by Susan Laine
Merry giggled. “Hey, those were clean.”
Boone chuckled. “Would you have preferred them to get soiled on you?”
Merry rolled his eyes, blushing at the implication. “No. Duh.”
“Better this way, then. All things considered.” Boone’s gaze landed squarely on Merry’s erection, which was tenting his tighty-whities where Merry’s cockhead was lodged in the fabric by the waistband. Leaking precome had created a damp spot. “You’re about to pop.”
Merry rose onto his elbows, frowning. “I don’t want to. Not yet.”
Boone grinned. “No worries. We’re so not done. Or more to the point, I’m definitely not done with you.” He waggled his eyebrows, and Merry tittered in reaction. “So… you do realize that the strip kiss isn’t complete as long as you have a stitch on?”
Merry pursed his lips but looked more amused than annoyed. “Well, I wouldn’t want you to break the rules.”
Boone caressed Merry’s hips, following the delectable V-shape pointing at his crotch, and then hooked his fingers under the waistband of Merry’s underwear. With deliberate, slow motions, Boone inched down the fabric, revealing intimate patches of skin and the top of Merry’s dark pubes.
In heated anticipation, Boone licked his lips. The response, like that of a salivating dog in sight of a bone, concerned him. But only briefly. He dismissed the worrisome questions in his head and silenced the doubting whispers in his heart. If he didn’t do this, he’d blow. Spontaneous combustion sounded like an awful way to go.
An important thought occurred to him. “Um, you know, we haven’t talked about… safety.”
Merry gave him a baffled look. “Huh?”
Embarrassed, Boone rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously. “You know, like, condoms?”
“I’ve never done anything with anyone,” Merry remarked, his tone slightly pissed off, his scowling expression matching his voice.
“Well, I have,” Boone reminded his friend. “I mean, I’m clean. I’ve been tested. I haven’t done anything without condoms, like, ever. But….” You’re different. He didn’t finish the thought aloud.
Merry frowned but appeared more pensive than annoyed. “Okay. Well, if I’m disease free and you are too… I guess we’re good to go. If you’ve got condoms hanging around… it’s good that you have them. Just in case.” Then he sighed and his brow smoothed. “But they’re not, like, um, essential. For us, I mean. Today, that is.”
Boone suppressed a smile at Merry’s eagerness to continue and his implicit trust in his best friend. Boone didn’t want to disappoint. He also wanted to taste Merry all over. That’d be hard if they used latex. But like Merry had said, it was good they had the option, if need be.
Resolutely, Boone continued his mission to get Merry buck naked.
Once Boone had Merry’s underwear down to his ankles, he yanked them off the rest of the way. Then he stopped and stared at the prize revealed. Nestled in a trimmed bush of black hair, Merry’s cock appeared huge, the head red and glistening. Like Boone, Merry was circumcised, which made his dick look like a delicious lollipop.
“N-now what?” Merry asked, his voice cracking as he radiated nervousness.
“A strip kiss is excellent foreplay,” Boone noted with a sly smile. “But just ’cause that’s done, it doesn’t mean foreplay’s over.”
Dipping down and holding on to Merry’s hips, Boone kissed Merry on his hipbone. He licked a line where the waistband of Merry’s tighty-whities had rested, tracing the slight indentation where the elastic band had been a bit too tight. Merry’s skin tasted like… skin. Clean and soft and velvety, with a hint of fruity essence from soap. Boone peppered Merry’s torso with kisses and sucked up a few marks here and there along the way from one side to the other.
Only when he’d covered all the ground available without flipping Merry over onto his stomach did Boone pull up, grinning wide. Merry was flushed all over now, and Boone couldn’t get enough of his rapturous beauty.
“That was the underwear impression kiss. Any comments or objections?”
Merry gulped and shook his head, his eyes fixed on Boone’s in a daze. He had apparently been struck silent by lust. Boone definitely approved.
“Okay, here’s a variation of the pulse kiss I gave you on your neck earlier.” Boone shrugged in a casual manner while smiling wickedly. “Of course, since I don’t know the exact spot, I’m going to have to do some… exploring.”
Boone spread Merry’s legs, further exposing his genitals. Merry gasped but didn’t halt Boone in any way. He did rise onto his elbows again, though, to see what Boone was doing.
