25. Dex

25

DEX

I'm confused for a moment after opening my eyes. I'm still in Austin's bed. We're smooshed together with his chest against my back, and it feels so good. I never sleep with anyone after a hookup, but this isn't just anyone. This is Austin, my best friend, and everything is becoming so blurred that it's hard to remember if we're just us or pretending.

I shift a little so as not to wake him, and that's when I feel how hard he is. He mumbles and sighs in his sleep, but now I'm having trouble concentrating on anything else, and so is my dick. He made me feel so good last night, took care of me when I was down, and now all I want is to return the favor.

But the sun hasn't even risen yet, and it would be rude to disturb him.

I lie very still, trying to fall back asleep, and that's when I feel him scoot even closer to me, his cock digging into my back.

"Austin?" I whisper.

"Hmm?"

"You awake?"

"Barely. Sorry about the morning wood. Probably just need to piss."

I turn over to face him and feel his soft breaths against my lips.

"Are we still on our date?"

"Sure, why not?" he mumbles.

I don't know what makes me do it, but I close the distance and brush our lips together. He gasps and opens his eyes.

"What was that for?"

"I had a hot date last night. We fell asleep together, and I like how it feels this morning."

The room is dark, but I can hear the grin in his voice. "I like how it feels too."

This time, he leans forward and joins our mouths in a breathy kiss that makes my neck tingle. Damn, do I like kissing him. Our bare chests are touching now, which means, at some point, he changed out of his clothes. My hand reaches out to clutch his hip, then rounds to his back. My fingers trail down the knobs of his spine, and when I reach the waistband of his boxer briefs, he trembles.

"Can I have a turn?" I ask.

"Oh God," he huffs out. "That's…only if you really want?—"

"Shh, just relax," I murmur, urging him to his back.

I make quick work of tugging his underwear down, and now we're both naked. I roll over to cover him with my body and mouth, and feeling Austin like this, skin to skin, our hearts hammering in unison, makes my shaft fill with blood. We slowly grind against each other while our tongues tangle and our dicks slot together, and it feels so intimate that my heart aches with longing. For what, I'm not sure, unless it's more from my best friend, who's groaning and sighing beneath me.

Are we still pretending? I can't tell anymore.

I lift to give the front of him some needed attention, and with each lash of my tongue, he shivers like it's the first time anyone's touched him this way. When I realize it might be, I feel a mix of indignation and possessiveness, thrilled that it's me. He deserves it and so much more.

"I love your body." I feather my lips across his soft belly and down below to his groin, where the bristly hair tickles my chin.

"Oh my God." The whimper I draw from him is my reward.

I hum as I fist his shaft and use my tongue to circle the crown. "Your cock too."

Austin groans and trembles, and it might be the hottest thing I've seen because I know how genuine it is. How gratifying to listen to him lose himself to the sensation of my mouth on him.

I lick his slit, savoring the burst of precome, then suckle the head, getting lost myself in having a warm, thick cock in my mouth.

I lick up and down the veins of his shaft. "All this okay?"

"It's amazing." He adjusts his legs to help me settle more comfortably between them.

I smile around his cock before I engulf his length.

"Nfmmm." His hands are suddenly in my hair, gripping and yanking, and I can tell he's taming his reaction and trying not to jam his cock into the back of my throat.

Not that I'd mind.

Maybe another time. Christ, listen to me.

I hollow my cheeks and bob against his cock as he rocks in time. When I add my hand lower on his shaft, he moans.

"Oh fuck, is this really happening?" His fingers loosen in my hair as if he's just realized how hard he's tugging, but I'm busy trying to swallow down my heart after it's climbed to my throat.

"It's definitely happening, and it's hot as hell."

I wish I could see his eyes, his flushed skin, but I have a feeling that the darkened room adds just the right amount of mystery to allow Austin to let go of his inhibitions. Because he's practically sobbing now as I double down with my mouth and tongue and hand. I lick and suck and seal my mouth around his cock, down to the root.

"Oh damn. Oh fuck. I've never…" His legs stiffen, his spine arches, and I watch as Austin comes undone. His warm, salty come spurts into my mouth, and I swallow it down.

My own dick is so fucking hard, I could pound nails with it. But I ignore it as his muscles turn lax and he melts into the mattress, completely spent. His muscles continue to twitch as I release his softened cock and lick the slit for one last burst of come.

"Fuck, Dex," he whispers as I slump beside him. "You…uh…I can't even find the right words."

"Good, now we're even."

We turn to our sides and breathe the same air. I lean forward to brush our lips together. "Go back to sleep."

And he does, almost immediately, his soft snores making me smile.

But it's more difficult for me. So, after another hour of tossing and turning, I cover him with the blanket, quietly get dressed, and pad out of the room.

I text Austin on my way back to Poli House so he doesn't get the wrong idea.

Couldn't get back to sleep, so I left to get some shit done. Thanks for the awesome end to our third date. Text you later.

When he doesn't respond, I know he's still asleep.

The house is quiet as I tiptoe up to my room and sink beneath my sheets.

Milo stirs soon after. "Where have you been, hot shot?"

"Fell asleep at Austin's dorm."

"Uh-huh."

"No, really. But…" My pulse throbs. "Things are getting strange."

"How so?"

"Nah, never mind."

"Hey, I'm here for you. Besides, I told you about my awful date from the other night." Apparently, they didn't have any chemistry, but Milo felt obligated to stay throughout dinner because she was a friend of a friend.

"Okay, so…I've been helping Austin out with his dating life."

He smirks. "What a good best friend you are."

"I can't tell if you're mocking me."

"Maybe a little. But it's obvious how much you care about each other. I've told you that before. Are you sure you can't see anything else between you?"

"Even if I did, I know how these things end."

"What things?"

"Relationships. Look at my mom. She shows up crying and hurt." All I told Milo was that her relationship ended badly. I didn't mention how often it happened. "What if one of us hurts the other and that ruins our friendship? I don't know if I can live with myself if that happens."

"Or maybe it works out."

"Stop being the devil's advocate," I scoff, and Milo chuckles.

"Can't help that I'm good at it. Besides, you wouldn't purposely hurt him."

"No, of course not." It's true that my feelings for him have grown. Maybe even changed. I think about him way too often. And not just as a friend. "But maybe I'm also scared he'll hurt me."

"Ah, now we're getting to the root of the matter."

"Ugh." I trail a hand down my face. "How much do I owe you for therapy?"