Page 48 of Give Me What You Will

“You want me to stop?” Sammy asked, eyes cutting across his face with a daring challenge.

Frankie stared at the man he wasn’t sure he ever actually knew until this moment.

“Tell me to stop, Frankie,” Sammy commanded, his hand beginning to pump and stroke him.

His belly quivered.

“Tell me you don’t want me to stuff this fuckin’ cock of yours in my mouth.”

Frankie’s eyes shot to his, widening, and he began to pant.

Sammy leaned forward, lips so tantalizingly close to his leaking tip. “Tell me you don’t want to fuck my mouth, Frank.”

He grunted, hips inching to meet Sammy’s slow, pumping fist.

“Tell me you don’t wanna cum down my throat.”

“Jesus, Sammy.” He was shaking now, unable to stop himself as he grabbed Sammy’s chin. “You’re not serious?”

“I’ve never been more serious.”

Sammy was suddenly reaching over and leaning Frankie’s seat back, giving them more room to maneuver, then opening the passenger side door to accommodate Sammy’s taller frame to stretch out. All thought had vanished from Frankie's mind. All reason. All logic. Gone. He was completely at Sammy’s mercy.

He pushed Frankie back down onto the driver's seat.

“Fuck,” Sammy dropped his head into his lap and licked the side of his dick, making him fucking tremble. “I’ve always wanted to do this.”

He felt everything.

Everything.

Sammy descended onto his cock with a vigorous, wanton need that left him breathless and staring. He’d had plenty of women suck his cock over the years, but never with this sense of enthusiasm or… skill. He fought the urge to buck upward, feeling the hard sucking inhalation of Sammy’s cheeks, the velvety caresses inside his mouth. All of it was intoxicating and good. So damned good.

Sammy worked over his tip, dragging his tongue over him, before lowering himself further over him. Frankie closed his eyes and for the briefest moment tried to imagine a woman, but nothing came. His eyes demanded to be open and watching.

Sammy sucked his cock like a champion.

Possibly the best he ever had…

Oh fuck.

“Jesus,” he groaned, hands unable to stop themselves as they descended on the back of his head, raking through the soft gray and brown curls. The course hair of his whiskered cheek grazed against his palm as he cradled his face. The intimacy of it. The closeness of Sammy like this—doing this—for him, unhinged something stuck inside him, loosening it.

He liked this.

It was the first time in almost a year that he felt wanted by his best friend. He knew this wasn’t what straight best friends do for each other. He knew this was crossing the line, again. But he couldn’t stop this from happening, nor did he want to anymore. Getting to touch him, rake his fingers through his hair, being engulfed by him was exactly what he wanted.

And maybe what he’d been missing this whole time…

Sammy bobbed and sucked and stroked, doing things with his tongue that caused Frankie’s thoughts to scatter into dust as he strained in his seat, trying his damnest not to thrust upward.

Sammy sensed this and slowly slipped up his cock, popping off it like a tasty lollipop, bright green eyes blown out with pure lust. “I know you want to fuck my face. So do it.”

He bit back a moan. “Sammy…”

“Fuck my mouth, Frank.”

Frank.