8. Jamie

8

JAMIE

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Gingerly, he tugged my jeans down, stopping when they rested under my ass.

His eyes were glued to my cock, and the heat in them reassured me that he wanted this as much as I did.

I wanted to say something witty, maybe crack a joke to lighten the mood, but I was frozen in place, helpless to do more than stare down at my best friend as he pulled my dick out.

Isaac on his knees for me was one of the most, if not the most, erotic thing I’d ever experienced.

It wasn’t just that I was about to get my dick sucked or that it was my first blowjob from a guy that was making it hard to breathe.

This was Isaac . My best friend, the person I trusted above anyone else.

But more than that, Isaac was an incredible person. He was the whole package, and of all the guys in the world, he wanted me.

That was heady as fuck.

Isaac dragged his tongue over his bottom lip and gripped the waistband of my underwear.

I held my breath as he gently tugged them down. My cock was so hard it ached, the head already shiny with precum. It sprang free, nearly slapping him in the face as he slid my underwear down my hips.

Isaac was staring at my cock like it was his favorite treat, like he wanted nothing more than to be on his knees for me.

My dick pulsed between us.

“Jamie,” he breathed, gingerly wrapping his hand around my shaft.

I bit my lip and locked my thighs, a loud moan falling from my lips.

“You have a really nice dick.” He huffed out a confused laugh and gripped me tighter. “Never thought I’d say that, but you do.”

“Thanks?” I laughed with him. “I bet yours is pretty nice too.”

“It’s not just nice, it’s a masterpiece.” He shot me a smug grin.

“You don’t say.” Taking a chance, I dragged my cock through his fist.

He gave me another little squeeze and leaned forward.

The rasp of his tongue against my cockhead was like getting zapped with a live wire. I didn’t bother stifling my cry, letting him hear how good he felt.

He smiled, his eyes lighting up like he’d won some sort of prize.

“You like that?” He did it again.

“Ungh,” I groaned, sliding my hand back into his soft hair. Gently, I twisted my fingers in the strands, needing that extra connection. “Cocktease.”

“Who, me?” He gave my tip a kittenish lick.

“Yeah,” I grunted like a caveman. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Good.” He grinned triumphantly.

“I’ll get you back for this,” I promised, then moaned loud enough to wake the neighbors when he gave me a few hard strokes. “Just you wait.”

“I’m quaking in my boots.” Chuckling, he started stroking me in earnest, changing the pace and angle of his hand with every other pump.

“Not helping,” I gritted out. It felt amazing, but switching things up so often was making it impossible to get used to any one feeling, and the effect was almost overwhelming. “How are you so good at this?”

“I have one too.” He stopped stroking me and pressed my cockhead against my thigh, then let it go. “ Sproing .” He made a noise like a spring snapping back.

“What the fuck?” I made a weird sound that was a half-laugh, half-groan. As silly as the move was, it felt kind of good.

“Sorry.” He didn’t look the least bit sorry. “I couldn’t help it.”

“All good. I’m fully planning on doing the same to you when it’s my turn.”

His heated gaze met mine. “You want to suck my dick?”

He hadn’t said anything vulgar, especially compared to how we talked to each other on the daily, but something about the way he said it made me feel like an awkward virgin again, all bumbling desire and zero chill.

“As soon as you’re done sucking mine,” I managed to get out without tripping over my words.

“Better get started then.” With another of his cocky grins, he leaned in and wrapped his lips around my cockhead.

“Holy fuck,” I gasped.

The wet heat of his mouth was incredible, and the little groan of pleasure he let out nearly sent me over the edge.

The vibrations felt amazing, but it was seeing him enjoy it, being able to watch his face and know that he wanted to do this for me, that made the moment so intense, so perfect.

Sucking a bit harder, he moved down my length, drawing about half of me into his mouth.

The sight of my cock in my best friend’s mouth was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, and it took everything in me to hold still, giving him a chance to get used to being on the giving end.

Carefully, he moved up and down my length, his pace agonizingly slow.

“God, Z,” I moaned, unable to look away. “You feel so good.”

He moved faster, his confidence—and his skill—growing.

Being careful not to pull too hard, I used my grip on his hair to move him a bit faster.

He took the hint, a look of determination crossing his features.

His big hands gripped my thighs, then he went to town on me, his pace fast and his suction hard.

“Oh god, fuck.” My legs trembled as my entire body went tight.

I was so close, but I wasn’t ready for it to end.

Isaac did this thing with his tongue where he rubbed it against the underside of my shaft, then pulled off my dick just enough he could circle my cockhead with his tongue.

“ Jesus .”

Before I knew what was happening, he swallowed me down again, using his hand to stroke the part of my shaft his mouth didn’t reach.

“Oh fuck, oh god,” I panted deliriously. “I’m so close. Just like that. God, Z. You’re gonna make me come so hard.”