“W-what are you looking for?” Merry asked, a note of concern in his voice.
“The femoral artery. I should be able to feel your pulse there, same as in the jugular.”
Since Boone couldn’t see the vein, he hooked his arms under the backs of Merry’s knees and drew him closer to get a better look. Or a better feel, to be precise.
All of Merry’s private parts were in full view now. The scent of male musk grew stronger, and Boone found himself inhaling deeply. Merry’s arousal was evident, as translucent droplets slid down his erect shaft to his pubes. His dick lay hot and heavy over his lower abdomen, raining there too.
Boone placed a kiss on the groove between Merry’s thigh and groin, mostly caressing Merry’s skin with his lips in search of that elusive place where he could tell how fast Merry’s heart was beating. In no time at all, he found the right spot, where Merry’s pulse thundered against Boone’s lips, which had been made even more sensitized by the constant brushing over skin.
“Found it,” he murmured, licking around the spot, softly sucking to leave his mark on Merry, memorizing every sensation.
Merry dropped back on the floor and his hips bucked. He was breathing heavily, and his body trembled. “Oh God….”
“Moving on,” Boone warned him.
He kissed his way up to Merry’s flat, silky belly. He let his fingers dance while he smothered the smooth expanse with hot openmouthed kisses. Merry’s belly fluttered under his touches, as if a swarm of butterflies had amassed inside. Boone rubbed his face on Merry’s soft, pliable skin, the act almost animalistic, made on pure instinct to mark his mate with his scent.
“Mmm, the belly kiss. Sweet,” Boone purred, closing his eyes to relish the sensation on his face and in his mouth. Merry panted roughly, as though he’d just run a mile in a minute. “Wish I had me some tequila for a few belly-button shot kisses.”
Instead, Boone kissed his way higher until he found Merry’s nipples, now hot, hardened peaks just begging to be touched. Boone didn’t hesitate. He eagerly took one in his mouth, licked around the areola, and sucked on the tender nub.
“Yeah, the nipple kiss. Like, baby?” Boone got no verbal reply for his question.
Instead Merry practically sobbed, his hands groping Boone’s hair, shoulders, and upper back feverishly. His whimpers fueled Boone’s lust; his quivering body did the rest. Boone was so hard in his pants he wondered why his dick hadn’t busted through the denim barrier already.
With ever-growing hunger, Boone shifted to the other nipple and repeated everything—from soft suction to naughty nibbles, from luscious licks to boiling breaths. He tormented Merry’s nips with every trick in the book, plus a couple he invented on the spot then and there. When he had his mouth on one nipple, he used his fingers to tenderly twist the other, caressing and fondling to his dick’s content.
“Oh, Boone, please, please,” Merry begged incoherently, out of breath, his whole body wracked with tremors. Boone didn’t let up immediately, tonguing Merry’s nipples with reckless abandon. He wanted Merry to not just like what Boone was doing, but love it, even adore it and never want it to end.
In his head, Boone had a multitude of possibilities where to kiss next and how. He had Merry exactly where he wanted him, and he wasn’t about to waste this rare opportunity. In his heart he prayed this wouldn’t be a onetime affair.
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“Get ready, sweetheart.” He gave Merry a heads-up.
Then he pulled off, gripped Merry by the waist, and flipped him over onto his stomach. Merry let out a gasp and a grunt, glancing at Boone over his shoulder, eyes wide with shock.
“Told you to be prepared,” Boone said with a laugh. Merry blushed beet-red.
Now he had a full, unobstructed view of Merry’s back, buttocks, and legs. Wow. Yesss.
Chapter 10
MERRY RESTED his cheek on the warm bedroom rug. The textile was a bit coarse against his skin, but he didn’t mind. It smelled clean anyway.
From his vantage point, Merry could see under Boone’s queen-size bed. Boone was a restless sleeper who also hogged the covers; this Merry had learned well over the hundreds of times they’d had sleepovers.
What he noted now was the distinct absence of dust bunnies. Boone liked to keep things clean. Since his parents were rarely around, this made sense. He often had to cook and clean for himself. Merry’s mother disapproved of absentee parenting, so she’d take Boone in whenever she could.
