d barely manage. He wasn’t just blessed with length, he was blessed with girth, too, and fitting the length of him in my mouth was a challenge. I started sucking on him like he was a lollipop, and as the seconds ticked by, I grew more comfortable. I started moving faster, enjoying the taste of him and feeling moisture trickle down my thighs.
Phil seemed to lose control at one point, and then suddenly, he sat up, forcing me to release him. He grabbed me suddenly and threw me down onto the bed in a fit of passion before pushing into me so hard that it might have hurt had I not been soaking wet at that point.
Then he fucked me vigorously. He fucked me so hard that the bed started groaning in complaint as it smacked up against the wall it was pushed against.
Our moans provided the background music to our simultaneous orgasms and Phil and I collapsed against one another in a frenzy that was made up of limbs and sweat and cum. Once we had calmed down, he walked me to his bathroom, and we had a hot bath together. He held me the whole time, soaping me up and washing me down tenderly and patiently. Once I had returned the favor, we dried ourselves off and donned comfortable clothes. Phil opted for soft boxers and I wore one of his older shirts.
We cocooned ourselves in his bed with both the cheesesteaks and the mac and cheese he had made. We ate off one another’s plates and exchanged our favorite scenes from our top-ten most-watched movies. I sat next to him, staring at Phil from time to time, wishing that I could freeze this moment forever, right where we were so that we would never have to leave his room.
Nothing had gone terribly wrong in my life and I was grateful for that, but nothing had gone terribly right, either. But now, after having met Phil, it seemed my luck was changing. And now something was going right—and I was terrified that I would lose it. More importantly, I was terrified that Phil would wake up one day and realize he was too good for me.
So I clung to the present, trying to commit every detail to memory, just in case time moved forward and we left the safe haven of this moment behind.
Chapter Nineteen
Phil
“Brent?” My tone was cautious—and with good reason.
Things had been strained between Brent and me for the last couple of weeks. It was more awkward because of the fact that nothing major had happened. It’s not like we’d had a disagreement or anything. We bickered lightly, but it was all just teasing and joking, so I had no real explanation for the strange new strain that had crept in between us recently.
I wondered if Brent was just pretending to be okay with the fact that I was dating his sister. But I couldn’t understand the reason he would pretend at all. I had known him for a few years now, and I figured if he had a problem with anything, he was the kind of guy who’d just come right out and say it. There must have been another reason he was so sarcastic and snappy with me, but I was determined to do my best to keep our friendship, particularly because I was starting to see a real future between Megan and me.
I thought back to the day I had returned Brent’s coat and found pot in the jacket pocket. Did that have something to do with it? I knew Brent smoked up regularly, I had been with him a couple of times when he was high, but I thought it was merely recreational use. And, I also knew he smoked up maybe a couple of times a month. Lately, however, I actually thought he had cut down. Maybe that was the reason he was so moody with me…withdrawal symptoms or something like that.
“Yo,” he said, in his old tone.
“Yo,” I said, back.
“What are you doing now?” he asked.
“Uh… I was—”
“Don’t say you were going to meet my sister.”
I paused. “We don’t actually have plans, but—”
“Good,” he said, cutting me off. “Then you’re free?”
I suppressed a sigh and decided to throw the guy a bone. I figured spending some time with him might also help me figure out what his deal was. I knew he had quit his job months ago. He had mentioned starting up something on his own, but my life had been a little too hectic, and I had neglected to ask him any more questions about his business venture, as he liked to put it.
“Sure,” I replied.
“Excellent.”
“What do you have in mind?” I asked. “And please…no strip clubs.”
“Are you sure?” Brent asked. “There’s this club I know that serves a mean breakfast buffet.”
“You’re kidding?”
“Nope, good food and great entertainment all in one place.”
I shook my head. “How about we go down to the courts and shoot some hoops?” I suggested.
“Okay, I’m game,” he agreed willingly.
“I’ll meet you down at the court in twenty minutes?”