He made an encouraging sound and started twisting his hand on the upstroke, exactly the way I liked.

I came with a loud cry, shooting into his mouth before I could warn him or pull out.

He tried to suck me through it but ended up letting my cock fall from his mouth after the second spurt.

The third landed on his cheek and under his lip as he coughed and tried to swallow.

The world around us went a little fuzzy from the force of my release, my brain short-circuiting as a sense of blissful euphoria washed over me.

“Holy shit,” I mumbled, blinking down at Isaac.

He grinned up at me. “That looked like it felt good.”

“It did.” I let out another shuddery breath, my body still tingling from aftershocks.

He wiped his cheek, looking absurdly pleased with himself.

Not thinking about what I was doing, I dropped to my knees with him, not quite as gracefully as he had since my thighs were still trapped together by my pants.

Pushing his hand aside, I tipped my head and kissed him. My taste exploded on my tongue as he kissed me back, moaning against my lips and holding me tight.

“Your turn,” I said when I could string two thoughts together again. “Up.”

Shakily, Isaac climbed to his feet and stood in front of me.

I’d thought looking down at him was hot, but it had nothing on being able to look up at him like this.

Eagerly, I reached for his pants. I couldn’t wait to see him too.

Fumbling a bit in my haste, I got his fly open, revealing a pair of black boxer briefs. The dark material made it hard to see his bulge, but I could feel the heat from it as I tugged his pants down.

“You’re not wasting any time,” he joked, his tone strained.

“What can I say? I’m excited to get my prize.”

“My dick is your prize?” He huffed out a little laugh.

“You’re the one who said it’s a masterpiece.” Grinning up at him, I traced one finger over his length.

He felt hot and hard under my finger, and my own dick pulsed as blood rushed south again.

“Jamie,” he groaned, his breaths coming out in little pants.

Not wanting to wait a moment longer, I peeled his briefs down, releasing his cock.

I watched in rapt fascination as it sprang up, so hard it almost touched his stomach.

He had a nice dick.

It felt almost absurd to think so, but it was long and thick with a flared head and heavy balls.

He was also a manscaper, and I couldn’t help noticing that we were almost the same size. He had a bit of girth on me, but I was a touch longer.

“What was that chuckle for?” he asked breathlessly.

“You didn’t lie.” I glanced up at him. “Your dick is a masterpiece.”

“God, Jamie. You have no idea how hot you look right now,” he said, his eyes blazing with not just heat but also desire.

He wanted this, but more than that, he wanted me.

Another of those little thrills moved through me. I loved knowing that he was enjoying this as much as I was.

“Seeing you on your knees for me.” He shuddered, closing his eyes momentarily. “Better than any fantasy.”

“You’ve thought about this?” I had to ask. I needed to know.

I’d spent more than one night fighting the urge to jerk off as thoughts of Isaac rolled around in my head. I’d tried to fight it, but each time I’d given in, coming to the vision of him on his knees for me or me on my knees for him. Then, when the afterglow faded, I was left feeling guilty as hell and more confused than ever.

It helped to know Isaac had struggled, too. That I wasn’t the only one who was trying to figure stuff out.

“So many times.” He gently stroked his fingers through my hair. “Too many times,” he added softly.

My head spinning with good feels and happiness, I gripped his cock.

Holding another man’s dick wasn’t weird, but I had no idea if that was because I had a dick too, or because I was holding Isaac’s. I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be this comfortable with anyone else, so it was possible I was only enjoying this because of who I was with.

Pushing that thought aside, I flicked my gaze to Isaac’s face and stroked him, testing out different grips and speeds and using his reactions to see which he liked best.

“Now who’s the cocktease?” he gritted out, bucking his hips to try and force me to go faster.

“Impatient much?” Using my other hand, I gripped his hip and held him still.

“You would be too if you’d just spent ten minutes with your dick in your mouth.” He blew out a shaky breath.

Not wanting to drag it out any more than I already had, I stopped stroking and ran my tongue over his tip, then gently circled his head with it.

He groaned and gripped my hair, his thighs shaking and his stomach muscles trembling.

“You taste good.”

He let out a strangled sound and shook his head. “Jesus, Jamie. Your mouth is going to kill me.”

“This mouth?” With a wicked grin, I closed my lips around his cockhead and sucked.

His taste filled my senses, dark and heady and a little wild. Similar to mine, but with something that was uniquely him.

I groaned and took more of him, wanting more of his taste, his girth, just more.

He moaned and rolled his hips, helping me find a rhythm as I moved over him, getting used to it. Isaac didn’t seem to notice my fumbling as he pumped into my mouth.

“Fuck, Jamie,” he panted, slowing his hips. “I’m close.”

