Chapter 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

OWEN

Decisions needed to be made.

Option one involved changing my name and getting plastic surgery to alter my face so I could disappear. I didn't have many talents outside of design, but I could clean, so housekeeping was an option to support myself. Option two was to claim temporary insanity and possibly amnesia. If Barrett mentioned anything, I'd pretend I didn't know what he was talking about. It felt a little gaslighty, but under the circumstances, that was potentially forgivable.

Ugh. The genie was out of the bottle and tap dancing wherever a genie would tap dance. The floor seemed wildly uninspiring, given their talents. Possibly a table, but that sounded like a drunken frat party.

I gave myself a mental head shake because where genies did their thing shouldn't be my biggest worry. What I needed to worry about was how I would navigate this mess I'd found myself in.

I'd asked Barrett to leave it alone until we were back in town, but the keys would be here soon. Town would only be two and a half hours after the keys arrived. It would take some kind of miracle to figure out how to extricate myself from this without humiliating myself or losing my best friend.

Oh God . I fucked Bear. Well, he fucked me, but not the point. We fucked, and now I didn't know where we stood. I needed us to be good because… oh my God .

I wasn't a virgin anymore. My V-card was punched, tattered, torn up, and lit on fire. I was pretty sure Barrett had enjoyed our fucking. He'd obviously gotten off and hadn't commented on the parts I'd struggled with, so if he hated it, that'd been well hidden.

But even if he had hated it, Barrett would never say anything. And now I really needed to know if he'd liked it. Even if we couldn't do it again, I had to know he'd been satisfied.

I hoped all that time with toys and porn had paid off. My time spent watching porn did not cover this scenario. I needed to put a pin in this one because the next horrifying thought was cued up in my anxiety loop.

When Barrett's hand slid from my shoulder to around my torso and tucked me closer, all my recriminations and racing thoughts emptied straight out of my head, replaced by sparks and tingles that sent blood thrumming through my veins. My morning wood stiffened, and I internally groaned at my foolishness.

What I should have done was gotten out of bed, gotten dressed, and pretended the previous twelve hours hadn't happened. Since I hadn't done that, I was still in bed while a gorgeous giant of a man slowly explored my body.

His fingers slipped under my shirt to find one of my nipples, which he rubbed and pinched and plucked until it was a hard nub that would only feel relief from his mouth. Barrett's hand slid farther across my body, found the other, and repeated the treatment. My traitorous body involuntarily jerked and then ground itself against the growing length snuggled up the crack of my ass.

It was an out-of-body experience. As much as I willed myself to stop grinding, stop the moaning that had accompanied the jerk, the more my sleepy brain said never mind and continued down the path already in progress.

My body cried for relief but even my inexperienced self knew I was entirely too sore for a repeat of yesterday's activities. That didn't mean I couldn't enjoy the feeling of Bear's now fully hard cock rubbing against my crack and hole.

His fingers that teased my nipples moved farther down my body. Now his fingertips traced over where a six-pack would be if I had one, which I didn't, and along the slight indent of my waist. His fingers found the minuscule indention of my hipbone where I lay on my side.

I knew this was the last time I'd have this, which was the sole reason I didn't force myself out of bed. We'd had a moment yesterday, but that had been about trauma and adrenaline. I had no excuse for this morning, but I'd find one later. Right now, I only wanted to stop thinking and enjoy the sensation of Barrett's fingers smoothing the skin around my cock and balls.

I had never been so glad that I preferred a hair-free existence. There was nothing to run interference between his skin and mine. I was unable to swallow the groan that came when his fingers dipped and found my cock. He was asleep, and I wasn't, but I didn't want him to wake up. In a fully awake state, he would stop, and that might, quite literally, kill me.

Barrett's fingers dipped lower and fully encircled my aching dick. There was no holding back the unexpected moan that escaped my throat. I did my best to silence the sound, but it still came out in a strangled groan.

Under his sleepy ministrations, my body was on fire. What I desperately wanted was to reach behind me and feel the heavy weight of his cock in my hand, but since he wasn't awake, I felt kind of squiffy about that. Another stifled groan was wrested from me, and this time, his fingers tightened around my cock. My responding whimpers must have been the final straw. His startled gasp broke the cocoon around us. He was awake now, and my fantasy would come to a quick conclusion.

"Babe?"

"Yeah, I'm awake."

My tone was grumpy because I'd been so close to having one more taste of him, and my own noises had thwarted it. Dammit.

"Did I wake you?" Barrett asked and then promptly buried his nose in the crook of my neck.

He edged along the column until he reached my earlobe. His gentle nibbles sent sparks through me. In my mind, I weighed the very good and proper reasons I should push myself out of bed. I should tell him yesterday was a mistake and out of character. I needed to say it was a one-time thing that changed nothing in our friendship. We'd be as strong as we ever were. I'd remind him that over a decade into this friendship, there was no chance of us walking away unscathed if we had a repeat of yesterday's wonderful, superb, magnificent, overwhelming, glorious encounter between his dick and my ass.

I moaned instead.

"I'm going to take that to mean you don't care if I did."

Barrett's available hand slid under my borrowed sweatpants. His exploration ended with a hand on my bare ass. His fingers crossed over my crack before dipping to find my sore and swollen hole. I knew it would hurt like hell, but I also knew I'd let him have me again if he wanted it.

"Oh, babe. I know you said it had been a while, but you feel so swollen. Did I hurt you? Was I too rough? "

The concern in his voice almost broke me. I always told Bear the truth, except for this secret place well hidden inside my heart. Every part of me screamed to tell him the truth and face the repercussions. I knew I couldn't do that, but there was no damn way I'd let him think he'd done something wrong. The memory of our only time together shouldn't be sullied with regret. I flipped myself around so I could face him directly. Morning breath be damned.

