Page 47 of Phobia

“I could never hate you, Lark. Ever.”

“You mean that?”

“Yeah, I do. I mean, kinda hard to hate you when I’ve been in love with you since we were teenagers.” There. I said it. Twice in the span of two days. There was no taking it back, no way of saying I was only kidding. One of my biggest secrets was out there, in the open, and it was up to Larkin to decide what to do with that information.

Wordlessly, he slipped his hands around my waist and hauled me into his lap. Before I could ask what the hell he was doing, he wrapped one hand around the back of my neck and brought my mouth down to his, kissing me hard.

I shouldn’t have kissed him back. Not like this. Not when he was upset and clearly trying to distract himself. But I had no self-control or self-respect when it came to him. I was greedy and I’d take whatever part of him I could, hoping it would be enough to sustain me. And maybe now that we’d cleared the air, things would be different.

It wasn’t long before my dick hardened behind my zipper, straining painfully. I shifted my hips, trying to alleviate some of the discomfort, and inadvertently ground against Larkin’s hard-on. He moaned against my lips and a bloom of heat surged through me. I did it again, harder, loving the way his fingers tightened on the back of my neck and his tongue dove even deeper into my mouth.

He broke away suddenly, tearing my shirt over my head and tossing it to the side. Instead of resuming our frantic kiss, he pressed his lips to my throat and worked his way down my chest, peppering my skin with kisses and small bites. When he got to my nipple, his tongue flicked out, making my toes curl. He repeated it on the other side slowly, drawing out the sensation while his hands grabbed my hips and pulled me down on his cock, rocking himself against my ass.

“I want your cock in my mouth,” I said, running my fingers through his dark hair.

His gaze darted back to mine, wary and hopeful at once. “Yeah?”

I nodded, slipping out of his lap and dropping to my knees. I caught my lower lip between my teeth as I reached for his pants, glancing between the zipper and his eyes to make sure he was still on board. I mean, I assumed he would be. He’d always been ok with the idea of us “practicing” on each other when we were younger, preparing for our “real” relationships down the road, never mind the fact that Larkin’s excuse was feeble at best. But in all the years I’d known him, he’d never turned down a blowjob. At least not from me.

Sliding his pants and his boxers down his hips and along his muscled thighs, I exhaled when his cock sprang to attention. Just like the rest of him, it was absolute perfection. Dipping down, I dragged my tongue along his length, from his balls to the tip, curling my tongue to gather the first traces of pre-cum.

Savoring the taste of him for a moment, I sucked on the head before swallowing him down. My mouth slid all the way to the base, not stopping until his cock was buried in the back of my throat.

“Oh, fuck, Jamie.” He held either side of my head lightly, his fingers tightening and releasing in my hair, like he wanted to shove me down even farther but was holding himself back.

Easing myself back a bit, I bobbed up and down before deep-throating him again, taking him as deep as I could. When he squirmed beneath me, panting, I pulled back slowly, sucking hard all the way to the tip.

“That feels amazing,” he sighed, his thighs flexing every now and again.

Pleased with the fact he was enjoying himself, I decided to take it up a notch. Adding my hand to the mix, I stroked his shaft while I continued to swirl my tongue around the head of his dick, licking and sucking his crown like a Chupa Chup.

“Take your cock out,” Larkin said, running his fingers through the top of my hair and down the back of my head. “I want to watch you play with it.”

Heat flooded my cheeks, but I did as he instructed. Sliding my pants down to my knees, I sat back on my heels and gave my aching dick a few lazy strokes.

Larkin fisted his own cock, timing his movements with mine, watching my hand with rapt attention. “Just like that.”

“Like this?”

“Yeah.”

“What about this?” I shifted forward on my knees again and sucked his dick into my mouth.

“Shit, yes.”

Even though Larkin had taken over jerking himself off, I kept my mouth sealed around the crown of his dick, sucking and licking as his strokes allowed. My cock throbbed in my hand as I spread pre-cum along my shaft while my other hand gripped my balls, squeezing now and again to stave off the budding orgasm. I didn’t even need him to touch me—I could get off just by giving him a blowjob, but I didn’t want this to be over before it even started.

“Do you want to go to your room?” he asked, running his fingers through my hair again and gripping a handful to tip my head back, making me pop off the end of his cock.

“Sure.” A bed was infinitely more comfortable than the kitchen chair/floor situation we were currently in, but I didn’t want to sound too eager in case he took it the wrong way.

I stepped out of my pants, leaving them in the kitchen, while Larkin led the way to my room, still dressed for the most part.

Once he was there, however, he shed his clothes in record time and enveloped me in another possessive kiss that left me weak-kneed. His body, defined from years of wrestling and football, was scorching hot in terms of looksandtemperature. In the perpetually chilly dorms, being pressed against him was a relief. It was like having my own personal space heater.

Still kissing me, he wrapped his arms around my waist and maneuvered me backward to the bed. I scooted back to lay across the middle, but he shook his head and tipped his chin toward the pillows. “Up there.”

Furrowing my brows, I nevertheless complied. We weren’t usually pillow people. All the other times we’d messed around had been strictly middle-of-the-bed territory. Or the floor. Or random spots, like the couch or in a car, or even the cornfield next to his grandma’s house. Pillows implied a level of intimacy that had never factored into our experimentations—if that’s what you could even call this.