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He eyes me curiously.
I shrug, resuming my stroking. His erection flagged some, given the conversation, but with a little gasp and shudder, his cock perks up once more. “I told you. I never wanted it enough to try, but now that I think about it…I guess I’m not that surprised. And hell, not that it makes that much of a difference, but my best friend fell in love withhisbest friend. Turns out he’s bi too. So would ya look at that?” I waggle my brows to ensure he knows I’m joking when I say, “Maybe it’s contagious after all.”
Chuckling, he gives me a little shove. It’s quick to morph into a moan though, when I twist my hand, cupping his balls into my palm.
“I’m comfortable with you too, you know? You make this easy.”
He pouts. “You calling me easy?”
A low, raspy chuckle scrapes out of me, and I give his nuts a little tug.
“Okay, I might be a little easy,” he whispers, flushing.
I dart my gaze all over his face. “That. That right there is why, I think.”
“What?”
I brush my thumb down his temple, and like magic, his eyes drift shut, eyelashes fluttering over his cheekbones.
Christ, he’s going to be the death of me.
When he opens them a second later, I have to force a swallow.
“That flush. Those big brown eyes,” I murmur. “You’re just so…open. So…trusting, so needy.” I lick my lips, lowering my thumb to skim under his eye. “It’s dangerous. And these lashes? Fuck, I’m a sucker for these things. They’re so full, so dark, so goddamnpretty,” I say in a ragged hush.
He inhales sharply, arching up into my touch. “Nol…”
“You’re so…innocent…”
He blinks rapidly, nodding, and then in a raspy voice, he says, “Innocent, maybe. But I’m not naive.” The pointed look he levels me with reminds me of all he’s been through, or at least the little he shared with me.
I nod, telling him without words I understand. And while I can’t necessarily agree, I told him I wouldn’t bring it up again. Especially not now when I’ve got him in my bed, lifting his legs for me, and granting my wandering fingers passage between his legs.
“Are you…are you gonna tell him when you get home?” he stutters out.
The tip of my finger brushes his clenched hole, and a thin, reedy sound escapes his lips. He’s so vocal, so responsive. It decimates me every time.
“Your best friend. About you being bi,” he forces out.
I hum deeply, distracted, and turn my face into his shoulder, prodding my finger just a little deeper, not enough to sink in but enough to drive him crazy. Against his skin, I say, “I don’t know. I don’t really want to think about what happens beyond these six weeks, if that’s okay with you.”
Nodding, he strokes a hand down my back. “Y-yeah. Same.” He arches up, mouth opening on a soundless gasp when I nudge the tip just past the first ring of muscle.
Chuckling wickedly, I push up on my arm, curling it around his head. And I lean down, hovering my face just inches over his.
Letting my fingertip just sit inside him, I wait for him to come back down to Earth from wherever he went.
“Let’s live in the moment, yeah?”
His fluttering eyes drift to my lips, and something stutters in my chest. “Okay.”
Does he…does he want me to kiss him?
His tongue pokes out, quickly followed by his teeth.
“Don’t do that.” I murmur.
His gaze flies to mine, wide. Lips parting.
