Chapter 17
Tanner
Thank God he seems to be humoring me. It’s a bit of a mind fuck to hook up with your oldest friend. Even I’m a bit on the fence. I mean, yeah, I find him attractive, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to be comfortable with touching him naked.
However, if how hard I am right now is any indication, I’d say I’m good to go.
“That kiss was okay, though, right?” I ask. Because I have to. Because for me, that kiss was … wow.
“Hottest kiss of my life.”
Thank God, because if he regretted it for a minute, I would have felt like a piece of shit. “Wanna do it again?” I aim for playful, but my heart is in my damn throat as I wait for him to answer.
Roo grabs my hand and pulls me over to the couch. “We need rules. First, this can’t fuck up our friendship.”
“If anything, it’d make our friendship better.”
“No disagreement here.”
We grin at each other.
“So that’s a yes?”
“Second, once your experiment is done, that’s it. And when my bed gets here, I’ll be sleeping in my room.” He takes a deep breath. “We need to make sure we don’t cross any lines.”
I’m not entirely sure what he’s talking about, but if it means getting my hands on him again, I’m all for it. “That it?”
“Sure is.”
“Good.” I pat my lap. “Hop on up here.”
“I swear, if you make any kangaroo jokes while we’re fooling around, my dick is going to dry right up.”
“Like the desert?”
“You’re not cute.”
I’m sure I detect the slightest hesitation, but I don’t get a chance to focus on it before Roo straddles my thighs and sits right in my lap.
All thoughts of joking disappear. He’s so fucking beautiful.
All bright eyes and dark freckles and strong jaw.
I lean up and kiss the freckle on his bottom lip.
The one he’s forever driving me crazy by biting.
Roo’s fingers run over my hair, and he smiles down at me. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
“Neither.” I laugh. “I can honestly say I’ve never thought about this before, but it feels sort of weird that I haven’t.”
“Why?”
Goddamn, I wish I could answer that. I wish I could put words to why this feels so right between us, but words have never been my strong suit.
Instead, I kiss him again. Less wild need and more the type of kiss that makes my heart beat faster.
My hands fall to his hips, and I give them a solid squeeze, reminding myself he’s here and this is happening.
Roo grabs my shoulders and rocks his hips forward. “Sure you’re okay with this?”
Am I? Still seems like it. I steer his hips until he’s exactly where I want him, and when he lowers his weight onto my hard dick, I have my answer.
“Yes.” I kiss him. “Yes, yes, yes …” My lips skim over his beard to his neck, and I moan against his skin. I want to fucking devour him. I want him under me, squirming and moaning while I drive him crazy with my mouth. “I want to blow you.”
Roo jerks back. “What?”
“Can I?” I’m so worried he’ll say no.
His throat works as he swallows, and then he nods. His eyes are wider than I’ve ever seen them, so I lean up, and they fall closed as I kiss his eyelids.
I plant my feet wide and push up from the couch with Roo still wrapped around me. I never want to let him go, but I table that thought and focus on what’s directly in front of me.
Namely Roo and his dick and the fact that I’m about to give head for the first time in my life.
The fact that I want to give him head, and there isn’t a shred of doubt in my mind. My cock is throbbing at the thought.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” I whisper in his ear.
Roo’s head drops back. “You’re killing me here.”
“Not yet I’m not.”
We get to the bedroom, and I throw him on the bed before crawling up to cover his body with mine.
The feel of him underneath me is everything, and I slowly start to peel his shirt off and over his head.
Mine follows it. And even though this is far from the first time I’ve seen Roo shirtless, it is the first time I’ve really let myself look, touch, and I’m beginning to get exactly what Roo meant.
It doesn’t matter that he’s a guy. All that matters is he turns me on more than anyone I’ve ever met.
I lean down to flick my tongue over one of his nipples, then follow the line between his pecs down to his stomach. He’s still slim, but has the shadow of abs forming, and I take my time, running my tongue over each of them.
I’m not exactly stalling, but I am giving myself time to work up to this.
“You don’t have to,” he rasps.
What he doesn’t realize, though, is yeah, I fucking do. I need to see Roo lose control. I need to be the one who does it.
My fingers hook under the waist of his shorts, and I start to pull them down. There’s zero backing out now. And as Roo’s cock flicks up and slaps against his happy trail, I get my first look of him hard and needy. It makes my hands work faster to strip him naked.
I’m shaking, but it’s not with nerves.
