Page 63 of Break Out

“Touch you.”

“Go right ahead.” I tuck both of my hands behind my head as she reaches a tentative hand out and strokes first one finger then another over my cock and around the sensitive head.

“Fuck,” I grit out as I get even harder. Aubrey giggles and continues her barely there touches. “Harder,” I beg. Yeah, I’m not above begging at this point because my cock is starting to ache for her touch, for release. “Please.”

She does as I ask, wrapping her hand around me. Shit, that feels good. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to stave off the orgasm that’s already tingling at the base of my spine as she strokes me. My hips pump reflexively. Suddenly, her hand is gone, and I open my eyes as she leans over me, running her tongue along the underside of my cock before sucking me into her mouth.

“Shit.” I grunt as her warm mouth strokes up and down my length. “What are you doing to me?”

She pulls away, and I almost cry at the loss of contact. “Making you feel good. Do you not like this?” she asks, blinking up at me.

“Like it, Aubrey? I about came the minute you put your hands on me. Then you put me in your mouth.” I ball my fists up as I get harder at the memory.

“Oh” is all she says before wrapping her lips around me again.

It doesn’t take long before I feel my orgasm building once again, and this time, I won’t be able to hold it off. “Aubrey. I’m going to come,” I grit out. She looks up, locking eyes with me as she continues to suck and stroke me. “Are you going to be a good girl and swallow my cum?”

She nods. Fuck me. I thrust into her mouth a few more times, my orgasm barreling out of me. I see stars as I yell out her name and other, incoherent, things as she drinks every drop of my cum. Breathing hard from that life altering orgasm, I reach down and tug her into my arms.

“Shit, Aubrey,” I huff out. I pull her up to me and kiss her, tasting myself on her lips, running my hands along her back.

“Was that good?”

“Good? That was the best blow job of my life.”

She blushes. “That was my first one.”

“What?” I ask, pulling back to look her in the eyes. Fuck, it somehow makes it even hotter that I was her first.

And only, if I have it my way.

She stares down at the comforter, twisting her hands. “My sex life has been fairly boring.” She blanches. “I’ve had sex, but that’s been it. I’ve hardly ever done other things. Like this.”

Well, fuck me.

Chapter twenty-four

Aubrey

I can’t believe I told him that. I was so in the moment, proud of making him feel good, that my filter was temporarily gone. My face heats up at the admission, and I turn away from him. Ready to run and hide.

“Hey. Where are you going?” Brody whispers. With a sigh, I meet his eyes. I told my best friend about my sex life. We’ve never talked about sex. Hell, I gave my best friend a blow job.

“Can we not talk about it anymore? Please?” The last part comes out in a whisper. I shift on the bed, ready to move away.

“Aubs.” Brody’s voice is soft, and he gently tugs me down until I’m lying on his chest again. “Talk to me.”

“I’m so embarrassed,” I whisper, tracing his chest muscles with my finger. At least from this position, I don’t have to look him in the eyes.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s me.” He runs his hand over my back a few times.

I take a few deep breaths. Brody stays silent, rubbing my back. That’s what I love about him. He knows I need a moment to collect myself sometimes, and he doesn’t rush me. He never has. Unlike other guys I’ve dated who hated waiting for me to speak my feelings and would usually change the subject or walk away before I could figure out the right words to say how I felt. But not Brody. Even when we first met in high school, he was always patient with me. Never judging. He’s somehow always understood me.

Been my person. That thought has my heart racing. But it’s also what finally gives me the courage to speak.

“I’m embarrassed because you’re, well, you.” I wave a hand over him. “You’ve probably had way better blow jobs. Way better sex than with me. And here I am telling you all this.”

“Aubrey, look at me,” Brody commands, and I lift my head, making eye contact with him. He visibly swallows before saying, “I wasn’t lying when I said that was the best blow job I’ve ever had. Because it was you.”