Chapter 22

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~ ~ Josh ~ ~

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~ ~ Josh ~ ~

Fucking hell.

With one hand squeezing Alex's balls, my other hand palmed my dick through my jeans in desperate need of some sort of relief, but the friction of my damp boxers made it feel like sandpaper against my unrelenting erection.

Alex's hand had found its way to the back of my head. His thick fingers dug in hard, holding me in place as his dick swelled in my mouth and it looked like I was swallowing his deposit whether or not I wanted to.

Spoiler alert: I wanted to.

And it didn't surprise me when his thighs tensed, he groaned and the first spirts of his cum hit the back of my throat.  But I would say, trying to multitask between gagging, swallowing and breathing was fucking hard work and just when I felt a swell of panic, the pressure eased up and I got some well-deserved air into my lungs. And then his hand was gone and his softening dick slipped from my lips.

My watery eyes lifted, and I blinked a few times to gauge what reaction would greet me.

Oh, no reaction. He and Ivy were kissing.

Taking a breather, gathering my scattered thoughts. I wasn't sure how that had just gone down between us.  But what I did know, Alex, the man that I knew—the one I'd grown up with, well, he had left the building. 

And if someone would have told me this morning, I would witness my best friend morph into someone I hardly recognised and that I would suck his dick down. Then I would have said they were out of their tiny minds.

Not that I was complaining. Fuck no.

Then again, perhaps I should have had some kind of clue after what went down last night, but he'd thrown me off with his, let's just forget it happened speech. So I chalked it up to the alcohol.

So this. This had thrown me through a fucking loop.

But what now?

Because I didn't want to make a fool of myself and assume anything.

Ivy and Alex stopped kissing, and he tenderly cupped her cheek before pushing up and getting off the bed. "Need a piss," he said, walking away with the same bullish confidence. And that was another thing. Bedroom Alex didn't stutter or trip over his words.

How the fuck did that happen?

My eyes followed and yeah, I tried to not to notice the way his arse flexed, but I couldn't peel my eyes from him... until. "Baby-boy?"  I heard whispered and my head whipped back around to Ivy.

"You okay there?" she kept her voice low as she moved with the grace of a cat and before I could sum up an answer, her mouth was on mine and her hand had slipped around the back of my head, holding me in place.

There was no point in resisting her. I didn't want to. So I kissed her back as she sucked my tongue into her mouth, greeting hers with a gentleness at odds with the force she claimed mine. Her kiss was aggressive. Deep. And I shuddered under her control, wanting it. Needing it.

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