12. Ollie

Ollie

Chapter twelve

So far, my date with Liam had been the best one I’d ever been on.

It was hanging out with my best friend combined with something more I’d been missing for a long time, and the mix of the two was staggering. I hadn’t known a relationship could be like this—effortless and thrilling in the same breath, and while part of me had wanted to keep going somewhere else, I chose to continue our date at my place. Hopefully, he wanted the same thing I did.

A repeat of the other night—any way I could have him.

“Wait, you want to start a playthrough of Final Fantasy X tonight?” Liam asked as we entered my house, which was a lot darker and emptier than I was used to. “I thought you said Tidus was a little bitch.”

“He is a little bitch, but it’s a fun game—especially if you want to up the stakes,” I said, waggling my brows.

Heat bloomed in Liam’s pretty blue eyes, and he licked his lips. “This isn’t rounds like in Mortal Kombat, so we can’t do strip rules. Although if we took off a piece of clothing for every random encounter, we’d be naked in about five minutes. Or every time Wakka throws a blitzball?”

I snorted, grabbing his hand and dragging him to my living room and the couch, where just last week he’d stripped down for me while playing Mortal Kombat. It felt like ages ago if I were honest—finding out I was getting a divorce and exploring this spark with Liam.

“More of a concentration game,” I said, lowering my voice. Hopefully, he caught the drift. Based on how his pupils expanded and he sucked a light breath in, I thought he did.

Sure, we’d only hooked up once, but I’d memorized every single detail about my best friend. And I could already see certain things he liked. He adored having his oral fixation satisfied. The ideas percolated in my brain. Honestly, his fixation meshed with my neediness for contact in the best damn way, and I couldn’t believe I’d gone years without this sort of mind-blowing sex.

“Now you’ve got my attention.” Liam closed the space between us in a few quick strides.

I didn’t hesitate and tugged at his waistband. “Strip down for me, and you’ll find out.”

Liam reached down, our fingers brushing as he snapped the button on his jeans and shucked them to the ground. The little blue lace panties stole my attention, and before he could strip farther, I slid a finger along one of the straps, following it around to the swell of his ass, which was mostly bare in his thong. I almost swallowed my tongue, and my cock woke the fuck up. Based on the bulge tucked into the silk pouch in the front, Liam was already turned on too. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting him—I wanted to so badly—but I wanted to fill him up and watch that dreamy expression float to his face even more.

“Fuck, keep them on. You wear these for me?” I asked, my heart thudding harder.

“Yeah, maybe,” Liam said, his voice taking on a flirty tone. How had I gone so many years without hearing this aspect of my best friend? This unexplored side of him was one I desperately wanted to learn everything about.

“They’re so damn hot.” I was unable to help myself from reaching around and squeezing one of his cheeks.

He cocked an eyebrow. “The panties or my ass?”

“Both.” Heat pumped through me as I continued to fondle his ass. Liam let out this fluttery little sigh I wanted to devour, so I didn’t hold back. I leaned in, my grip firm on his ass, and claimed his mouth. Another whimper escaped him, and this time I swallowed it down as I basked in the taste of his mouth, a lingering hint of the coffee he’d drank on the drive back. He was all heat and passion, melting in my arms as I ground my cock against his thigh while I groped and grabbed at that perfect ass. While I couldn’t wait to fuck him again, I hadn’t been lying when I said I wanted to explore everything with him—whether it was getting fucked, sucking his dick, sucking each other off, rimming him—whatever.

At those rampant thoughts, my cock grew harder, and I moaned into his mouth as I swept my tongue in to taste him deeper. He began to grind against my thigh, and his stiff length in those panties was turning me on badly. If we kept this up, I wouldn’t be surprised if we busted like a couple of teenagers.

I pulled back, my breath coming out heavier. “Okay. Want to suck my cock while I start the game, baby? See how fast you can distract me?”

“Ngh.” Liam all but raced over to the couch while I took my time following him. The way his supple ass bounced with his walk had me losing my goddamned mind, and while I might have the game on, I wouldn’t be paying close attention to it.

