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I wasn’t entirely sure what that word was, but it had to be something good, something I wanted to be for Malik. Pretty. Beautiful. His baby. I wanted it all, every endearment. I sucked and sucked, using my tongue on every stroke, going less by what I liked for myself and more on instinct. I read his moans and shudders, using them to guide me as to what he liked and needed.
“Gonna come,” he warned.
“Want it.”
“Yeah, you do. So pretty, baby, the way you’re hungry for it. Show me, show me how much you want it.”
“Yes,” I moaned around his cock, motions increasingly urgent, rhythm giving way to something more primal. Less skill and more pure need driving me. God, I wanted him to come, and I loved his every groan and gasp, the way he panted, hips rocking toward me.
“Right. There. Baby.” His hand tightened on my head, and I made the same sound as him as the first spurt hit my tongue. I loved it, swallowing more and more as white-hot pleasure shot through me. Fuck. I was coming, Malik was coming, and so was I, and nothing had ever felt so perfect in my life.
Oh fuck. What did I do now?
Chapter Six
Malik
“Get up here.” I smiled at Avery, a bit sleepy because I’d just come like a fucking iceberg breaking apart in the hottest sun I’d ever experienced. I hauled him up next to me, careful of his prosthetic arm. “No idea how I’m supposed to follow that, but give me a minute, and I’ll try.”
“No need.” Avery was breathing hard, but even so, his tone sounded forced.
“What? Come on, man, you got to give it a go. My turn now, or do you think I’m gonna be that horrible at it?” I pursed my mouth. Avery had raised the bar super high, but I was still willing to give it a go.
“No, I’m sure you’d be…” Avery trailed off, then inhaled sharply. “Great. I’m sure you’d be great. I came, okay? I came.”
That was quite possibly the hottest fucking news I’d ever heard, and I had to moan, spent cock giving a little twitch. “Dude! Really? You came from sucking me? You didn’t even unzip.”
“Didn’t need to. Apparently.” Avery looked down at the rug like he wanted to memorize the pattern.
“Fuck. That’s hot.”
Avery evidentially didn’t believe me because his cheeks turned red, and he continued to not meet my gaze. “Shut up.”
“No, it is.” I patted his leg. “Want a shower? A pair of sweats?”
I wasn’t entirely sure about post-orgasm protocol with another dude, but sending him home all sticky seemed rather cold, especially given the heat level of what we’d shared. Damn. Avery could kiss.
That was why I’d lost my mind and agreed to the blowjob experiment because his kisses had stolen every bit of the logical reasoning I usually prided myself on. After those kisses, coming had never sounded like a better idea, but judging by Avery’s embarrassment, I really should have thought with something other than my cock.
“We’re not the same pant size.” Making a pained face, Avery stood.
“I’m not that much taller,” I insisted, standing as well. “I’ll find you something while you shower. You can sleep over. After the food, the drink, and everything else, I doubt either of us can stay alert much longer. Especially after that come.”
“Yeah, that’s it. We had too much to drink. I should go.” He pulled out his phone.
“Hey, wait.” I held up a hand. I should have predicted how damn awkward Petty Officer Dare-Me-to-Kiss-You would be afterward. “This doesn’t have to be weird.”
“Yeah, it kind of does.” Avery’s face wrinkled, going from vaguely pained to licked-a-lime and downed-a-shot levels of sour.
“Because you blew me? That was your idea!”
“That you were down for. You kissed me.” He finally met my gaze only to offer a stony stare.
“Because we made a silly bet.” I sighed because clearly, no sleepover was happening, and the pleasant rush of orgasm was fast becoming a distant memory. “And yeah, I was curious, but so were you. You sure seemed hell-bent on trying.”
“Well, at least neither of us has to be curious anymore.” His jaw was set so sharply it could slice a guy wide open.
“Avery. Dude. Don’t be like this. It was fun. We both got off. End of story. Nothing has to change between us.”
“Nothing?” He didn’t sound at all convinced.
“Nah.” I waved the hand most recently fisted in his silky hair. I was lying, and I knew it. No way was I ever forgetting those kisses, but I also could tell what Avery needed to hear from me. “We’re still buds, right? Just some bros chilling alone on V-Day. No one has to know, and we can still have a good time at work.”
“Work. Fuck. We work together.” He went as pale as my linen shirt.
