8. Chapter 8 #4
“Jesus,” he groaned, hands unable to stop themselves as they descended on the back of his head, raking through the soft gray and brown curls.
The course hair of his whiskered cheek grazed against his palm as he cradled his face.
The intimacy of it. The closeness of Sammy like this—doing this—for him, unhinged something stuck inside him, loosening it.
He liked this.
It was the first time in almost a year that he felt wanted by his best friend.
He knew this wasn’t what straight best friends do for each other.
He knew this was crossing the line, again.
But he couldn’t stop this from happening, nor did he want to anymore.
Getting to touch him, rake his fingers through his hair, being engulfed by him was exactly what he wanted.
And maybe what he’d been missing this whole time…
Sammy bobbed and sucked and stroked, doing things with his tongue that caused Frankie’s thoughts to scatter into dust as he strained in his seat, trying his damnest not to thrust upward.
Sammy sensed this and slowly slipped up his cock, popping off it like a tasty lollipop, bright green eyes blown out with pure lust. “I know you want to fuck my face. So do it.”
He bit back a moan. “Sammy…”
“Fuck my mouth, Frank.”
Frank.
Fuckin’ bastard.
Sammy descended on his cock again, and Frankie, nostrils flaring, felt the shift in his body—the release of the beast he kept locked in a cage all damned day—come free.
He thrusted upward, filling Sammy’s mouth and spearing down his throat.
Sammy had anticipated this and took it well.
He fisted the back of Sammy’s hair and slammed him up and down, hips bucking upward, the car rocking with his jerky movements.
Sammy’s saliva coated his cock, and it was so fucking sexy, he couldn’t look away.
Sammy reached between his own legs, grabbing a fistful of his erection over his denim jeans.
He liked knowing Sammy was just as turned on, just as fucking excited as he was.
Frankie took full control of this blow job, guiding Sammy's mouth. And fuck, it was good. It was too good.
The water, the waves of this moment, crashed at his feet, and the edge on which he stood beckoned him.
He was falling before he realized it.
Lost and yet found. And fuck, it was freeing.
But he couldn’t stop here. He needed more. Frankie unlocked the sexual, caged beast inside him, and for the first time he flung open the gate, knowing that Sammy was the safest person he could do this with.
“That’s it, baby,” he growled, thrusting down his best friend’s throat, feeling it convulse and tighten around him. “Fuck yeah. Just like that, take my fuckin’ dick like it’s the best thing you’ve ever tasted.”
Sammy moaned, fisting a hand over his jeans.
“You cryin’ over this dick yet?” Frankie taunted, seeing a glint of tears beginning to run down Sammy’s face from the intrusive cock sliding in and out of his throat, deep and then shallow, hard and then slow. “You fuckin’ wanted this—and you keep fuckin’ taking it. Jesus… yes…”
Sammy’s hand latched onto his upper thigh and fought backward, slipping off him and gasping for breath, spit trickling down his chin and delicious, reddened, wet lips. He looked like a porn star. Better than that—he looked like a dream.
“Fuck…” Frankie murmured, thumbing roughly over those plump lips. “I keep callin’ you baby…” he whispered. “Do you want me to stop… baby?”
Sammy visibly shuddered, unfiltered need tightening the grooves of his beautiful face.
He didn’t have to answer for Frankie to see how much he fuckin’ liked it.
He leaned down and kissed Sammy hard, painfully hard, wanting to bruise him.
Sammy moaned into his mouth, trembling in his arms. He released him, pushed his open mouth back down onto his cock, and speared roughly upward.
Sammy’s muffled groaning filled the air between them and Frankie couldn’t stop.
He pushed and pushed, rocking and humping and fucking his face, brutalizing it.
And Sammy didn’t stop, either. He took it all and more.
Fuck.
Oh my fuckin’ God.
“Fuck, baby—I’m gonna cum…” he gasped.
Sammy peeled off his dick, “Smother me.”
Fuuuuck.
He obeyed and gave a jerky nod, thighs shaking, stomach clenched.
Sammy sucked in a breath and dove over him, and Frankie thrusted into him a few more times, the tip of his cock tingling, the sensation swirling from root to stem, and he abruptly sat up, ramming down his throat, feeling his best friend’s face against his belly as he climaxed, spurting deep and long into him.
Sammy’s throat convulsed, tightened, and swallowed.
“Oh fuck!” The cry tore from his lungs, and the beast inside him howled, raking his fingernails over his scalp and gritting his back molars, vibrating with… freedom. The water crashed over him, and he no longer cared.
Panting and shaking, Frankie tried to lift Sammy off of him, but he continued to suck, milking every last drop of his cum until he spasmed again, shooting another smaller load as he sat there stunned, gasping, and cursing.
Sammy finally sat up, gulping in air before quickly sitting back in his seat, hand down his pants, furiously pumping himself. Frankie, limp dick and destroyed, saw the reddening around Sammy’s lips, and his instincts to soothe almost kicked in. But Sammy wasn’t done.
And—he liked it rough.
Thank fuck.
Frankie reached across the cab and grabbed him by the throat, squeezing hard. Sammy whimpered.
“Don’t stop,” Frankie commanded smoothly. “You have two choices—cum in your pants. Or cum on yourself so I can watch.”
Sammy clumsily pulled his dick out. And it was beautiful—just like him.
“I’m close,” he muttered, the tip leaking already all over his hand, face flushed from the rough cock sucking.
“Make a mess—I wanna see you cum again.”
And Sammy did, arching and putting on a show for his viewing pleasure. And fuck, he was so goddamned sexy. Frankie’s fingers flexed over his throat, wanting to sink to his knees and…
Hot thick, ropey cum spurted from Sammy’s tip, and he shouted in relief, face straining, head tossed back in utter abandonment. It captured how he felt when he climaxed, and seeing it reflected back at him—knowing Sammy felt the same— hit something close to his heart that he wasn’t ready to feel.
Overcome with need, Frankie released him and dropped his lips over Sammy’s spurting cock. Nervously ignoring the butterflies in his stomach, he sucked him into his mouth.
Sammy shouted again. This time it was his name, followed by a guttural, throat-aching cry. He bucked into his mouth and Frankie took it, letting his thick, wet cock slide into his mouth and sucking him down, loving the feel of him unloading more. Sammy tasted salty and good.
Fuck. He hadn’t expected to like this. He hadn’t expected to like cock at all. But here he was, sucking harder, letting the creamy liquid coat his tongue as he swirled it around Sammy’s dick before swallowing it and hoping to suck out just a little bit more.
“Frank!” Sammy twisted beneath him, hands dragging through his hair and vibrating against him. Frankie felt him soften in his mouth and pulled back, noticing the cum still on Sammy’s fist, and he licked the rest off.
“Fuck-fuck-fuck,” Sammy’s moan was long and hard. Possibly the sexiest fuckin’ thing he’d ever heard.
Frankie felt his cock twitch as their gazes locked and held.
Liking the fiery, intense look in his best friend's gaze, Frankie parted his lips over his hand and tongued his fingers into his mouth, sucking him clean of cum and making Sammy’s jaw unhinge in surprise, followed by more sexy fucking groaning, and… he needed to kiss him.
He stilled.
It was one thing to kiss in the heat of the moment. But to do so after they had already orgasmed and were still panting messes felt more intimate somehow.
He swallowed, suddenly nervous again and unable to look away from him. Sammy must have felt the same, because he too was staring, chest heaving and coming down in slow breaths. His eyes searched his face, dipping over his lips.
Frankie had never in his entire life wanted to kiss someone this much.
And it was Sammy he wanted to do this with.