Page 56 of A Minute More

And my thought is only solidified when we are in his small apartment. Alone.

He flips on the lights and walks into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water and taking a long swig.

Damn, he must be thirsty. Just like me.

“Want one?” he asks and I nod, moving into his space and taking the bottle from his hand, wrapping my lips around the top and swallowing.

He watches it all, his dark eyes becoming a storm cloud, lightning flashing in those depths. And before I can even set it down, he’s on me, pushing me against the fridge, his mouth consuming mine. It’s almost violent in the way he kisses me, but I love it, opening to him and meeting his tongue thrust for thrust. His hips grind up into mine, our cocks thickening in tandem. Shirts are suddenly being torn off, hands sliding up torsos, and then I’m lifting him. His legs wrap around my waist, groan after groan sliding between us as I walk him to the bedroom and lower him on the bed, our bodies arching and writhing as we seek what we need.

“Wesley,” he groans, and I strip him of his pants, tossing them to the other side of the room before ripping his underwear off too. His cock bobs against his abdomen, and I stare at it.

Wrapping my fingers around his length one by one, I squeeze gently before leaning down and sucking the tip right into my mouth.

Simon screams at the sensation, his throaty cry piercing my ears and driving me further down his shaft. I can smell him, the musky scent of his groin, the sweat, and the taste of his precum as he leaks in my mouth.

It’s too overwhelming, and I groan around his cock as I take him as far back into my throat as I can. His dick is heavy on my tongue, and I hold him in me for a minute, just getting used to the feel of him. Simon’s fingers are in my hair, grasping and pulling, his moans growing louder and louder.

I know we’re supposed to be just friends, but this is friendly, right?

I am truly the best of friends, I think as I suck on his cockhead like a lollipop, dragging the flat of my tongue over his slit and down the underside of him. This isn’t half bad, I think. This isn’t bad at all. No wonder Jude likes this shit.

Simon’s wild beneath me, straining up and trying to enter me once more. But I take my time, savoring everything about this, trying to figure out what he likes, what will make him explode.

It seems everything I do makes him pant and whine. I take him back into my mouth and suck, bobbing my head, my eyes straining up to watch Simon watching me. His eyes are hooded, his cheeks red, his lips puffy. He looks like a dream.

I pop off of him and drag my lips up his chest and neck until I’m at his mouth and we kiss wildly, my still-clothed cock pressed against his naked body.

Fuck, I want to be skin to skin.

Reaching down, I unbutton and kick my jeans off, all while trying to stay attached to his lips. And when I’m finally naked, I press against him with a sigh. He mimics the sound and then kisses me again and again until I drag my lips back down to his dick once more and suck him down as far as I can go. The sounds he’s making are erotic and shrouded in need and I love,lovethat such a quiet guy can tell me what he needs with his voice.

“I can’t last. I need to come,” he begs, and I pop off of him again, dragging my lips up to his mouth and kissing him once more.

“Not done with you yet.”

He groans in complaint, but then grabs on to me tightly, keeping me with him for minutes more until I travel back down to his cock, sliding my tongue down his shaft to his balls. I pull one into my mouth and then the other. It’s so fucking different, but I don’t hate it.

I fucking like it. Want more. Want more of him.

Spreading his legs farther apart, I explore him further, licking at his taint and then swirling around his hole.

If you would have asked me a month ago if I’d be licking an asshole, I would have laughed, but this makes so much sense now. Everything about Simon just makes sense. So I do it again, scared to enter him but wanting to tease him all the same.

And tease him I do. He’s frantic now, chanting my name as he pulls his legs up to his chest, giving me better access and asserting that this is what he wants.

Me. He wants me.

I drag my tongue back up to his cock and work him closer and closer to the edge until he’s slamming his dick into my mouth, holding my head in place as he takes what he wants, and my own cock loves it. It’s hard and dripping, my balls drawn close to my body. I never knew sucking dick could get me off, but here I am, reaching down to jerk myself. I only need to stroke a few times and then I explode across the sheets, my moans reverberating around his length as he pulls out of my mouth and explodes across my face.

His cum hits my cheeks, my mouth, and my neck. And I let him come andcomeuntil he’s wrung out.

And then we just breathe, our bodies trembling as I rest my head on his stomach.

“Fuck, Wesley,” he gasps. His voice is hoarse from screaming and groaning. I love that I did this to him, love that he’s fucked because of me. “We’re supposed to be just friends.”

I swipe at my messy cheeks and bring a finger to my mouth, tasting him on my tongue. I fucking like it.

“Next time come in my mouth,” I say, and he lets out a shaky breath.