I popped the system on and started Final Fantasy X, a game both of us had played plenty back in the day. The title screen music sounded in the background. I had the controller in hand while I unzipped my khakis and tossed them to the floor. My boxer briefs were next. I sank into the couch and spread my legs, giving my cock a long, leisurely stroke as Liam dropped to his knees before me.

That sight was one I wanted to memorize. The thick strands of blond hair drifting across his forehead, those lush lips slightly open and tantalizing, his slender but solid form, the dusting of blond fuzz on his chest, those darkened nipples, the line of hair leading down toward the waistband of his panties. A little bit of pre-cum dotted the front of them, and I salivated because I wanted to taste him as well. Fuck it. I reached down, slid my hand into the front of his panties, and ran my fingers up his velvet cock, then brushed my thumb across the tip. It felt different from my own but a hell of a lot hotter than I’d anticipated.

Once I captured a bit of the liquid on my thumb, I brought it back up to my lips and sucked. The salty burst on my tongue intrigued me, and I let out a low hum.

“Fuck, that’s not fair.” Liam panted, the look in his eyes a little desperate, a little crazed.

“You taste delicious. Ready to play?”

“Oh hell yes.” Liam’s hungry gaze zeroed in on my cock. I gave it another stroke and crooked my finger to beckon him forward. He barely needed the encouragement. Liam leaned in and wrapped his hand around the base of my cock. The moment he licked my tip, a whole-body shiver rocked through me, and I grabbed the controller, trying like hell to get past the title screen. The opening for Final Fantasy X flashed on the TV, but my focus wasn’t on the roar of the blitzball game.

No, my focus was on the gorgeous guy on his knees in front of me, the one with those mesmerizing blue eyes with his lips wrapped around my cock. Liam teased the head of my cock with his tongue, little kitten licks and long, slow circles. The movements zinged through me with force. Going from mostly celibate to hooking up with the hottest person on this earth made it a hell of a lot harder to last. Still, I was a stubborn son of a bitch.

The cutscene with Tidus created a lot of background noise, and the controller might as well have been a prop at this point, as Liam played around, clearly enjoying himself. As he licked over the slit on my tip, I sucked in a harsh breath. He engulfed my length in his mouth, then his throat, and I almost shot up off the couch. My thighs tightened as he began to suck me in earnest, bobbing up and down on my cock. Saliva slid along my cock, pooling on my groin as swallowed me like this was his final meal. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I summoned every ounce of restraint not to just grip his hair and ride his face until I came.

The plastic controller might crack if I gripped it any harder, and fuck, I’d forgotten how long the cutscenes could be in this game. If I didn’t have a distraction soon, I was going to blow my load. The sight of Liam, his mouth stuffed full of my cock, his eyes glassy as he swallowed me down again and again, was apparently my kryptonite. His cheeks were flushed, and his long lashes fluttered as he kept on with his effort. The tight heat drove me insane, pleasure rushed through me, and my balls began to draw up.

The cutscene finally fucking ended, and I fumbled with the controller in a weak attempt to focus on the game. The slight shift reined in my impending orgasm. Barely. Except with the hot suction on my cock, paying attention to the game was nigh impossible, and hell, why would I want to watch that when I had Liam on his knees in front of me? However, the whole arrangement seemed to be working for him as he swallowed me down with a hunger that thrilled me. I loved how he threw his whole self into sex—he wasn’t checked out or just ticking a box. No, Liam was so expressive with me, so enthusiastic, and I found myself utterly fucking charmed.

He increased his speed the slightest bit, and that pace would send me soaring within seconds if I didn’t stop him. The tension increased a thousandfold, my orgasm barreling toward me at a momentum I wasn’t prepared for.

“Okay.” I tossed the controller onto the couch and gripped him by the hair. “Okay, baby. Enough.”

Liam batted his lashes as he pulled off and wiped his forearm over his spit-slicked mouth, lips slightly puffy. “What? I thought you were paying attention to the game?”

God, I fucking loved this flirty side of him, how it melded with his dry wit perfectly. How had this sexiness been right under my nose all these years?

I leaned forward and ran my thumb across his lower lip, red from sucking on my cock. “Well, it’s clear that my concentration’s not great, but let’s see how you do. Would you rather be sucked or filled up?”

