Page 24 of Accidentally Falling For My Best Friend (Chicago Awakenings #2)

OAKLEY

October

I know that I should move. Put distance between my aching cock and Parker’s ass. But what I should do, and what I want to do are very different things right now.

What did Cody say about chasing what makes you happy?

I fidget, tracing my fingers over the defined muscles in his abs as I admit how much I miss being able to sleep with him every night.

I hadn’t intended to go to sleep as early as I did, but I came in from my brief tour of the property, and Parker's brows were furrowed as he squirmed in the bed. I couldn’t tell if he was actually having a nightmare, or was just struggling to sleep, but I didn’t hesitate.

I just stripped down to my underwear and climbed onto the bed.

He relaxed slightly when I scooted in right next to him, but he continued to toss and turn.

I eventually stopped resisting my own desires and pulled him into my arms like I had wanted to from the moment I walked in.

He finally settled, and knowing that I’m still able to help him sleep after all of these years offers me my own deep sense of peace.

I decide to finally stop being inappropriate and go to slide my hand away from Parker’s abs, but he shifts at that same moment, and I graze something that's both silky and hard. It takes my still sleep-hazy mind a moment to catch up and realize the only thing it could be.

I just touched Parker’s hard dick.

I’m fully awake now.

“Oak, I’m so…”

“Horny? Join the club,” I offer with a laugh, cutting off what I’m sure was about to be Parker’s apology as I move my hips into him to remind him of my own current erection.

I don’t want an apology. I want an excuse to do it again.

Does it mean something that we’re both so aroused right now? Is there any chance that he’d actually want me to touch him again? To do more?

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Parker.

It doesn’t seem to matter that I can now casually acknowledge when I think other men are hot. I try to tell myself that the reason Parker seems to be the focus of my newfound most-likely-bi label is convenience, due to proximity and all of the time we spend together.

But it feels like an excuse. I can’t deny how much I want him specifically.

Kissing Parker was amazing. Jerking off in front of each other was one of the hottest moments of my life. There’s no pretending, even to myself, that I don’t want to do more. I want to touch him. I want to be the one drawing moans from his lips, making his face twist with pleasure.

I told myself to focus on what makes me happy, that I’d enjoy my friendship with Parker like I always have, and that I’d deal with any changes as they came. Well, Parker’s erection is right there as my own is digging into his ass.

I think it’s safe to say that things are changing. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t wondered what it would feel like to touch it, to do way more, honestly.

I decide to completely throw caution to the wind and go after what I want. “I could help you, ya know?” I finally say, sounding far more confident than I feel.

“Help?” he whispers in a pitch much higher than his normal voice.

“Yeah, I could help you with this,” I offer, moving my hand closer to his hard cock.

He inhales sharply, but doesn’t move at all, doesn’t push me away.

This whole situation feels charged. I woke up hard, I don’t remember much of my dream, just feeling safe and happy.

Now, though, teasing Parker like this, me wrapped around him in our bed, I feel out of control, desperate, completely at the mercy of my own desires.

My head is trying to tell me this is a risk, that this isn’t how Parker and I interact, that I could fuck up over twenty years of friendship, but I’m so turned on right now.

I want Parker. I’m not even sure what that means, but maybe we can help each other out in this moment.

I take another deep breath and try to convince myself that I’m brave.

I’m the CEO of an international billion-dollar company dammit, I shouldn’t be nervous to go after what I want.

He hasn’t said anything, but gives the slightest nod of his head, and I go for it.

Moving my hand to his swollen dick, I trace my fingers over the tip before working my way down his erection with the same feather-light touch, still surprised and impressed by the size of him.

I repeat the motion, and the lack of pressure must not be what he’s looking for because he lifts his hips as a groan escapes his lips.

It makes me giddy. As much as I want him, want this, I also want him to admit that he wants it too.

I’ve always gotten a kick out of joking around with him, and this is just a whole new level of teasing.

“Stop fucking around. Are you going to help me or not?” he grits out, thrusting his hips toward my hand more obviously.

“Should I? That wasn’t a very nice way to ask…

” I joke, trailing off when a deep, growly sound rumbles from his throat, sending a bolt of lust straight to my core.

“What the fuck was that noise?” I manage to ask with a laugh, still trailing my fingers up and down his shaft without applying any real pressure.

“ That was a very frustrated sound because you’re being a brat,” he huffs. “Oak, will you please touch my dick?”

“Much better,” I answer, my smile evident in my cheery tone as I finally tighten my hold, his hips jerk into my touch, and he lets out a groan.

It’s easily one of the hottest sounds that I’ve ever heard.

I want more. I feel like an addict who’s been given a taste, a tease of my drug of choice, and I know it won’t be enough. I don’t just want. I need more.

But his stupid pants are in the way. I don’t want there to be anything between us, so I momentarily let go, gripping his waistband as he lifts his hips so that I can lower his shorts and completely free his erection.

