Page 61 of Love Bleeds

I swallowed, and then I gave a sharp nod. If this was something he wanted, I could do it. Hell, it wasn't just somethinghewanted. I wanted it too. Wasn't that why my skin had gone so red?

I couldn't deny it, though. I liked the feel of him in my hand. Liked knowing that I could make him feel good just by moving my hand a little. After all the uncertainties of the past weeks, this, finally, felt like something that didn't have to be complicated. All I needed to do was to stop overthinking it.

My best friend and I were here together, in this bed, trying to make each other feel good.

Nothing complex about that.

Nothing that required deep thought.

Which was good, because thinking became really difficult when Crimson's hand moved up and down my length.

My breath left me in a rush, my eyes squeezed shut. God, that felt... incredible. His grip gave me just the right amount of friction. Not too soft, but not to firm either.

I wanted to do the same for him.

Crimson made an interesting sound in the back of his throat when I stroked him. It wasn't a moan, not quite, but I suddenly very much wanted to hear one. Maybe if I just... kept going...

I kissed the side of Crimson's neck, then every other spot of skin that was within easy reach of my mouth, desperate to show him how much I cared about him, even if I couldn't find the words. I needed to show him that I wasn't just confused. That I wanted this. Him.

Crimson jerked me faster as my precum slicked his motions and the magic inside of me burned brighter until I was almost convinced that my body couldn't contain it, that it would spill out of me and into Crimson the moment our lips touched.

But I couldn't let him think that I was only doing this to make him remember.

I tightened my grip on him, determined to make this as good for him as it was for me. Determined not to make this about magic. And finally, he made that sound I'd been waiting to hear. A moan. It shot through me like an injection of a liquid aphrodisiac.

I wanted to hear more of that.

At the same time, though, I wasn't sure that I would be able to hold back much longer. It had been a small eternity since I'd been withanyone, and I hadn't really participated in a lot of self-care recently either.

That combined with the strange thrill of feeling my best friend's hand wrapped around my erection?

Honestly it was a miracle I hadn't ruined my pajama pants already.

Crimson kissed the top of my head, his breath falling hot against my skin. On impulse, I squeezed his cock. He moaned again.

That was my downfall.

Shuddering in Crimson's hold, I came all over his hand, my climax so intense I couldn't even breathe for a second or two. It felt like I was in free-fall from a height way too great to be safe.

But safe I was. With Crimson.

He smiled at me. I smiled back. I'd always kind of scoffed at the people who talked about having butterflies in their bellies, but that moment, I was no better--and honestly? It was kind of amazing.

"Enjoyed that?"

As if he didn't know...

Instead of responding, I kissed the corner of his mouth--and squeezed his cock again. He was still hard.

"God, Luke..."

I loved the way he said my name. It made me want to stay in this bed with him forever. It also made me want to finish him off the same way he'd done for me. I stroked him harder, trying to gather my cues from the way his breathing changed, from the way his brows knitted together, and from the sounds he made with his mouth so close to my ear.

If you'd asked me just a day or two ago if I'd ever enjoy doing this to another man, I would have said no.

I would have been wrong.

There was nothing sexier than hearing Crimson's moans as I drove him to his orgasm. When he finally let go, it was beautiful.