“Still want to do this?”
“I’m pretty sure I’ll immediately die if you stop,” I said.
He hummed, wrapping his fist around the base, teasing me. “Is that right?”
“Please,” I whispered. “Do it again?”
“You want it that badly, huh?” he said in a low voice.
“Fucker,” I murmured. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”
“And you love it.”
“God, I really do.”
Finally, he took mercy on me, taking my cock back into his mouth again. I’d never gotten a blow job anything close to this before. Of course, it was different because he was a guy, and because he was my best friend. But he also really, really seemed to enjoy it. He was ludicrously good at it, and seemed like he wanted to be here.
Was that really how bad it had been for me before? With so many women in the past, I’d wondered if they really wanted it. Worried that they were only doing it to appease me.
I didn’t have a moment of that fear with Harlan.
“Why are you so damn good at this,” I said, my words catching in my throat as he pushed my cock deep into his throat again. “Too good at—holy fuck, don’t stop—”
I squeezed my eyes shut without thinking, then forced myself to open them again. If it made me come too fast, so be it.
I had to see this.
I wanted the image of Harlan like this seared into my brain for later. I never wanted to forget it. The deep, satisfied way he moaned around my cock. The way his hair looked, still drying from the shower, sticking up in different directions. The way his ruddy lips looked, slick with spit while the entire length of my shaft disappeared between them. Fuck, it was so good.
I gripped the bedsheets, knowing that I was going to lose it sooner rather than later.
“So close,” I whispered down to him. “I think—I think I’m going to come.”
He looked up at me, locking his eyes on mine. The look said one thing, and one thing only: so come, then.
Fuck. Too hot again.
This time, he didn’t seem to torture me quite as badly. He quickened his pace, alternating between lapping his tongue along me and pushing me deep, over and over. I had to make him teach me how he did this so damn well. I wanted to give this right back to him, to make him feel this good.
I let out a pathetic, desperate low moan.
How had I ever questioned if I wanted this? I’d never wanted anything so badly in my damn life.
He hummed around my cock before taking me deep once again, and I lost all semblance of control. I cursed softly, endlessly, as I felt my heart rate skyrocket. My balls tensed up and heat flooded my groin as I started to come, saying his name in a broken whisper.
I was reduced to pure sensation, a deep, all-consuming feeling of satisfaction. And absolutely nothing about it felt wrong, or forbidden, or like a mistake. Right now, I felt like I was only meant to be right here.
With him. My person.
I reached down, lacing my fingers through his hair, holding him down onto my cock as I moved through the waves as I came. He swallowed easily, lapping every inch of my cock clean before pulling off.
I was fucking floating. I was gone.
And then I was right back here with him again.
“I love you,” I said, breathless. And then I said it again. “I love you. Holy hell, I love you.”
He wiped his slick lips, giving me that knowing smile again, a little dazzle in his eyes. “I love you too, Sawyer. You never told me you come that fucking hard.”
I let out a laugh that bubbled up into a giggle that I should have been far more embarrassed by. “Why would I have mentioned that to you?”
Now he was laughing, too. “It’s a fun fact to share with a friend, isn’t it?”
“Hi, I’m Sawyer, and my cumshots have some serious force to them.”
He collapsed onto the bed next to me, both of us still laughing. “It’s hot as fuck. You can probably shoot really far.”
“You have no idea,” I said. “Sometimes when I’m alone, it shoots even farther than I expect, and I’m the one with my dick in my hand.”
“I like the image of that a little too much.”
“You can watch sometime,” I said. “God. Getting myself off with you watching would probably make it shoot even harder. There are so many things I want to do with you, Harlan.”
His eyes lingered on mine, some question behind his eyes that I couldn’t quite read.
I swore a flicker of sadness crossed his expression. My heart sank a little.
“Give me a sec,” he said, heading over to the bathroom again and running the sink.
Suddenly a flutter of panic went through my chest.