I quickly push down my pants and kick them to the floor with his. Goose bumps rise on his skin, and I lean down to kiss the ones on his thigh.
“Are you sure?” he asks again.
I snort back a laugh. “Anyone would think you’re not.”
“No, no, definitely am. But most guys who are experimenting tend to want their dicks sucked, not the other way around.”
I scowl at the thought of him comparing me to anyone else. “Roo, I know you’ve been with other people, but none of those guys have room in our bed, got it?”
He blinks at me, clearly stunned. “Got it.”
“I don’t give a shit what anyone else does.
I want to do this, because I want to make you feel good.
That’s literally all I give a shit about right now.
And I’m probably not gonna be that great at it …
” I grin up at him, and he looks completely dazed.
“But I’m counting on having plenty of time to practice. ”
“Carry on, then.”
When we were younger, I’d discovered Roo was uncut, and we’d had stupid teenage moments comparing how our dicks looked.
I never thought for a moment that reaching out and pulling down his foreskin would be the world’s biggest turn-on, but revealing the angry-red head of his cock makes my mouth water.
Fuck it.
I lean forward and take it in my mouth.
It takes all of zero-point-three seconds to realize, yep, I definitely like this.
His skin tastes a little bit like chlorine, and the precum that leaks out onto my tongue is kinda salty. I hum around the tip before sliding my lips down his shaft.
“Yes …” he hisses.
It makes me try harder.
I lick and suck and work him over the way I know drives me crazy.
There’s zero finesse, but I’m not trying to be precious about it, and even though I know I have no hopes of deep throating him, that doesn’t stop me from trying.
I gag myself on his cock over and over until I release it and duck down to suck on his balls.
I have spit everywhere, and tears are pricking my eyes, but I’ve never been so turned on.
Every little sound I pull from his body works me up even further. My cock is hard and leaking at the thought of making him feel good.
Who knew giving head could be as hot as receiving?
My hands knead bruises into his thighs as I move back to his dick and suck it down again. I start to bob up and down, dragging my tongue over every bump and ridge as I grind my own cock into the mattress.
It’s sensory overload, and when I glance up at Roo and find him staring down at me, pupils shot to hell, I can’t look away. I up the speed, tighten my lips, and suck so hard my cheeks hollow out.
It tips him over the edge. “Ah, fuck. Coming. I’m coming.”
I know he’s giving me warning, but I stay exactly where I am. I want Roo. All of him. And when the first salty spurt of cum hits my tongue, I keep sucking and choking and swallowing it down until his cock stops twitching in my mouth.
I pull off with a pop.
“Tanner …” His voice shakes. “Please kiss me.”
I’ll give him anything. I shoot up the bed and press my body to his, claiming his mouth with mine.
My brain is still a complete haze of lust, so when Roo’s hand closes over my cock, smearing precum down the shaft, I start to thrust. His hold feels so good and tight, and it only takes a couple of seconds before I spill over his fist.
When my brain starts to clear from the high, I sink down against him.
We lie there panting and softly kissing, my cum spread between us, for what could be five minutes or an hour. I disregard time as I hug him against me, realizing that was nowhere near enough. I already want more.
“We should probably clean up,” he suggests.
I don’t let him out from under me. Instead, I grab my shirt from the floor and wipe us both clean.
“There we go.”
“Would it have killed you to let me shower?”
“Possibly.” I pull him in tight again.
His little smile slowly melts from his face. “How are you feeling?”
“Incredible.”
“Really?” His tone is heavy with doubt.
“Yup. I feel like I could take on the world right now.” It’s not an exaggeration either.
Adrenaline has hijacked my system, and I feel like I could fly.
Not only from giving head, though I’m a bit cocky that I did, but from making him feel good, from holding him, from getting to experience this with him.
Every good thing comes back to Roo.
He makes me invincible.
“Do you know you have freckles on your balls?”
He laughs and throws an arm over his face. “You’re not supposed to look that closely.”
“Too bad. I conducted a thorough inspection. They’re on your dick too.”
He groans. “Can we stop pointing out all my flaws now?”
“Flaws?” I kiss the shell of his ear. “I love them. They reminded me exactly who I was with.”
He peeks out warily from under his arm. “And that was a good thing?”
“The best thing. And tomorrow I’m going to inspect you again.”
And again, and again. For as many days as Roo lets me. This isn’t an experiment anymore. My questions are well and truly answered.
Do I like dick?
I fucking love it.
Especially when it’s attached to my overly freckled best friend.
But what does that mean for me now?