times, but we didn’t have anything in common outside of the bedroom. It just sort of fizzled out.”
“Were you sad?”
“No. Now, your turn. Best kiss.”
“Her name was Anna. Met her shortly after undergrad. We were in the same clinic.”
“Was she beautiful?”
He nods. “She was. She had short dark hair and really pretty blue eyes, and she was so soft. Everything about her was soft. Her voice, her demeanor, her skin, her smile. But when she kissed, she was anything but soft. She was unbridled when it came to her passion. I enjoyed the contrast.”
“What made her kiss nice?”
“Similar to what you said about Joey. She threw her whole self into it.”
“Did you fuck her?”
“Yeah. I saw her for a few months, but we knew it would be temporary. She had applied to several hospitals on the East Coast where she’s from.” He turns sideways and puts both his hands on my thighs. “I’m going to replace Joey.”
“What?”
“Your best kiss. It’s gonna be me now.”
“I appreciate your confidence, but you don’t even know if you’ll like kissing a man.”
“You’re not just a man. You’re Nantes. We have so much history, and obviously we have chemistry. Maybe what I’m feeling is something I wasn’t ready for before, but I am now.”
I want to believe. God, how I want to believe him. But I’ve heard this song and dance from many a straight boy before. It all sounds fun in the moment, until they have someone’s dick in their hand.
“Van, I just think—”
“Shh.” He puts his index finger over my lips. “That’s our problem. We think too much.”
Before I can object, Van closes the distance between us and presses his lips to mine. I freeze while my brain tries to get on board with what’s happening, but Van scoots a little closer, until his knees bump mine, and he wraps his hand around the back of my neck.
He licks the seam of my lips and I give in, completely melting and opening to him. If I’m going to kiss Van, I should make the best of it. This might be my one and only shot.
“Yes,” Van whispers, climbing on top of me and pushing me back.
I slide my hands into his silky hair and lose myself in the kiss, all too aware of my swelling cock, knowing he’s going to feel it soon.
Our tongues tangle while Van makes soft moaning and humming noises, slowly grinding into me.
When I feel his hardness against my thigh, I almost scream with excitement.
Van is hard.
His dick is hard.
He’s kissing me and he’s fucking hard.
Van reaches under me and grips my hip, pulling me closer so that our cocks rub together through our clothes. He moans again, sucking my tongue before nibbling my bottom lip and diving back in. He tastes minty and fresh, but there’s something unique in there too. Something that’s just Vanian.
Oh my god. I’m kissing Vanian Taylor. Is this real life?
“Fuck,” he moans, grinding against me.
I reach down and cup his ass. He responds by bucking against me. I could come like this if I was brave enough to suggest we ditch the clothes, but I’m not. I could blow him. That would be almost as nice, but I don’t think I’m brave enough to try that either.
Vanian slides his hand up my side, taking my arm with him and pinning my wrist against the cushions above my head. He does the same to my other arm, effectively holding me in place. We both know I could struggle and get away, but I don’t want to.
“You taste good,” he whispers against my mouth. “And you feel fucking amazing.”
All I do is whimper in response.
“Do you like this?” he asks, lifting his head to gaze into my eyes. “The way I’m holding you.”
I nod, unable to find words.
“Yeah? You like being dominated a little?”
My breath catches. How the fuck could he know that?
“Because I like dominating a little.” A sexy smirk dances on his lips. “And you look beautiful, all submissive for me. Would you like to be on your knees for me?”
I squeeze my eyes shut. This is a dream. It’s all a fucking dream. There’s no way this is really happening.
“Nantes.”
I open my eyes, almost surprised to see it’s not a dream at all.
“Do you want me to stop?”
I shake my head.
“Do you want me to make you come?”
My stomach flutters. “H-how?”
“You tell me.”
This is your chance. Tell him what you want. He obviously wants to do it. At least right now.
“You could… if you want to… um…”
“Could what, gorgeous? Use your words.”
Swallowing past my dry throat, I summon every bit of courage in me and blurt it out, “You could pull my sweats down and your boxers and we could just… rub.”
Vanian smiles. “Yeah, that sounds good.”
Roughly, he yanks my sweats down on each side with his free hand while keeping my wrists pinned, then he shoves his own boxers down. I let my eyes wander, taking in his muscular body hovering above me and his thick cock hanging between us.
“You see my cock?” he asks. “You see it’s hard?”
I nod, licking my lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard.”
Van sits up slightly and looks down at me, smiling.
He doesn’t look freaked out, at least. Then he collapses on top of me, smashing our mouths together and grinding his cock into mine.
My eyelids flutter. It’s too much. This is my childhood best friend.
My teenage crush. My eternal spank bank material, and right now, he’s doing his best to get me off.
“Like this?” he pants against my lips. “Does it feel good?”
“Yes.”
“It feels good to me too. Your skin is soft and hot, but your cock is so hard. It’s sticky.”
I nod, biting into my bottom lip before Van claims it in another heated kiss. He lets my arms go and I immediately wrap them around him, my fingers greedily roaming all over his muscled flesh while our sticky cocks grind together.
The sensation builds in my stomach, growing with every thrust, but I don’t want this to end. I’m scared of what happens when it’s all over.
“Oh fuck, Nan,” Vanian whimpers, biting my earlobe. “I’m gonna come. So fucking hard.”
“Yes,” I whisper, nipping the edge of his strong jaw. “I want your cum all over me.”
He groans, digging his fingers into my hip on one side. “Nantes,” he pants. “Nantes.”
“Oh fuck.” I arch my back as my climax hits and the first sticky rope of cum shoots from my cock.
Vanian tenses, burying his face in the crook of my neck, and I feel his cock twitch before he spills onto my belly. We rock through our shared orgasm, our bodies and mouths smashed together, panting to catch our breath as we ride it out.
Mine seems to go on forever, until I’m left physically drained and more satisfied than I think I’ve ever been.
Vanian slumps on top of me, his hot breath warming my neck. I keep my arms wrapped around him in case this is the last time I ever get to touch him this way. Sure, he got off, but the sexuality crash might come soon after. I need to be prepared for that.
After lying together for a few minutes, I tap his shoulder. “I can’t breathe.”
“Shit. Sorry.” Vanian rolls off of me and sits on the floor, laying his head back on the cushions.
I don’t plan to say a word until he does. My allegedly straight friend just instigated sex with me, and if my mind is blown, his has to be even more so. No. I’ll be quiet.
The ball is definitely in his court now.