Page 82 of My Best Friend Is Broken

I smile and kiss him to show him that wasn’t the reason for my hesitation. My hesitation was mainly about every single one of my brain cells melting.

“I trust you,” I kiss. “If you say you are ready, you are ready.”

“But,” I add, pulling away.

Liam’s brows furrow and he frowns.

“Do you realize that you don’t have to bottom?”

Liam’s brows lift. His mouth drops open. Color floods his cheeks, his eyes widen and then quickly fill with hunger and an intense delight.

A laugh bubbles out of me. I can’t help it. His reaction is priceless. “You like that idea?” I tease.

He whacks me playfully on the shoulder. “Yes I do, dufus.”

I chuckle again and catch his hand to kiss it.

“But first…” he says a little breathlessly. “First I wanna know what it should be like. So when I… When we… I know I’m not hurting you.”

Oh sweet lord. This man is going to swell my heart so much, I’m going to have a heart attack.

“You wouldn’t hurt me. But thank you for caring so much.”

I kiss away from his hand, up his arm all the way to his shoulder. Then down his chest and across his stomach.

His cock is hard and leaking and so delicious looking, my mouth is drooling. But if he wants to bottom for me, I have a better idea.

I look up at him. His eyes are closed, and he is biting his bottom lip while his chest moves rapidly. His pink nipples are peaked, and for a moment I forget how to speak.

“I wanna eat your ass, is that okay?” I blurt out suddenly as the power of speech returns abruptly, with no warning.

His blue eyes fly open. The look he gives me is astonished, quickly followed by a burning, feral lust. He nods so eagerly that his hair falls in front of his face.

I grin and lower my head. I continue kissing my way down, bypassing his cock and going to the soft, soft skin of his inner thigh.

Gently, I lift and part his legs. Then I spread his ass cheeks. I glimpse his pink, puckered hole, and I cannot contain myself anymore. I burrow my face into his cheeks and devour him like a starving man.

My tongue laps over the ridged skin that rims his hole. The texture is a delight. The clean taste of him is a wonder. I’ve died and gone to heaven.

Liam moans. A soft sound of bliss, joy and pleasure. My cock twitches, trapped underneath me, against the mattress.

Fuck, I think I’m going to cum like this.

My tongue goes around and around. Then it flicks over and over. Then around and around the other way.

Liam’s cries grow louder. More primal. More feral.

His rim softens. Loosens. It starts to flutter. So, I ease my tongue inside him. Sinking in as deep as I can go.

Liam’s hips lift, and I have to hold his thighs and pin him down before I’m dislodged.

“Oh, Nicky!” he wails.

I grunt, and for a moment I think I’ve cum. But no, it was just very, very close.

I stiffen my tongue and fuck Liam with it. Flicking in and out of him as quickly as I can.

Liam keens and bucks and swears. He cries out my name again.