Chapter Eleven #2
Archie lets out a loud, broken moan; raw and needy and so fucking hot it goes straight to my cock.
I can’t hold mine in; a deep, guttural groan rips out of me before I can stop it.
My hand speeds up on my own dick as I watch him…
hips rolling, cock sliding through his fist, lips parted, face flushed with sleep and pleasure.
This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
My best friend, drunk and asleep, jerking himself off while I watch like a pervert.
Archie’s eyes suddenly snap open; we stare at each other, wide-eyed and suddenly frozen. He blinks slowly, clearly still groggy from the alcohol and the sudden wake-up. His hand is still loosely wrapped around his cock. He swallows hard and lifts his head slightly, looking down between us.
I mouth, “Fuck,” to myself. He can see everything… my hand on my dick, his own cock out and leaking, the whole fucking mess.
Archie drops his head back onto the pillow and says, rough and confused, “Uhhh…”
“Hi?” I manage, sounding like an idiot.
He blinks a few more times, brain clearly catching up. Then, really slowly, he says, “You’re… straight?”
It’s not a statement anymore; it’s a question… because that’s what we both thought, but this doesn’t support that to be a fact anymore.
I nod, then immediately shake my head and let out a shaky laugh. “Guess not.” I start to pull away, face burning. “Sorry, Arch… you just started humping my leg and I…”
Archie goes bright red, and whispers, “I did what?”
Then he grabs my shoulders, stopping me from moving away. I freeze, hovering over him… oh. He lets go of his own cock and brings both hands up to my face, cupping my jaw, looking over my features like he’s searching for something.
What are you thinking, Archie?
Then he does something I was not expecting at all…
like ever. He brings his fingers, the same ones covered in his own precome, to my lips and wipes them across my mouth, watching, fascinated.
I part my lips and my tongue darts out instinctively, tasting him.
Archie visibly shudders and bites his lip; then he pushes three fingers into my mouth.
I groan around them, holy shit. The taste of him fills my mouth; salty, warm, and addictive.
He moans softly at the sight, eyes dark.
I pull back just enough to speak, breathing hard. “You… don’t want to stop?”
Archie slowly shakes his head. “Is that okay?”
I nod immediately, heart racing, a stupid, relieved smile breaking across my face. “Yeah… yeah, it’s okay.”
I’m suddenly not sure how to continue this; it was easier when Archie was asleep. Now he’s awake, looking at me with those wide, hazy eyes, and my brain is short-circuiting. I’m still hovering over him, and the reality of what we’re doing is slamming into me.
Thankfully, Archie doesn’t let it get weird.
He keeps the eye contact like he’s checking if I’m okay, then reaches down and grabs the hand I was gripping myself with.
He pulls two of my fingers toward his mouth, wraps his lips around them, and starts sucking; slow and wet, coating them with his tongue.
I shudder hard, eyes half-lidded now; I’ve never been this turned on.
He pulls my fingers out, glistening thickly with a mixture of his saliva and my precome, and gently guides my hand lower. I watch the movement, heart pounding, not entirely sure what’s happening until he pushes my fingers past the waistband of his boxers and presses them right against his ass.
My eyes go wide. Holy shit… okay Jay, you’re cool…
Before I can overthink it, Archie brings both hands up to my face and suddenly yanks me down into a devastating kiss.
I don’t respond right away, my brain stalls for half a second, but then something about this just feels right.
Fuck it. I kiss him back, deep and hungry, tongues sliding together as I start circling his hole with my wet fingers.
Archie moans into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me, when I push one finger in slowly.
Jesus Christ. It’s so fucking tight; so much tighter than any woman I’ve ever been with.
Hot and gripping my finger like it doesn’t want to let go.
Archie gasps against my lips and I swallow the sound, pushing my finger deeper, curling it, searching for that spot that I’ve heard men like.