At the moment, Merry had nothing to say. If there were any intelligent words in his head, they were buried under layers of lust and need.
Then Boone shifted to sit astride the backs of Merry’s thighs. He kept most of his weight off, though, for which Merry was grateful. Boone was a considerate guy. The rough denim of Boone’s jeans felt odd against Merry’s skin, now that he wasn’t wearing anything.
A soft kiss landed on the small of Merry’s back, and he let out a startled breath.
“This okay?” Boone asked, his tone tinted with concern. Merry knew he’d stop if Merry asked him to. He could trust Boone implicitly, though, so he nodded his acquiescence. “Good.”
Boone’s T-shirt brushed over Merry’s skin when Boone leaned down again. A series of smooches ran up Merry’s spine, one kiss for each vertebra, a full-tongue lick following each. Then Boone blew cool air on the wet spots where he’d kissed. Merry shivered, chilled but aroused by the odd sensation goose bumps rising all over his body.
“A winter kiss,” Boone said. Merry heard the smile in his voice and smiled too.
Then Boone placed hot, openmouthed kisses all over Merry’s back, leaving not an inch untouched. Merry had never felt so alive, so connected to another person. It was as if touch became their language, and Boone was as fluent as a prodigy. His lips were warm and soft, his tongue hot and insistent, and the occasional suck or bite unnerving and borderline painful but oh, so sexy and exciting.
“M-my front’s starting to feel a little neglected,” Merry breathed out, panting.
Boone chuckled evilly. “All in good time, precious. This is a back kiss, not a front kiss.”
Merry prayed for patience and closed his eyes again, reveling in Boone’s adoration of his body. “Y-you’re….” He’d been meaning to say cruel or mean, but at the last second, he didn’t. He remembered Boone’s actions the previous time Merry had called him something wicked.
Boone merely chuckled in response, as if reading Merry’s mind. His breath wafted over the damp places where he’d kissed, and the seductive sound reverberated on Merry’s skin, alternately giving him chills and hot flashes.
Then Boone kissed his way lower, past the indentation in the small of Merry’s back, all the way to the curves of Merry’s buttcheeks. Merry inhaled fast and held his breath, waiting for whatever Boone had in store for him. And Boone didn’t disappoint. His hands fondled and caressed Merry’s buttocks while his mouth danced, his lips brushing here and there, his tongue laving lines all around, and his teeth nibbling about.
Merry groaned, shaking. He fisted the rug, fast losing his self-control. “Oh, oh, oh….”
Then Boone slapped his right asscheek. The smack wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it did sting briefly. Hot waves rolled from the point of impact throughout Merry’s body, frissons of pure pleasure cascading over his senses. His dick was so hard and hot. It leaked on the rug, and he was all but humping the floor.
“That too much, Mer?” Boone asked, again stilling his actions, worry in his tone.
Merry gurgled something, hoping the sound conveyed his submission.
Boone finally laughed softly. “Good.” He massaged Merry’s ass, relieving the buzz on the spot where he’d slapped. “Forgetting the little love tap, this’d be what I call a tushie smooch.”
Merry’s hips bucked up and down as he ground his erect dick against the floor, trying to get some friction and pressure. He was so freaking close he could taste it. The nibbles had felt amazing, like tiny electrical shocks rolling over and under his skin, igniting his desires.
When Boone dipped down and bit the fleshiest part of Merry’s ass, he cried out.
“Close, babe?” Boone asked with a growl, a sound unlike any Merry had ever heard. It excited him to no end. “Don’t come yet. There’s still plenty more kisses left.”
“I… I can’t, c-can’t hold on,” Merry whispered with a whimper. “Need to c-come.”
“Yes, you can,” Boone encouraged him gently, caressing Merry’s back slow and steady.
This was a friend’s touch, not a lover’s, Merry thought in awe.
And just like that, he was head over heels in love with his best friend.
“I know you can do it, Mer. Hold on a little while longer.” Then Boone draped himself over Merry’s back, his chest curving perfectly against Merry’s spine, his hands running along Merry’s sides, tickling and arousing him both at once. He whispered in Merry’s ear, “After all… I want you to come between my lips so I can tongue you as clean as a whistle. Bird of love, remember?”