I’m careful not to pull his insulin pump, removing it from the pocket and setting it on the bed next to us before slowly closing my fingers around his hard dick again.

We’re both completely still, frozen like that as we take in the moment.

I just removed my supposedly straight best friend's shorts so that I could have better access to his cock.

But then he relaxes back into me. “Well, what are you waiting for?” he taunts, spurring me into motion. I don’t know what this means for us, but Parker is letting me touch him and I can’t think about anything else.

Obviously, I’ve had my hand wrapped around my own dick, but the feel of him in my hand as I slide my grip up and down his long shaft is unlike anything else I’ve experienced.

Holding him like this seems so different than when I get myself off, but I love thinking about how each movement or motion must be for him, how I can almost sense the ghost of it on my own aching cock.

Parker lets out a low moan and shifts his hips forward into my hold. I feel high off of the power I have right now, knowing that I’m the one forcing sounds of pleasure from his lips.

I try to focus more on what I like, what feels good for me, and quickly pull off to add some spit before returning my hand to his cock.

I shift so that I can watch over his shoulder.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” I mutter, unable to stop myself from commenting as I watch what my hand is doing to his dick.

“You’re huge. I can barely wrap my fingers all the way around. ”

He lets out another soft moan as I pick up the pace of my motions, up and down, twisting and adjusting how tight my grip is. “I wish that I had both hands to work with so that I could explore a little more, maybe play with your balls, or even use my mouth,” I admit softly right by his ear.

Apparently, I’ve lost all filters in my lust-filled brain. I’ve had plenty of time to imagine that scenario after my blowjob comment a few weeks back, so I don’t even care.

I can’t seem to help myself as I continue.

“ But my cock is grinding into your ass again and there’s no way I’m giving that up if you don’t want me to.

” He slowly shakes his head no as he shifts his hips back to meet my movements.

Even as a teenager, I don’t think I’ve ever been this close to finishing just from rutting into someone, but that's definitely where this is headed. I have absolutely no intention of stopping my building orgasm, and I don’t think I could try even if I wanted to.

I rub my thumb over his angry-looking purple tip, smearing the precum that’s leaking, and he lets out more of those intoxicating moans as he relaxes his head back further, drawing my attention to the sharp line of his stubble-covered jaw.

Without really thinking, I leave a sloppy wet kiss there, licking and nipping up the exposed slope of his neck.

He seems to have given up on trying to hold back his sounds of pleasure, and he’s picking up speed as he rocks his hips forward into my tight grip and back into my hard cock

“Fuck, Oak, why does this feel so good?” he asks desperately.

“I am pretty great, right?” I joke, earning another huffed “brat” from Parker. “I don’t know why,” I reply honestly this time, exhaling against his neck. “But I’m close, are you?”

He nods again in response, panting, like words would be too difficult right now.

He gives a couple more thrusts before I feel his dick twitch in my grip and I hurry to watch over his shoulder as thick ropes of his cum cover his chest. The sight of his release sends me barreling over the edge as well, the buzz of pleasure that had been building at the base of my spine quickly spreading throughout my whole body as I grind my cock into him.

I continue to work him through his orgasm, spreading his release over his shaft as it coats my hand.

I wish that I had taken the time to strip as well, so that I could have painted his ass with my cum instead of ruining my underwear.

Okay slow down. That might be a little intense for whatever the fuck this taunting hookup was.

Because that’s what this was. A hookup.

I just hooked up with my best friend.

When we’re both supposedly straight. I’m definitely not straight, but I don’t think Parker knew that.

Nope. That’s way too much for my brain to process right now after I just came that hard. I’m going to enjoy the aftereffects of my orgasm.

Eventually, when I’ve come down a little bit from the high, I remove my hand from his cock.

It’s covered in his release, but we’ve already gone this far, so I internally shrug and subtly lick it clean.

I don’t think Park even notices. I’m not sure what I was expecting it to taste like, but the salty flavor isn’t bad, and knowing that it’s Parker’s cum sends another jolt of arousal through me.

I’m not ready to let go of him, so I wrap my arm back around his waist and pull him in close. I don’t care that we’re both covered in cum. I just want to hold him and fall back asleep.

This moment feels perfect. Just the two of us, relaxed and sated in each other's arms.

I have no idea what Parker’s thinking about right now, and I’m definitely afraid to ask, but I really hope he isn’t freaking out.

I know I should probably admit how much I enjoyed that, how much I enjoyed kissing him, and jerking off together when those things happened over the last few months, too.

Parker is my favorite person in the world, and I am far too attracted to him to keep pretending like it doesn’t mean anything. I don’t know what it will mean for us going forward, but this did mean something to me, and it definitely made me happy.

So I’ll try to ignore all of the questions that are vying for my focus, and enjoy this moment for what it is as I give into my fatigue and drift back asleep, wrapped around the person who matters to me more than anyone else ever could.