Only One Bed

“Hey! I do too! Well, I have zero talent, but Henry played the piano too. I’ve listened to a lot of it and trust me—you’ve got the gift. It’s special.”

Etienne watched me suspiciously. “You’re not just saying that?”

“Why would I? I already got you into bed.”

Naked. In bed. With Etienne.

Fresh giggles erupted. Etienne joined in, laughing until he smothered my snickers with kisses. He rolled on top of me, and I spread my legs eagerly. Fuck, it felt so good.

And we were naked! We’d fucked, and all signs pointed to it happening again soon, and how was this real life? I was going to laugh again, but I managed to control myself.

“Wait, wait, you have to finish the story.” I turned my face, dodging another kiss.

“You said you remembered.”

“I still want to hear it.” Heat flooded my cheeks. Was I being an egotist? Maybe, but it thrilled me to hear that Etienne had liked me for so long. It also made me feel like a blind fool, but I’d deal with that later. We were naked in bed, and I was happy.

“Happy” didn’t start to cover it.

Etienne traced my mouth with his fingertip. “You marched across the gymnasium floor and informed Brad that figure skaters were incredible athletes. You said I was way stronger than he was. So he challenged me to a rope climbing race.”

“Your shorts really were small. It’s all coming back to me.” I pictured him hauling ass up that rope, his lean, muscled legs long and arms straining. “I think… I think I thought you were hot.”

His eyebrows flew up. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. But I locked that shit down fast. We became friends. Best friends. And I started going out with Sarah Zimmerman. But holy shit, imagine if you hadn’t been able to climb the rope?”

He laughed. “I was definitely relieved. And Brad couldn’t even get halfway up. It was extremely satisfying. He still mocked me, but…” Etienne shrugged.

Running my fingers through his chest hair, I smiled. “He was on his own after our class went skating. You were amazing, flying over the ice. You and Bree won the novice title the next year.”

Sadness washed over him. “Yeah. And now…”

“It’s okay.” I rubbed his chest. How did it feel so natural? “You’ll figure it all out.”

He nodded, his thick lashes sweeping low as he kissed me. “So that’s when. After you stood up for me. And gave me rope burns on my thighs in my short-shorts.”

Laughing, I pushed him over onto his back. “Poor baby. I bet that hurt, huh?”

“It did!”

My heart pounded as I trailed my fingers down his hip. “Should I kiss it better?” Like, it had been years, so obviously his thighs were fine.

But I wanted to kiss him there. More than kiss.

Adam’s apple bobbing, he nodded and spread his legs, and I was kneeling between them, eyeing his thickening cock. The shiny head poked out, and I bent to swipe at it experimentally. Etienne moaned raggedly, which sent all my remaining blood hurtling south.

Was I seriously doing this? Was I going to suck cock? And not just any cock—my best friend’s?

His legs were dusted with dark hair, and I tentatively ran my hands over his quads, my thumbs dipping to his soft inner thighs. “Here?” I whispered.

Chest rising and falling, he nodded.

I ducked and pressed little kisses to the tender skin. He took my head, his fingers spread wide against my skull. But he didn’t press or anything. I could feel the tension rippling through his body, but he just held me.

The girls I’d been with had all been shaved and waxed, so I wasn’t used to all this hair. I think I liked it? I nosed at his balls, the hair tickling me, but I resisted laughing. I was going to suck cock, and I had to stay focused.

“You don’t have to,” Etienne murmured, apparently taking my slowness for hesitancy.

I lifted my head. “I want to. Really.” His cock was fully hard now, and yeah, it was scary, but I was doing this. “I want you.”

For a second, I thought he was going to cry. Then he nodded, biting his lip. He trembled with need and restraint, and fuck it. Time to just go for it.

So I did. I bent and sucked at the head of his cock, tasting bitter fluid. I grimaced, but no way I was spitting it out. I just needed to get used to it. Because I had a dick in my mouth, and I didn’t hate it?

I had Etienne’s dick in my mouth, and actually I kind of loved it.

Trying to remember the tricks girls had used on me, I sucked hard and fast, then slow. I explored with my tongue, pressing on the spongy flesh, spit dribbling out of my mouth. I stretched my lips wider and took more of him.