Best of Friends
Best of Friends
Tongues tangling, eyes open, wild hot kissing. I felt myself being lowered to the floor, his lips never leaving mine. Finally we had to break for some annoying thing called oxygen.
‘Mmmm, fuck Billy, you’re making me crazy,’ my lover whispers hoarsely, roughly.
I grin. I’ve been driving me Dommeh crazy since we first met in New Zealand. Course, I could say the same about him. Deciding we’ve breathed enough for now, I roll over atop him, pinning his wrists to the floor.
Straddling his hips, I feel his hard cock rubbing against mine. I groan, and grind against him. His eyes are half closed, his sexy l’il mouth open and panting, that long pink tongue I love darting out to moisten his lips.
I lean forward and capture his lips with mine, biting and sucking on his lower lip. I can feel him struggling to move his wrists. I may be smaller–height wise that is!!–but I’m stronger. I grind my hard cock against his again and his struggles to free himself are replaced by struggles to raise his hips to meet mine.
Standing up, I reach down, grabbing his hand. I haul him to his feet, and grab his head, pulling his lips down for another kiss. ‘Bedroom, now,’ I order.
His gorgeous eyes darken with lust. ‘Race you,’ he replied. I’d expected that–he always races me. And he always lets me win. Cos when he wins, he gets to top me. Course, I don’t exactly complain.
‘Beat ya!’ I exclaim, hopping onto our bed.
‘Yeah, but I still win,’ he murmurs in my ear just before he closes his lips around the lobe, making me moan. He mimics my earlier position, straddling my hips, grinding his cock into mine.
‘Feck, Dommeh!’ I moan.
‘Aye, that’s the idea love,’ he whispers against my lips. Sitting up, he eyes me. ‘We have a problem. We are both wearing too many clothes.’ With that he pushes my shirt up my chest, and pulls it off me.
I skip his shirt, going straight for his belt. I want his pants off. I NEED his pants off. I need to feel his hard length pressing against me, sliding into my arsehole, hitting my sweet spot so perfectly as only he can do.
Soon, but not soon enough, we’re naked, and I’m pleading with my eyes for release. He smiles, a little evilly if you ask me, and reaches for the lube we keep on the table by the bed. He spreads a generous coating of lube on his fingers, and presses the first one against my still-tight arsehole.
‘Please, Dommeh, I need to feel you!’ I beg shamelessly. He responds by sliding his finger in up as far as the first knuckle. He teases me by pulling it out, and just teasing the outside of my hole.
‘Hmmm, Billy sweet Billy. . . I’m not sure you’re hot enough yet. I don’t think you want it bad enough,’ he coos in my ear.
‘Feck, Dom! Please!’ I’m trying to buck my hips, but his weight is placed perfectly to keep me from moving. He re-enters me with his first finger, all the way this time. Soon he adds a second finger, scissoring them to stretch me out. His middle finger slides in, and he goes searching for my prostate.
I know the second he finds that bundle of nerves, the equivalent of a g-spot. White hot light explodes behind my eyes and I cry out. ‘Feck!!! Ohgodohdommehpleaseohpleasefeckmehineeditnowpleasebabeh!’ I babble desperately.
Satisfied that I’m hot enough, Dom smiles, and positins the head of his cock at my hole. Slowly he pushes in, oh so slowly, til he’s buried to the hilt. Leaning forward, he kisses me, hot, wet, and deep. Holding himself up on his forearms, he looks deep into my eyes as he starts sliding slowly, out, almost all the way out, and then back in.
For a bit we make sweet love, kissing softly, whispering sweet, tender, loving words. Then the kisses get needier, the words get hotter, the thrusts harder.
I can feel his sac slapping against my ass, and he reaches down, grabbing my thick hardon with his slender hands, stroking. After more than five years together, he knows how to perfectly time our orgasms.
I feel the familiar tingle build, the pressure growing, like a spring tightening. I try to hold it, but it’s useless, and he knows it. ‘DOMMEH! FECK OH GOD DOM!’
‘That’s it baby. Scream my name, love. Scream for me.’
‘DOOOOOOMMMMMMEEHHHHH!’
My last gutteral yell pushes him over the edge, and with one last hard thrust, he buries his cock in my arse, spilling himself deep into me.
‘OI! BIIIIILLLLLYY! FUCK MATE! OH OH OH SHITE!’
Completely spent, he collapses half on half off me. He reaches up and cups my face softly, kissing me tenderly before we curl up facing each other, arms around the other, to sleep.
‘Love you mate.’
‘Aye,’ I reply. ‘And I you, m’love.’
