Page 60 of Shattered Dreams

How badly I want him, and us, and the unknown.

“Yeah,” I whisper, reaching for his face. My hand travels up his neck, my fingers delving into his soft, smooth hair. My heart is in my throat, my stomach in my chest. I’m acutely aware that what I say or do next… I won’t be able to take back.

He could hate this and decide this—us—isn’t for him anymore.

He could change his mind, and though that would be fine, I can’t lie and say I wouldn’t be disappointed if he did.

But something tells me he needs more than just my permission. He needs me to do what I’ve always done for him—give him the little push he needs.

So that’s exactly what I do.

I grip Andre’s hair in my fist and pray that I’m not making a huge mistake as I shove his face towards my cock.

“Now suck my fucking dick,” I bite, throwing in a “please” just so he knows I’m not a complete asshole, and a moment later I feel his mouth, warm and wet, his tongue brushing over my slit, and my eyes fall shut. All there is, is my fist in his hair, his mouth on my cock, and this feeling in my chest, three words stuck in my throat, suffocating me with the truth.

I think I’m falling in love with my best friend.

Chapter Twenty-One

Andre

Having Paul’s dick in my mouth is exactly as I expected it to be. He’s warm and hard as steel, slightly salty too. I’ve thought about it enough that it almost feels like I’ve done it before. I knew we would get here; knew I wanted to do it.

He shoves my head down but doesn’t force me. His grip eases up once I take him into my mouth and he lets me do what I need to do. I gag a few times when he goes too deep, but every time I do, he lets out this low groan that has me wanting to keep gagging on him. I don’t want to throw up, so I take it easy.

My eyes are watering, drool is pouring from my lips, but I suck him and lick him and do everything I like when I’m getting a blow job—which hasn’t happened in a really long fucking time, so hopefully he’s cool with this and will return the favor. Obviously, if he doesn’t want to, I won’t make him. That’s crazy. But I would really fucking like it if he did.

I focus on taking him deeply because I’m addicted to the sounds he makes when I do. When he tells me he’s going to come, I have to release him from my mouth and use my hand because even though I was ready for this, I’m not for that.

My gaze flicks back and forth from the pleasure on his face and the way cum pours from the tip of his cock as I stroke him through his orgasm. His body tenses, eyes squeezing shut as his dick pumps out cum.

When he starts to soften in my hand, his eyes slowly open, and he smiles. I smile in return, but my gaze goes back to his cock again. I lean down and swipe my tongue over the head. He gasps, which has me groaning. Not bad, but I will definitely have to prepare myself for that.

“That was so hot,” he says breathlessly.

“Yeah, it was,” I agree as I use my free hand to pull him into a sitting position. I start to take off his shirt and he helps, then I use it to wipe my cum-covered hand on.

“Really?” he laughs.

I shrug, tossing the shirt away and leaning in to kiss him.

His hands find the waistband of my sweatpants, quickly tugging them down. His fingers brush the base of my cock and my heart starts to beat even faster at the thought of having his hand or his mouth around me, making me come.

My phone vibrates from the table. We pause, and I let out an annoyed sound. But when I see it’s my mother, I quickly get to my feet to answer it.

“Hey, everything okay?” I answer.

“Everything is great,” she says. “Just wanted to let you know that Rylee already found her costume, and she’s ready to go home.”

“Oh, okay. Yeah, that’s fine, of course.”

“All right, well, I just wanted to make sure you knew she was coming home,” she says in that knowing voice.

“Really, Mom?”

“See you soon,” she says with a little laugh.

I end the call and put my phone down, turning back to Paul.