Him (Him #1)(33)

“Fuck,” I choke out.

His eyes slit open, searching my face as his tongue comes out to lick his bottom lip. “If you stop right now, I’m going to kick your ass.”

Stop? Is that a word? What does it mean? Probably the opposite of what I’m doing when I slide my hand between our bodies and grasp both our cocks in my hand.

Jamie’s spine arches on another husky moan. “Oh shit. That’s good.”

I jack us slowly, squeezing on each upstroke. His mouth finds mine again. His stubble scrapes my cheek as he angles his head to deepen the kiss. That magic tongue slides between my lips again, hungry and eager. I can’t believe we’re doing this. I can’t believe he’s letting me do this.

We’re both leaking, making it so f*cking easy for my fist to slide over our slick cocks. My balls are heavy, tingling with the need for release. A few more strokes and I’ll probably blow, but Jamie doesn’t let it happen.

He wrenches out of my grip and plants both palms on my chest to shove me onto my back. My dick sails up and slaps my navel, and he groans at the sight before wrapping his fingers around my shaft.

“Can I…” His voice comes out in a rush. “Can I suck you off?”

Holy mother of God. I’m caught in some kind of fever dream. I have to be, because there’s no other explanation for why my best friend is offering to put his mouth on my dick.

I figured this exploratory I-need-to-know-if-I-like-dudes session would involve me doing all the work, ravaging him the way I’ve always fantasized about doing. But one thing about Jamie Canning? He’s full of surprises. Every time he used to accept one of my crazy challenges, my eyebrows would soar, my mind unable to comprehend how this laidback Cali boy who always followed the rules could be so willing to follow me down whatever rabbit hole I was leading him into.

I’m not leading him into anything tonight, though. This is all Jamie. It’s Jamie’s fingers skimming along my hard length. Jamie’s breath hot on the tip of my dick as he slides down and brings his mouth within inches of me.

“Have you ever…” I swallow past the gravel in my throat. “Done this before?”

“No.” His lips are hesitant as they graze my cockhead. “I might suck.”

A laugh chokes out. “Sucking is kind of the point.”

He lifts his head, brown eyes twinkling. “I might be bad at it,” he corrects.

“You won’t be.” Because there’s no way he can be. I’m too close to coming already, just from being in the same bed as him. He doesn’t need skill—he just needs to be here. Him. Here. With me.

I almost lose my mind when his tongue touches me. Every inch of me is hot, tight, prickling with need. He licks a slow circle around my tip, then kisses his way down my shaft. He’s kissing my dick, light, open-mouthed caresses that blow my f*cking mind. Holy shit. Jamie Canning is a cocktease. Who woulda thought?

“You trying to drive me crazy?” I growl after he kisses another path up my cock.

His chuckle vibrates through me. “Is it working?”

“Yes.” I slide both hands through his hair, cupping his head. “What about you? Enjoying your first taste of dude?”

He laughs harder now, broad shoulders quaking as he crouches between my thighs. “It’s…” His tongue finds me again, tickling the underside of my shaft. “Different.”

He wraps his hand around my base and closes his mouth around my cockhead, giving a slow, decadent suck. “It’s…”

He sucks again, taking me deeper this time, and my cock pulses uncontrollably. He must feel it on his tongue because he groans, loudly, desperately. He lifts his head, his expression foggy with lust, cloudy with confusion.

Joy surges through me. And apprehension, because I don’t know what to do with his bewilderment. Do I assure him it’s no big deal? That it’s perfectly cool for a straight guy to love blowing another man?

But he doesn’t give me the chance to say anything. He just dips his head and his hot, wet mouth surrounds me again.

My hips shift on the mattress, pure lust sizzling in my cock and balls as my best friend works me over. I keep one hand tangled in his hair. The other claws at the sheet, bunching it tight between my fingers. My heart is pounding. It’s all I can hear, a frantic thump-thump rattling my ribcage. That and the sounds Jamie is making. Husky groans, wet pops, a deep growl as he takes me almost all the way to the back of his throat.

Jesus Christ. This man is wrecking me. I’m wrecked. I’m—

“Going to come,” I ground out.

The climax seizes my balls and shoots up my shaft, hot jets spurting out of my cock just as Jamie’s mouth releases me. He strokes me through the release, his breathing heavy and eyes gleaming as he watches my come land on my abs, my chest.

I can’t breathe. I’m a gasping, shuddering mess, and he just keeps watching. And then the f*cker does it again—he smiles. He f*cking smiles as he lowers his head and licks one pearly drop off my stomach.

“That was so hot,” he tells me.

Hot? Try scorching. Blistering. A goddamn inferno.

I’m unable to do anything but lie there like a sack of potatoes. Struggling to breathe. Blinking like an owl as I watch the most beautiful man grab my discarded shirt from the floor and clean me up. Once he’s done, he tosses the shirt away and bends down to kiss my collarbone. Then my shoulder. My other shoulder.