I nodded, reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down until our mouths were firmly pressed together. Tilting my head, I slid my tongue along his, humming happily as everything about kissing Avery felt like something clicking into place.
He pushed my pants down and off as we licked and sucked at each other's mouths, and our dicks rubbed together, making us both moan as he lowered himself back down onto my body. He ground down against me again, and I gripped his shoulders, whining into his mouth.
"Wait," I whispered through clenched teeth, locking my body up in an attempt to not blow just yet. "I'm about to go, Ave."
He nodded, pulling his head back to look down at me, licking his lips in anticipation. "Yes, I want to see you. I want to watch your face as you lose control."
"Please, Avery," I whined, pressing my head back into the bed as he gave another, slow, dirty grind against my body. "I want you. All of you."
"Mmm. Do you want my knot, Arch? Do you want me to fuck you until we're locked together? Do you want my cum leaking out of your ass for hours, knowing that you're carrying around a part of me?"
"Fuck, Avery," I groaned, not completely sure I wasn't going to get off from the shallow rocking of his hips and the dirty things he was saying. "Please. Give me all of it."
"Yes," he growled, climbing off of me, and then grabbing my hips and flipping me onto my stomach, his mouth going after my hole before I even had bearings on which direction I was facing. I yelled out as his tongue swiped at my crack before lapping at my puckered flesh as he groaned.
One of his fingers moved along my leaking hole, swiping up some of my slick and massaging it against my puckered flesh before dipping inside, making me yell out again as the tip slid over my prostate with ease while he lapped at the slightly stretched flesh around his digit.
Another finger entered beside the first, stretching me further, and I moved against it, needing him to fuck me with it.
"I could eat you for hours, Arch," he growled, giving my stretched skin another long swipe. "You're fucking delicious."
"Please, Avery. Please. I need you to fuck me," I whined, surprised by not only the things that were coming out of his mouth, but also the things that were coming out of mine. Just like I'd never thought I'd be into dirty talk, I'd also never indulged in it before. Though, I had to say, there was something distinctly thrilling in telling him exactly what I wanted without worry that I would offend him.
He squeezed my ass one last time before easing his fingers free of my hole and flipping me to my back. His mouth tasted like me when he pressed it to mine again, and I sucked on his tongue, amazed at how hot it made me to know that he had enjoyed my taste so thoroughly.
He pulled back, climbing up on the bed and lying down, his eyes beckoning me as he wrapped his hand around his dick and gave it a long, slow stroke before holding it up and moaning as he rubbed his thumb over the tip, massaging the pre-cum into the shiny skin.
"I want you to sit on my dick, Arch. I want to see you working me until I'm about to explode."
I whimpered, closing my eyes and swallowing hard, a shudder rocking my body. Everything about this man was fucking hot as hell, and the way he kept talking to me was no different. It was a side of him I never would have expected, but it was definitely appreciated.
I moved up over him, straddling his hips and pressing our chests together as I arched my back and rubbed my crack over the wet head of his dick where he still held it up for me, then I rolled my hips slightly, letting it kiss my hole before pressing down on it, and slowly taking it into my channel.
"Fuck," we whispered in tandem when he was all the way inside my body and my cheeks were pressed to his upper thighs.
We crashed our mouths together, nearly assaulting each other as I slowly slid back up his dick and then slammed back down. We yelled into each other's mouths.
My hole pulsed around him, needy and desperate. Our bodies moved beautifully together, sweet and loving, and my heart soared to finally have the man I'd wanted for so long loving me so perfectly. I cried out when my orgasm hit, and I spilled between us, whispering his name like a prayer.
"Archer, oh fuck, Archer." It took a moment for me to realize what was happening, as my orgasm crested to new heights, while it felt like his dick grew rapidly, pressing against my prostate, but when I did, I cried out again, my throat clogging with emotion as his knot locked us into place.
I turned my head lying it against his pec, desperately trying to suck in enough air, as I stared wide-eyed around the darkened room.
"I'm so happy," he whispered, his words slurred and relaxed. The hands that had been rubbing my back flopped to the mattress completely limp, and I chuckled at the small snores that filled the quiet of the room.
Holy shit! I'd had sex with my best friend, and it had been the best moment of my entire life. I wasn't sure what he had planned for our relationship after this, though I didn't think he'd throw it away like it was nothing but an itch. If the man had simply been horny, he could seriously have just about anyone he wanted. I really didn't see him giving us up for something so easily obtained.
That had to mean he wanted more, right?
Several minutes later, he whimpered below me, and his knot released, slowly deflating and finally slipping from my ass. I didn't want to move, but as his cum started to drip from my hole, I decided I couldn't go to sleep like this, and I carefully climbed out of bed, heading to the bathroom to get some rags. After cleaning us both off, I picked my boxers up off the floor and slid them on, not really sure I was ready to free-ball it like Avery, but hopefully soon we'd both be living the nudist lifestyle. One could hope.
Chapter Two
I stretched, taking a deep breath of the delicious scent that hung thick in my room. What the hell was that? It was fucking amazing. It made me think of Archer and the dirty, filthy things I wanted to do to him almost constantly these days.
"Hold still," Archer groaned from beside me, wrapping his arm around my waist and squeezing. "You're gonna push me off the bed."
I blinked open my eyes, glancing over to where my best friend in the whole world was snuggled up next to my side with his face pressed against my armpit.
I cringed, hoping I didn't smell too bad. I'd spent the entire day going back and forth between sweating and freezing, and I couldn't necessarily remember whether or not I took a shower before bed, though given the state of my dress, I was going to assume that I had. Was I really naked, in bed with my best friend?
That was a bit dangerous for him. If he knew the things I'd been dreaming lately, he wouldn't risk snuggling with my naked self. I was liable to hump him in the middle of the night, and given the delicious scent in the air, he was lucky I hadn't. The only thing I could attribute to his safety, was the fact that I'd taken far too much cold medicine the night before, and had undoubtedly passed out cold the moment my head hit the pillow.
Though, I really could have suffocated him in his sleep with my big-ass body…
A thought occurred to me suddenly, as Archer shifted against me, his thigh sliding entirely too close to my dick. Was he naked too? Every place I catalogued of mine that was touching something of his, seemed to be skin to skin.