Scomiche One-Shots

Forbidden Part Four

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WARNING! SMUT! 18+!

Scott's POV:

"I need you. Now." My words sounded husky even to my own ears. He was hesitating, clearly not sure what to do. Usually I had a good amount of patience, but my extremely hard cock, coated in saliva and slick from his mouth, wasn't helping to keep me in line.

     I waited another second before pushing him back towards my bed, helping him lower onto it. Something similar to nervousness flashed on his features and that was all it took for my brain to kick into gear again, at least for a few minutes.

     "You don't have to be nervous with me, Mitchy. Or embarrassed. Or whatever you are." A blush covered his cheeks and I could see him about to argue, but I shook my head to cut him off. "You are beautiful, and I don't plan on letting you do any of the work tonight. You just relax and tell me if I'm doing anything you don't like."

     He was unsure. I could tell; but he wasn't protesting, so I started to kiss his throat. If he wanted me to stop, I was trusting him to say something.

     A moan tumbled from his lips when I bit down on the curve of his neck. His whole body was so sensitive to all of my touches. Every reaction he had to me was perfect.

     I let my lips slide down the expanse of his chest until I felt my bottom lip graze over the solid peak under his tattoo. He had told me once that his nipples were sensitive, and judging by the way his muscles tensed when I teased it with my tongue, he was right.

     I grazed my teeth over his nipple lightly before switching sides and giving the other one the same amount of attention. I could feel his length rubbing against mine every once in a while, but I had a feeling that the sensation of my tongue on his chest was making him forget about how close together our stiff erections were, and I couldn't let that happen. I wanted him to be overwhelmed with all the things I was making him feel.

     I sucked his hard nipple into my mouth while simultaneously rocking my hips forward, sliding the length of my cock against his with a purpose. I rock a few times to really make sure he's feeling me, and I'm satisfied when moans start steadily falling from his lips.

     God. Why haven't we done this before. Over a decade of friendship and this is what we were missing out on the whole time. We're so stupid.

     I pull back from his chest after another few minutes and I lock my eyes on his.

     "Okay, Michelle?" His eyes were out of focus and he was extremely relaxed now. His neck was still flushed and his throat and chest were covered in small red and purple bruises from my lips and teeth. He couldn't have looked more beautiful.

     "More than okay. Don't stop. I need you, Scott. Soon." I smirked and scooted down the bed some. The fun part was coming and I couldn't wait for it. There was still some building left to do - I wanted him positively desperate for my cock - but we were getting there.

     The head of his member was moist and if it were possible to see him throbbing, I'm positive I would have. I meet his eyes for another second before taking his entire length into my mouth. How was it possible for him to taste so good?

     It only took a few more seconds of teasing his cock with my tongue before I could feel him starting to tense his muscles. I pulled my mouth away from him quickly and smirked at the protest that fell through his lips.