As much as I wanted to keep teasing him, to watch him come apart and know that I was the one blowing his mind, among other things, I wanted his orgasm more.

Using my hand on the part of him I couldn’t take, I stroked him in tandem with my mouth, doing that little twist trick he’d done on me.

“That’s it,” he panted. “Just like that. Fuck. I’m coming.”

He tried to pull back, but I stuck with him. I didn’t think I’d manage to swallow it all, but I wanted to try.

He came with a cry, his body shaking and his muscles tense.

The first ribbon of his release hit the back of my throat. I pulled off him, coughing like a moron and staring up at him as he stroked himself through his orgasm, angling his cock down so he came on the floor and not all over my face.

A part of me was disappointed, which was such a mindfuck I almost started choking again. Was I into facials?

“Holy crap.” He sank to his knees, his body weak and his eyes glassy. “Jesus, you’re good at that.”

“Helps that I have a dick too.” I wrapped my arms around him and tugged him close.

He melted against me, half hugging, half leaning on me.

Being able to hold him like this was just as hot as blowing him. The closeness and intimacy of the moment was incredible—and a little terrifying.

I’d never felt even a fraction of the passion and desire I did for Isaac with anyone else. Not a single sexual experience could even hold a candle to what we’d just shared, and I didn’t know what to do with that.

If I felt that much from a mutual blow job, what would I feel when we did more?

My heart kind of skipped a beat.

When we did more .

One time would never be enough with him, but what if he didn’t want that? What if this proved to him that he wasn’t into guys, and this was it?

“Next time we’re doing that sitting,” he mumbled against my neck.

“We are?” I rubbed his back, a smile sliding over my lips as some of my anxiety faded.

“Oh yeah. Standing Os are amazeballs, but dangerous when they come from you. Gravity was not my friend just then.”

“Amazeballs?” I teased.

“Awesomesauce. Fan-fucking-tastic. Take your pick.” He nuzzled his cheek against my neck. “My bones feel like they were replaced with jelly.”

“I take it you liked that?” I teased, sinking into the moment and the afterglow. I could freak out about everything later.

He pressed a few soft kisses into my skin and let out a happy sigh. “I can confidently say that I enjoyed that.”

I laughed, a weird little flash of euphoria hitting out of the blue. “You did?” I pretended to be shocked. “I couldn’t tell.”

“Shut up.” He pinched my ass.

“Hey!” I yelped and jumped, nearly sending us toppling over.

“You liked it too.” He bumped his soft dick against my semi. “Hello. Feels like someone’s trying to get back in the game, coach.”

“He can stay on the bench. Game’s over.”

Isaac sort of peeled himself off me as he let go, then fell back on his heels with a bewildered laugh. “We blew each other.”

I sat back on my heels too. “We did.”

Seeing Isaac out of it and a bit silly from his orgasm warmed my chest. I liked knowing I made him feel that good.

“I’d say that was a success. Ten out of ten.” He tossed me a goofy grin. “No notes.”

“Cosigned.” I paused, my smile dropping a bit. “Did it answer anything for you?”

Isaac shrugged and shifted his hips so he could pull up his pants. “Sort of? I mean, I already figured I’d like blowing you considering how many times I’ve thought about it.”

I did the same, tucking my dick away in the process.

“But I honestly don’t know if it’s because it was you or if I’m into guys in general,” he continued.

“Yeah.” Disappointment and pride filled me at the same time, which was a strange combination. I liked hearing that he’d been just as rocked by the exchange as me, but it didn’t help either of us answer the burning question of our sexualities. “It’s the same for me. I loved every second of that, but I have no idea I’d feel the same if it was anyone except you.”

Slowly, like his legs were still a bit shaky, Isaac got to his feet. I did the same, and we kind of stood there, staring at each other.

The silence stretched, growing around us like a living thing until I could feel it pressing down around us.

“I guess we should go to bed?” I suggested, my cheeks flushing at how that could be taken multiple ways. “It’s getting late,” I added lamely.

“Yeah.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I need to take a shower. Do you want to go first?”

“You go ahead.”

Great, now we were back to awkward and stilted.

“Thanks.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked on his feet, the same way he did when he wanted to escape an uncomfortable situation. “I guess I’ll go do that.”

“Okay. Have fun. I mean, have a good night. And a good shower,” I babbled, waving at him like a dumbass.

“I’ll try.” The corners of his lips curled up in a smile. “Night.”

“Night,” I echoed, dropping my hand, and my eyes, with a silent curse. Way to not be awkward, dumbass .

“Jamie.”

I looked up at him.

“We’re okay.”

Relief filled me at not just his words, but also his reassuring smile.

Hooking up with my best friend was confusing. It was uncharted territory for both of us, but it didn’t have to be a big deal. I just needed some time to get my head in order, and everything would be fine.