"You didn't hurt me. You were perfect, and being a little sore isn't going to kill me."

Barrett's hand had landed on my hip when I turned over. Once the shock of his words wore off, I realized I was face-to-face with his bare chest. His thick cock nudged against my stomach. The vast expanse of his chest made me itch to do more exploration of his body because it was a thing of beauty.

He spent long hours in the gym creating the muscles and planes I was currently ogling. I wanted to trace every tattoo with my tongue, repeat with fingers, and another round with my tongue. His blond hair was mussed and his brown eyes were hooded with sleep and lust.

I wanted him. I wanted Barrett, and if today, this morning really, was the last I'd get of him, then I was going to taste him. I'd swallow him down until he left a piece of himself in me, and then I could take him out of this bed with me. Although, now that I'd said it to myself, it sounded creepy as hell. Maybe I should care about that, but I didn't. Not one single little bit.

With my newfound resolve, I pushed his shoulder until he took the hint and lay on his back. I pulled back the covers and scooted down the bed before nudging his knees apart and climbing between them. I glanced up and caught a sleepy smile settling on his plump lips. Ugh. I knew I needed to clarify what happened when we left this bed .

"You know we go back to how we were before when we leave this bed, right?"

"We don't have to."

"Yeah, we do. That's the deal. We go back as if it never happened."

I needed him to agree to get to part two of my plan. His aggrieved sigh wasn't a reassuring sign.

"Is that what you want? Really and truly?"

"Yes," I lied.

"Then I guess that's what we'll do."

With a little effort, he managed to get his briefs off.

Finally.

My imagination and porn hadn't fully prepared me for the heady feelings that came from seeing this particular appendage in real life. Barrett's cock was thick with a prominent vein that ran along the underside.

At the moment, his shaft was flushed a deep red with a few beads of precum making the head shiny. I gingerly explored with my fingertips, memorizing the feel and shape. I gently scraped my blunt nails along it, and Bear responded with a full-body shudder. My hand drifted down to cup his heavy balls, already tight and drawn up a bit. They rested in a thick bed of reddish curls.

I loved the difference between our bodies. Mine was smooth, whereas his was hairy. I leaned down to nuzzle him and got lightheaded. My nose was buried in his wiry nest of curls, and I couldn't resist mouthing his balls. I slipped one into my mouth and firmly sucked.

His accompanying gasp, then guttural groan, spurned on my exploration. After the same treatment and reaction, I traced that underside vein on his dick with my tongue. The tip of my tongue found that secret little spot of nerves just under the head, and Barrett shouted. I'd never felt so powerful. This incredibly sexy man was shouting for me. It was beyond anything I'd imagined.

I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, and Barrett's hands gripped my hair. I sucked the spongy head into my mouth.

His hands tightened in my hair, and I swallowed him as best I could. His dick was thick, like really effing thick. Porn stars made it look easy, but I knew there was no chance of me deep-throating him. I wrapped my hand around the bottom of his cock and enveloped the top half in my mouth.

Barrett groaned, then thrust into my mouth. It was obvious he was restraining himself, but I appreciated the effort. Precum spurted from the head and trickled down my throat. I gave a few tentative sucks, then again with more speed. Barrett alternated between words of praise and muttered curses.

With my other hand cupping and rolling Barrett's balls across my fingers, I knew he was getting closer when they drew up tight to his body. I redoubled my efforts to make sure he came in my mouth. I wanted to make sure to capture every salty drop. If this was my one chance to do this, I wanted to miss nothing. When Barrett's words became incoherent babbles, I finally noticed how hard my own cock had become.

Before I could even get a hand on mine, Barrett's release was spurting into my mouth. I struggled to capture every salty drop and some leaked out of my mouth. Barrett, who had partially curled up off the bed when he came, collapsed back. When he did, he dragged me with him and pulled me on top of him.

His cum was still on my chin and lips. He scooped it up with his finger and fed it back to me. I dutifully sucked on this proffered finger and swirled my tongue around it. With a growl, he threaded his fingers through my hair and slammed our mouths together. I knew he could taste himself on my tongue, and that thought alone sent a wave of want rippling through my body.

My own cock ached for release. I was painfully hard, leaking precum in a steady stream.

After our searing kiss, Barrett released my mouth and put his hands on my waist. He lifted me up so his mouth was dick-level to me. Bear swallowed me whole, his cheeks hollowing and releasing in an obscene pattern.

My moans quickly overshadowed my squeak of surprise. Holy shit. How did he do that?

In fantasy land, I wouldn't be ready to shoot my load so quickly, but in this reality, I was already on the edge after a suck or two. I tried to pull out so I wouldn't come in his mouth, but Barrett's hands on my hips just gripped tighter and kept me firmly in place.

In the moment, nothing else mattered. It was just him and me and this bed. When I thought I couldn't take it anymore, my balls tightened and my release exploded down his throat. He made appreciative noises and sucked until every last drop had been wrung from me.

When my cock became too sensitive, he popped it out of his mouth. I collapsed onto his chest. Our rapid, panting breaths were the only sounds in the quiet room. The urge to confess my feelings was so strong that I pinched myself to keep the words inside. Even so, my mind felt empty and relaxed. If we could stay here forever, just like this, I wouldn't ask for anything more ever again.

I was still twisting the thought around in my mind when I heard the distant sound of Barrett's phone ringing and, almost simultaneously, a car door slamming.

Shit.