Borderline Ch. 02byvelvetpie©
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I leaned in again, this time letting my hand brush his cheek and slide into his thick hair before my lips touched his. At first, he was stiff but he loosened up enough to press his mouth against me. I pulled back and gazed into his eyes, trying to see what was going on but his eyes didn't hold mine for long. They flicked back down to my mouth and in a moment, he was kissing me this time. A shiver of thrill raced through me as his arm came around me, pulling me closer and he tilted his head, fitting our mouths together.
When I moaned, he jerked back, looking down into my face. "Are you okay?"
"I was absolutely fine until you stopped."
"Oh." He grinned. "I thought I was hurting you."
"Not at all."
"Well, then ... "
He swooped down, capturing my mouth in a hot kiss that had every inch of my body tingling with desire. I took a risk and slid my tongue along the seam of our mouths, moaning even deeper when his lips opened and his tongue shyly met mine. The innocence in his kiss was so intoxicating that I found myself floating in his embrace, letting him press me back onto the mattress and plunder my mouth. When he pulled back, looking down at me, we were both breathing heavily.
"How was that?"
"Spectacular." I whispered, wanting him to repeat the action but he released me and grabbed his drink, tossing it down. I sat up on one elbow, watching him. "You're a cock tease."
"How else could you have kissed me like that, then left me hanging?"
When he looked at me, I saw the beginning of confidence building in his eyes. "I was that good?"
"Good? You were fucking fantastic!"
"Really? You aren't just saying that, are you?"
I reached out and touched his back, following the line of his spine. "If you felt my cock, you'd know I wasn't just saying that."
"Well, maybe I should feel it."
I lay on my back, unzipping my pants and casually reached inside, pulling my cock free but leaving it inside my pants. "Go ahead. Help yourself."
The look of lust in Chris's eyes was heady. I closed my eyes as he bent to take my mouth again, clutching his shoulders and shivering when the weight of his hand came to rest on the open fly of my pants. As his tongue again found its way into my mouth, his fingers pushed the fabric aside and found my hard cock. The air flew out of my lungs as he gently, blindly examined my rod, making me moan in absolute delight. All the fantasies I'd ever had about him were coming to life and I felt like the luckiest guy in the world.
"It's wet." I barely had enough breath in my lungs to wheeze out the fact that it was his fault. I was so turned on that the pre-cum just didn't stop. He shook free of my hands and pulled my belt open, pulling the pants aside and exposing my prick. For a moment, I could barely breathe, watching the expression on his face as he examined my meat. And then, "It's beautiful." His head bent and he gave my cock a small kiss, right on my weeping piss-hole and I jerked, sighing at the same time. "Did that hurt?"
"Not at all. It felt very good."
"But you jerked."
"I didn't expect you to do that."
A wily grin formed on his face and he bent again, giving my cock head another kiss but this time, prolonging it. I breathlessly moaned, quivering at the heat of his lips as they lingered against my flesh, breathlessly wishing for more. He kissed once more and then again, each kiss becoming longer and more tender until finally, he allowed his mouth to open just a bit. Tingles sped through me as he teased me, letting the head brush his open lips and flicking his tongue into my dribbling pee hole. I moaned, gripping the bed sheets tightly and gritted my teeth in sheer frustration.
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Oh, God, Chris, you have no idea."
"I hope you intend to return the favor."
With those words, he bent again, his eyes never leaving mine until the entire length of my cock was in his mouth and down his throat. The feeling was incredible and I fought not to blow my load right away. I wanted this to be a learning experience for him, not a blow job session for me. But Chris had something different in mind. He added his hand to the base of my root, wrapping his fingers around the shaft and mimicking the actions of his lips.
Slowly, up and down, his hand stroked me, his lips suctioning over the bumpy head and veined shaft, driving me closer and closer to the edge. "Chris ... " I fought to speak to my friend but I couldn't. Everything froze in my chest as I suddenly tripped. My body jerked as my cock spewed ropes of cum into his hot mouth and it took me several minutes before I could sort out my feelings, the chief one being embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I tried to tell you ... "
His mouth covered mine and I whimpered as he shared my load with me. Our tongues met through the salty-sweet cum and we swallowed thickly, parting only to come together again. I was still overwhelmed by the fact that I was making out with him but my body was burning with the need to have him inside me. But first things first.
"Your turn." I said.