“Filled,” he said, his voice a little breathy. We might’ve only hooked up a couple of times, but I’d noticed how much Liam loved to be filled—his mouth, his hole, whatever. Hot as goddamn sin, and I was happy to indulge.

“Let me grab a condom and lube.” He picked up his pants and tugged a few packets out of his pocket. I leaned back against the couch as he pushed to a stand, his knees reddened from kneeling on the carpet. His long, lithe torso, the trail of hair down his chest to the panties he still had on—all those little details cemented in my brain.

“Ditch the panties,” I said, my voice a low rumble. “I want to be able to play with your pretty cock while you’re sitting on mine.”

“Fuck, Ollie.” Liam’s cheeks flushed as his pupils grew wide with lust. I ran my palm along my length, loving the healthy coating of Liam’s spit gliding the way. He handed over the packets, and I ripped open the condom first while he tugged the scrap of fabric he called panties down to pool on the floor. His ass was fucking biteable and right in front of my face, pale, round, and perfect. I didn’t bother waiting, just grabbed his hip and sank my teeth into one of the globes.

“Oh god.” He moaned, thrusting his ass toward my face.

I bit another spot on his ass, my cock throbbing with the need to drive into him. I fumbled with the packet of lube, spilling a little on my finger, which I then smeared around his hole. Seeing it glistening there, the furled skin darker with some of his light hair around it, I was salivating.

“God, I want to rim you,” I said.

“You’re going to kill me.” Liam glanced back and gave me a flirty wink. “Next time, after I’ve showered. Right now, I need your cock. Aren’t I supposed to be playing a game?”

“Right,” I said, spreading his cheek with one hand and then sliding a finger into his hole. The way his hole clutched at my finger reminded me of how goddamn good it had felt around my cock, and lust dizzied my brain. I began to pump my finger in and out of his hole, luxuriating in the silken heat and the squelching sound as I worked the lube into him. Before long, I was adding another finger, and his breaths were coming in a little shallower.

“I’m ready,” he said, the neediness in his tone addictive.

“Then come on, baby,” I said, pulling my fingers out of his hole. I grabbed his hips, opened my legs, and helped lower him down. “Sit on my cock.”

He spread his cheeks wide, positioning himself so his hole brushed against my tip. I sucked a sharp breath in. This was going to be heaven but hell to resist coming my brains out. He sank down, taking his time and moving inch by delicious inch. If I thought he’d felt good before, this position was somehow even better, especially when those lush ass cheeks rested against my groin.

“Mmkay.” I reached out to my side for the controller and handed it over to him. “Go make Tidus throw a blitzball or some shit.”

“How long has it been since you’ve played this game?” he asked, glancing back at me, all while my cock nestled snugly inside him. He shifted that sexy little ass the slightest bit. Fuck, this was so goddamn hot.

“Unngh. High school, I think.”

“Don’t believe you’re absorbing much now either,” Liam said, amusement in his voice as he picked up the controller and started playing. The character’s voices sounded on the screen, and I could hear the click of him hitting the buttons on the controller while I sat here combusting with my cock in his ass. Not moving took every ounce of my willpower. Holy hell, I wanted to just fuck into him until we both were sweaty and sated.

I chewed on my lower lip and spread my legs a little wider to wedge in a bit deeper. Liam’s hitched breath was my reward, and while he continued to try and play the video game, I reached around his waist and wrapped my palm around his cock. The velvet length was warm in my hand, and the heft of it felt too damn good. I gave it a lazy stroke.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” he babbled, the clicking sound of the buttons on the controller ceasing.

I toyed with his cock, bringing my thumb over the tip to the sticky pre-cum pooled there. Damn, that was so fucking hot. I gave the slightest pump of my hips, and Liam let out this strangled noise I adored.

“Come on, don’t you want to play the game?” I asked, dragging some of the pre-cum down his length as I continued with a lazy up-and-down slide of my hand around his cock. I hadn’t been wrong—it was a pretty cock, all flushed at the tip and with a slight curve to the right. So different from mine, which was thick in comparison with no curve and currently lodged up his backside.