He breaks the kiss with a shaky moan, head falling back against the pillow. “Jay…”
Hearing my name like that does something dangerous to me. I add a second finger, scissoring gently, watching his face the whole time. His cock leaks onto his stomach, twitching every time I brush that spot inside him. I’m so hard it hurts.
I lean down and kiss him again, slower this time, while my fingers keep working him open. Archie’s hands are in my hair, tugging, and he’s making these soft, desperate little sounds that are driving me insane.
I pull back just enough to look at him; flushed, lips swollen, eyes glassy. “You okay?” I whisper.
He nods quickly, biting his lip. “Don’t stop…”
I can’t take it anymore. “Oh, fuck this,” I mutter, throwing every last bit of insecurity, confusion, and doubt out the window.
I kneel upright between Archie’s spread legs. He frowns, watching me with wide eyes, probably thinking I’m about to change my mind and bail. He opens his mouth to say something but stops when I reach down and yank his boxers down his thighs, then off his feet, in one rough motion.
Archie lets out a soft, “Oh…” and blushes furiously.
I’m breathing hard, cock throbbing as I look down at him. “Can I fuck you, Arch?”
He lets out a cute, tiny squeak and slaps both hands over his face, nodding quickly. The sound makes me laugh, shakily.
I reach into my nightstand, grab the half-used bottle of lube, and squirt a generous amount directly onto his hole. Archie flinches at how cold it is, a cute little jolt of his hips.
I crawl back over him, grinning like an idiot, so fucking ready to be inside my best friend. I pull his hands away from his face gently.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I say, voice raspy, “have you… done this before?”
Archie nods slowly, cheeks still burning.
“Good,” I murmur, leaning down to kiss him quick and dirty.
He lets out a shaky exhale. “Please Jay, just…”
I hold the base of my cock and push forward, watching with new fascination.
The head pops inside him and we both moan. He’s so fucking tight; hotter and tighter than anything I’ve ever felt. I have to stop for a second, breathing hard, just feeling him clench around me.
“Fucking hell, Archie…” I groan, pushing in another inch. “You’re so tight.”
He whimpers, legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper. I keep going slowly, watching his face the whole time, until I’m buried all the way inside him. I stay there for a moment, forehead pressed to his, both of us panting.
I start moving in slow, careful thrusts at first, just feeling him wrapped around me. Archie’s breath hitches every time I push back in, his hands gripping my shoulders hard.
“Jesus Christ, Arch…” I groan, voice wrecked. “You feel so fucking good.”
I pick up the pace, hips snapping harder, the wet sound of my cock sliding in and out of his wet hole filling the room. Archie’s legs tighten around my waist, pulling me deeper, and he lets out these perfect moans every time I hit that spot inside him.
I lean down and kiss him messily, tongues sliding together as I fuck him harder. One of my hands slides between us and wraps around his cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts.
“You’re taking me so well,” I pant against his mouth. “Letting me fuck you like this. God, you’re so hot Archie.”
Archie moans louder, head falling back, exposing his throat. I bite down on it gently and he shudders, clenching around me so tight I almost lose it right there.
I sit up a little, grabbing his thighs and spreading him wider, watching my cock disappear inside him over and over. The sight is obscene; his hole stretched around me, shiny with lube, taking every inch.
“Fuckkk,” I groan. “Your hole is gripping me so tight. You like getting fucked by your best friend?”
Archie nods frantically, moaning, “Yes! Jay! Oh god.”
I thrust harder, pounding into him; I’m so close already, but I want to see him come first.
I stroke him faster. “Come on, Arch. I wanna feel you come while I’m inside you.”
Archie cries out, back arching, and comes hard…
thick ropes shooting across his stomach and chest. His hole clenches rhythmically around my cock, milking me, and that’s all it takes.
I bury myself deep and groan loudly as I come, pulsing inside him, filling him up.
I keep grinding through it, riding out every last wave until I’m spent.
I collapse on top of him, both of us panting, sweaty, and trembling. “Fuck…” I whisper against his neck. “That was… holy shit.”
Archie lets out a breathless laugh, arms wrapping around my back.