“This is wrong,” Alex whispered.
“But it feels right, doesn’t it?” I asked, stroking his erection through his jeans. Alex clamped his hand on mine. “Cat,” he said faintly. “I don’t think we should be doing this.”
“Close your eyes,” I said, “and pretend I’m Lia.” I felt his grip slowly relax after a minute until his hands were by his side once again.
I continued squeezing his erection through his pants, then undid his belt and unzipped his zipper. I removed his jeans along with his underwear, and his penis sprang free. I let out a small gasp. He was bigger than I thought he was.
Before bringing my mouth down, I gently and lightly ran my fingernails along the insides of Alex’s thighs. He wriggled slightly on the bed, and I brought my mouth down on his penis. I heard him intake breath sharply, clutching at his bed sheets as I started to suck. I did so rhythmically, at a steady and comfortable pace. About ten minutes later, I could tell A;ex was going to come. I looked at him. His eyes were squeezed shut, his hair damp, and beads of sweat on his chest.
“Cat,” he forced out, “I’m gonna- I’m-“
In the blink of an eye, I put my finger down on his hole. He groaned in frustration.
“Not yet,” I said. “You come with I let you, not when you feel like it.” I wrapped my elegant fingers around his shaft, slowly going up and down and laughing coyly at the way his face contorted in pleasure.
“Have you had enough?” I asked innocently. Alex could barely breathe, choking out “yes. Please. I need to-“
He didn’t even finish his sentence before a light spray of semen erupted onto his stomach. Alex twisted his hands in his blankets and thrusted his hips out, and then it was over and he lay breathless. I dragged my tongue slowly from his penis up to his stomach, letting it make a trail through the cum, and then up to Alex’s neck, where I left my mark on his collarbone.
I collapsed beside him. He was still breathless.
“That,” he said, “was the best thing ever.”
“Better than Lia?” I asked smugly. He looked straight into my eyes.
“Way better,” he said softly. I kissed his nose.
“Good,” I said.
“I still feel guilty,” he said. “She’s my girlfriend and your best friend. You’re my best friend. It just doesn’t seem right.”
“What did it feel like?” I asked.
“Like I was in heaven,” he answered instantly. “I like was floating in clouds high on ecstasy. I loved every minute of it.”
“Well then, stop thinking about what things seem and think about how you feel.”
“You know what? You’re right, Cat.”
I kissed him deep and hard, my tongue mingling with his and I tugged at his dark, curly hair.
“I know I am,” I said, and kissed him again.
