The Best Friend (Red's Tavern 1)

Everything was different with Mitch. He knew me better than anybody did, and no matter what we were doing, he didn’t lose sight of me.

“I’m okay,” I said, filling my lungs with air. “I guess I just can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe you want me.”

“I do,” he said. “And it’s as new to me as it is to you. But God, it’s good. I feel like I’m addicted to the way you feel, the way you taste…”

He kissed the side of my neck gently, slowly sucking the skin there. I was trying so hard to ignore the mountain of feelings that his words stirred up inside me. I was so sure it meant more to me than it possibly could to him.

But the feeling of his lips on my skin also made my cock jump again.

“I just want…” he said, trailing off as he pulled in a deep breath, his nose pressed into the crook of my neck.

“What is it you want?” I asked quietly. One of his hands reached up to my hair, stroking through it, as he lifted his head and gave me an irresistible, love-drunk look.

“Can I please make you come, Evan?”

12

Mitch

You never know something is missing until you find it. Right there in front of you, where it had been all along.

When Evan pulled me down into a deep, hard kiss again, it was all the answer I needed. I was going to get to make my favorite person in the world come, and I was downright giddy about it.

“Get these off,” Evan said, tugging at my PJ pants. I hadn’t even been thinking about myself at all, I was so focused on him, but all he had to do was ask. I reached down and stripped my pants off in an instant, lying on the bed next to him. I suddenly felt a little burst of shyness as I looked down.

There was no denying it. I was achingly hard now.

“This is wild,” I whispered, reaching down to palm myself idly. Suddenly I felt like everything had switched into hyper-reality, and I was aware of every small thing surrounding me. The way Evan’s hair was all messed up from rustling around on the pillowcase. The way his mouth was slick and his lips slightly parted as he looked at me. The faint sound of a cricket that was probably on the other side of the lawn outside, and of course, the sound of Evan’s breath near mine.

And his eyes. Those eyes that only ever looked at me with complete understanding. The only person in the world that I knew would never judge me, and would always, always be there for me.

“What are you thinking?” Evan asked.

“Just that I love you,” I said simply. “Always have.” His eyelids dropped a little as I said it. I knew I was probably overwhelming him, that I was being too much or too honest or too something, but I couldn’t help but tell him the truth.

He didn’t respond and I knew he was getting in his head again, freezing up and unable to really think. And I knew better than anything that when you were frozen up like that, the best thing to do was move.

So I did. I ignored whatever was making Evan freeze up and I leaned over him again, kissing him. I let my tongue drag across his lower lip and he opened for me, letting me in again. It was like something clicked inside him, and in another moment he was wild with hunger again, moaning deeply and pulling my body against his.

“Yes,” I murmured on his skin, letting my palms roam down to the smooth skin of his chest and stomach again. “Just let go. I want to make you feel good.”

“Please,” he whispered. “Everything you do feels so good. I don’t know how or why, but it does.”

“Maybe I’m just a natural at it,” I said. I was half-joking, but I realized that there was truth in what I’d said. I’d never felt like a “natural” at anything sex-related before—I did fine, of course, but it always felt like it took a lot of mental effort to be the best I could be.

Right now, I just felt like I was being myself. I was doing whatever I thought would make Evan feel good. I wanted to make him shudder again. Wanted to drag out every moan from him that I could.

If anyone deserved to feel fucking amazing, it was him.

“I want you to fill my mouth,” I said, kissing lower down his abdomen, licking against the groove where his hipbone jutted out. “I want to make you come, suck you dry, and then do it all over again as soon as you’re ready. My mouth is yours tonight.”

“Fuck,” Evan said, staring down at me, wide-eyed. “I had no idea you were into dirty talk.”