If Merry’d had trouble breathing before, now he was certain a heart attack was imminent.
Before Merry could get used to Boone’s weight over his back, Boone was gone.
Then an openmouthed kiss landed on Merry’s upper thigh, below the rising arch of his butt. Several more smooches peppered the length of Merry’s thigh, the dip behind the knee, and down his calf. When Boone reached Merry’s ankle, he raised up Merry’s foot and took his big toe in his mouth, licking around it, even nibbling it gently.
Shocked, Merry rose up on his forearms to glance over his shoulder. He never would have expected anyone, least of all Boone, to suck his toes. The wet warmth tickled him more than turned him on. “B-Boone….”
Boone looked up and grinned. “What? You didn’t like it?”
Merry blinked. “I… I, uh, it’s weird.”
“Which one? The thigh kiss or the knee kiss or the toe kiss?”
“Um, the last one…?” Merry frowned, embarrassed for a reason he couldn’t explain or even understand. Lovers who were consenting adults could do anything they wanted, so why did the act of sucking someone’s toes feel so… dirty? Come to think of it, were his toes dirty?
Boone laughed, once again as if he could read every filthy thing in Merry’s head. “You moaned. I think you liked it. But… let me guess. It feels like you shouldn’t be enjoying it?”
Merry’s cheeks flamed, burning with the intensity of red giant stars.
Boone chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s perfectly okay to enjoy another’s touch on your body. No matter what kind of touch. It’s all okay. But only if you like it too, that is.”
Merry nodded, pausing to weigh Boone’s assurances. Perhaps he’d done nothing wrong after all. Maybe relishing the sensuous touch was absolutely fine. “I-I think it was okay. Not my favorite thing but… okay.”
Boone planted a peck on Merry’s buttcheek. “That’s cool. If there’s something you don’t like, tell me. I’m not a mind reader.”
“That’s not my experience,” Merry murmured to himself, resting his cheek on the rug.
Boone then proceeded to kiss his way up Merry’s other leg, first suckling on a few toes, then licking over the calf, then smooching the back of the knee, and finally sucking up marks all over Merry’s thigh.
Merry moaned and took a harder grip on the rug, fast losing hi
s self-control. “Please.”
“Mmm, not yet, my bae.” Boone kept teasing, his lips moving up to Merry’s buttock.
Then, without warning, he flipped Merry around onto his back again. Merry landed on the rug with a heavy thud and a helpless oomph. Then, again without giving Merry a heads-up, Boone spread Merry’s legs and licked a line from his knee up to his crotch, the flat of his tongue running up Merry’s sensitive inner thigh.
“Oh Jesus,” Merry cried out, practically folding in half when the ticklish surges turned to heat waves, his body jerking in response to the intimate touch.
“And that’s the inner thigh kiss,” Boone said with an arrogant smirk.
“Got it, thanks.” Merry glared at him, but Boone merely chuckled in response. Jerk.
“And now….” Boone left his words and meaning hanging. Merry could have strangled him for being so secretive and sure of himself. But he’d always been borderline smug.
As if the suggestive statement hadn’t proved plenty cautionary, Boone proceeded to mash his face against Merry’s balls. Merry gasped and stared down, eyes wide as he watched Boone open his mouth and suck the tender sac, licking around the circular shapes within, nibbling on the fuzzy skin, and in general being way more lascivious and forward than Merry could ever have imagined.
“B-Boone, y-you d-don’t have to do… th-that.” Merry wondered if Boone could even hear the mere whisper his voice had been reduced to by Boone’s shameless, bold touches.
Boone glanced up, his eyebrows rising to his hairline. Then he gave Merry a fond look. “I want to do this, Mer. I swear.” His smile was tender and vulnerable, quite unlike the brazen guy Merry was used to.
“O-okay.” Merry had to accept that Boone knew what he wanted and would stop before he crossed a line he wasn’t willing or ready to cross.
Boone’s sweet smile turned naughty in a heartbeat, and the warm glow in his eyes shone mischievously. “You ready for the main attraction, my beautiful bae? For the… australian kiss?”
How could Merry possibly have forgotten that lewd, down-under version of the french kiss Boone had alluded to? “Gah” was the best Merry could come up with on the spot.