Liam squirmed as I played with him, and the micro-movements commanded my full attention. My cock ached with the need to fuck into him, and I seized on anything at this point. I leaned in and licked a stripe up his neck, then nipped along the cords of his neck.

“Fucking hell. Okay, I give up,” he said, dropping the controller to the couch cushion. “Please fuck me.”

“Thank god.” I kept my firm grip around his cock, but I rocked my hips, driving my length into him over and over. Bliss rocketed through me at a blinding speed at being inside this snug heat again, the smooth glide intoxicating. I was so pent up and not just from being buried in him but also from the sweet suction of his mouth beforehand. And even before, all the time we’d spent together, every brush of our skin, every touch, or every idle kiss got me hotter. Liam burned me up to a supernova, and I was going to explore.

“Oh god, Ollie,” Liam sobbed as I began to thrust in harder, moving at an accelerated pace. I couldn’t hold back. I let go of his cock and grabbed the opened packet to drag a swipe of lube from it. When I wrapped my palm around his cock again, I tightened my grip and picked up the speed. I hadn’t stopped pounding into him from behind, shifting my hips again and again to feel that sweet drag against the tight heat of his ass. The squeeze around my length, the way each thrust sent a fresh burst of pleasure rolling through me, made me want to just fuck him forever.

Except my balls ached, and my cock throbbed, and the need to come turned into a deafening roar. Sweat prickled along my forehead, and I nipped at Liam’s neck again, tasting the salt on his skin and inhaling the spicy scent of his cologne. My mind dizzied with lust as I lost myself in my best friend’s body, ascending higher and higher than I’d ever thought possible. My nails dug into his hip as I gripped his side with one hand while I fucked up into him, toying with his cock with my other.

His moans grew louder and louder, a melody I wanted to memorize, and the background music of the Final Fantasy game on the TV was sheer perfection. Because this was a collision of everything the two of us had become—casual and fun and comfort, all meshing with the hottest encounters I’d had in my life.

“Fuck, Ollie, I’m going to come.” Liam breathed out as I quickened my pace on his cock. I continued to drive into him, the tension inside me coiling tighter and tighter. Except this time I wouldn’t hold back. My breaths escaped choppier, my vision fucking shaking with the need that made me tremble. My balls drew up, and the orgasm raced through me before I could stop it a second time.

A roar burst from my chest as I came, the explosion of bliss causing my vision to white out. My cum unloaded inside him, and I tried to keep thrusting, even as my whole body was shaking from the ferocious wave of pleasure slamming into me.

Liam let out a long, loud groan, and his cock throbbed with his release. Cum splashed onto our thighs, dribbling down my fingers. Fuck, that was so hot.

We both sat there for a moment as we came down from the incredible high of our collision, my cock beginning to soften inside him. I leaned in again and brushed a kiss against his nape, and I loved the shiver rolling through him in response. Hell, everything about this date night with him was straight out of a dream. I could never have imagined a relationship like this—full of easy affection and incendiary heat. I’d always only gotten one or the other in the past.

My heart thudded a little harder as immense warmth bloomed inside my chest. I’d always loved Liam. He’d been my best friend from the moment we’d met in high school. However, the way I was feeling now still nestled inside him, my arms wrapped around his torso, his cum cooling on my skin—a depth existed in those emotions I’d never experienced with him before.

The rightness in this moment was staggering.

The rightness I’d spent the entirety of my marriage chasing but never finding.

I pressed a kiss to the side of Liam’s neck, three words bubbling inside me that were way too early to unleash.

“Can I just sit here like this a little longer?” he asked, the softness of vulnerability in his tone slaying me.

“However long you want.” I settled against the couch. “Grab me a tissue from the coffee table, can you?”

Liam snagged one and made a quick albeit messy cleanup of my hands and our thighs, then deposited the crumpled-up tissues on the coffee table.

I handed him the controller. “Go ahead. Play the game. I want to watch.”

He leaned against my chest, my cock still inside him, and I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding him tight. He began to play again, and I rested my chin on his shoulder, alternating between watching the game and him.

Contentment spread through me like a crisp beer on a blue-skies summer day, the sort of perfection you soaked in through brief moments. However, as each moment I collected with Liam stacked, one thing had become very clear.

I was in love with my best friend.