The Best Friend (Red's Tavern 1)

“Oh, you are unfair,” I said, pulling him to the bed and collapsing down backwards onto it. He was above me now, straddling me, peppering me with kisses all over my jaw and neck and collarbone. His scent was driving me absolutely insane. It was more than just an irresistible masculine scent. It was everything about Mitch wrapped up in an unforgettable smell, something that for so long had represented something I wanted but couldn’t have.

Mitch had his hands on either side of my hips, and my body rocked beneath him as he kissed one of my nipples. He let his body sink a little lower on top of me, and his cock pressed against mine again.

“You’re so hard,” he whispered, grinding his hips against mine.

“Your fault,” I said.

“I love that it’s my fault,” he said. He looked up at me and the light coming through the window cast a glow over his face. His eyes were half-lidded and wild with lust. He wanted me. He wanted all of this as much as I did. It was like winning a lottery I hadn’t even known I’d entered.

I pulled in a slow breath and reached down, slowly undoing my belt and unzipping my pants.

“I’m sorry, I have to—” I said, and Mitch just shook his head.

“Don’t you dare apologize,” he said. “I was waiting for you to get these off.”

“You’re sure it’s still okay?” I asked.

He responded by hooking his fingertips into the waistband of my jeans and underwear and slowly tugging them both down. He let out a breath as my cock bounced free, hard as fucking hell, already a little slicked at the tip.

“Jesus,” he whispered.

“Too weird?” I asked.

“What?” he asked, furrowing his brow.

“You know,” I said. “Seeing… another man’s dick.”

He licked his lips, then suddenly he dipped and pressed his lips to the tip of my cock before gently licking up my precum.

“Holy hell,” I whispered.

“Nope,” he said. “Not too weird at all.”

My hips bucked involuntarily and my cock bobbed in the air right underneath Mitch’s mouth.

I was glad now that I hadn’t let myself indulge in fantasies about Mitch since high school. Because this—even this slight contact—was already better than anything my brain could possibly have conjured. Mitch wasn’t trying to hide his inexperience, and something about it was adorable and hot as fuck at the same time. He looked at my cock like it was some wonder of the world, positioning himself comfortably between my legs and stroking his fingertips along my shaft.

He was almost lovingly getting to know my cock. I’d never seen anything like it before.

“What are you thinking?” I whispered, my voice just a little shaky.

He shook his head slowly, squeezing one hand on my thigh. “I’m wondering why the hell I didn’t do this sooner,” he said.

And then I watched as my best friend wrapped his lips around the tip of my cock, slowly sucking me into his mouth.

My whole body rocked again and I swear to God I could have come from just that. I gripped my fingertips into the sheets beneath me.

“It’s softer than I thought it would be,” Mitch said, looking up at me when he pulled off, his lips slick and shiny. “The skin is like velvet.”

I swallowed hard, nodding. He dipped lower, running his tongue from the base of my balls all the way up my shaft, and I groaned deeply.

The motherfucker looked up at me again, grinning mischievously. “I love that I can make you do that,” he said. He put his head down again, doing the same thing more confidently this time, then pulling my cock back into his mouth.

My body was melting into the bed. Mitch spent a few more minutes exploring my cock and getting to know the rhythm of how to suck me off, as I dissolved into baffled bliss. There was still a huge portion of my mind that knew I didn’t really deserve this. I was so sure that I’d be a momentary experiment for Mitch, and that in an hour or two or maybe another day, all of this would be a thing of the past.

But for now, I just tried to stay in the moment.

I stared down at him, dumbfounded, just watching. In a few moments he looked up, meeting my eyes.

“Hey,” he said softly, coming up to lie down next to me. My heart was slamming in my chest, and I didn’t know what to say. “Come back to me.”

“What? I—”

Mitch gripped one of my hands, lacing his fingers through mine. He was on the bed by my side, just watching me, now. “You’re in your head. And I’m giving you a second to get the hell out of it.”

He knew me too fucking well. This wasn’t like any other hook-up I’d ever had. Usually I was the one who took charge, who led the way. I wasn’t typically overwhelmed when I was with someone in bed, to say the least.