Page 84 of My Best Friend Is Broken

He is soft and hot around me, and it feels so fucking good.

I work my finger in and out. And the side to side, followed by around and around.

I watch him closely again as I slip in a second finger. This time he throws his head back and his hands clench the sheets. He moans beautifully, the sound speaking straight to my cock, which swells even more in response.

“It feels so good, Nicky,” he breathes.

My eyes nearly roll back, but I manage to concentrate. I add a third finger and Liam goes wild. He gasps and thrusts his hips. A whine pours out of him. Primal and hungry. His thighs begin to shake. He spreads them wider and lifts up in a clear, beseeching plea.

Oh lord. This is the hottest moment of my entire life.

I pull my fingers out, rip off my boxers and quickly position myself over him.

Then good sense strikes.

“Shit! I don’t have any condoms.”

Liam’s blue eyes fly open. He stares at me in outrage.

I swallow tightly. “I didn’t think I was going to get lucky.”

Liam shakes his head at my incompetence. Then he closes his eyes and growls in frustration.

“When was the last time you were tested?”

My insides twist uncomfortably. “Um… about that…”

Liam’s eyes fly open again, and he lifts his head off the pillow. “What the hell, Nicky? You’ve never been tested? You’ve got to take care of yourself!”

Concern, anger and disappointment swirl in his eyes and I can’t stand it.

“I don’t need to get tested. I haven’t… I’ve never…”

“Never what?”

“Had sex,” I confess weakly.

Nicky blinks. “With anyone? Girls? Topping? Bottoming?”

I shake my head.

His eyes grow almost comically wide. “Why?” he asks in such a tone of bewildered confusion that I nearly laugh.

“It never felt right,” I shrug. “Now, I realize I was waiting for you.”

He blinks again. Then his eyebrows rise. Then he is yanking me down and kissing me fiercely.

“You crazy, over the top romantic bastard,” he gasps in between hungry kisses.

His hands cradle my head, and I’m lying fully on top of him, but he doesn’t seem to mind my weight. His legs are spread around my hips. I can feel his hard cock against my stomach.

“Give me your cock, Nicky.”

His hands drop down to my ass and squeeze. I grunt and shift my weight onto one hand so I can grab my cock with the other.

I notch the head of my cock against his rim. He groans. My heart is pounding a million beats a minute. I start to push forward, the tip of my cock spreading his rim wide easily from where I have opened him well.

I can feel him against my cockhead. Heat and pressure. My hips are desperate to thrust, to bury myself deep and feel that sensation enveloping all of my cock.