Lick Is A Four-Letter Word (11 page)

“Felicity!
You in
here?”
Sue called.

“Oh
God,” Felicity moaned, running her hands through her hair. “Do I look okay?

“You
look awesome,” Josh said, shoving his hands in his pants.

Troy
did the same. “You’re flushed, but it only makes you prettier.”

Felicity
blinked at them. Were they serious? Before she could ask them, Sue poked her
head around the shelves.

“There
you are!”

Felicity
spun around as Sue hurried over. “Sue! Thank goodness. I was afraid we’d be
stuck in here a lot longer,” she lied. In truth, once the men had begun kissing
her, she’d forgotten all about being trapped.

“Oh, I
wouldn’t leave my best friend in here all night,” Sue said brightly. She
glanced curiously at
Troy
and Josh, poking Felicity in the side.

“Oh!
Sue, this is
Troy
,”
she pointed at him, “and this is Josh.”

“Hello.
I’ve heard so much about you two. I’m Sue.”

Thank
God she didn’t offer to shake hands with them
,
Felicity thought, flushing. They still had their hands in their pockets. She
had the feeling they were feeling the effects of their lovemaking and were
using their pockets to hide their problem.
Not
to mention they probably smell like me.

“Nice to meet you.”
Troy
smiled at Sue gamely. “Uh, thanks for
springing us.”

“Yes,
we appreciate it,” Josh added. His face was carefully neutral.

“Oh,
it’s no problem!” Sue winked at them and turned to Sue.
“Ready
to go?”

Felicity
nodded. “Bye
Troy
.
Bye Josh,” she said awkwardly. She had no idea what to say to them. Nice
kissing? Maybe next time you can take your clothes off, too? Ugh. She grimaced
slightly,
sure her skin was pink, from residual lust and her
usual social awkwardness.

“Bye,
Felicity.” Josh raked his eyes over her,
then
winked.

Felicity
flushed more. She
knew
Sue had seen that.

“Bye,”
Troy
said. He pulled one
hand out of his pocket and waved his cell phone at her meaningfully.

Felicity
swallowed. She could see the line of his cock along the zipper of his slacks.
Good
God, that’s huge
, she thought faintly. Her extremely satiated pussy gave a
quick pulse of interest and Felicity almost took a step toward him, but Sue
grabbed her arm. Felicity snapped out of it.

“Uh,
bye, guys,” she said, letting her friend drag her out of the basement.

Chapter
Seven

“Christ,”
Josh said, slumping against the metal shelf. His dick was still hard enough to
pound nails. He raked a hand through his hair.

“You
can say that again.”
Troy
leaned next to him and banged his head against the shelf.
Repeatedly.

“You’re
going to give yourself a concussion,” Josh remarked, watching his friend. He
kept trying to forget the memory of Felicity’s sweet pussy against his tongue,
but since the scent of her clung to his face, he wasn’t having much luck.

“I
don’t have enough blood in my head to get a concussion.”
Troy
stopped anyway, closing his eyes and
tilting his head back.

Josh
looked at the strong line of his neck,
breath
hitching.
Troy
was freaking gorgeous. Josh’s cock swelled even more, chafing uncomfortably
against his boxers. Shit. There was no way he was going to be able to walk out
of here without doing damage to
himself
.

“So,”
Troy
said.

Josh
waited a beat. His friend didn’t elaborate. “So?” he asked.

Troy
just looked at him. Josh blinked. The combination of lust, heat, and
desperation in his friend’s face had his heart pounding. Shit on a stick. His
little crush on
Troy
,
kept under control for so long, seemed to be spiraling out of bounds ever since
Felicity had stepped into the picture. He couldn’t help himself. He moved his
fist down and pressed it against his dick, hard.

“Jesus,
Josh,”
Troy
said.

Josh
licked his lips, pressing again.
Troy
’s
eyes locked on his groin made his dick throb.

“I
can’t help it,” he muttered, somewhat embarrassed.

Troy
slid down the shelf until he was on the floor, legs spread. While Josh watched,
he cupped himself.

“I’m
not going to be able to get rid of this just by reciting boring statistics in
my head,”
Troy
said. His thumb slowly moved over the line of his prick. “Not this time.”

Josh’s
mouth went dry. “What are you saying?”

“Sit
down.”

Josh
frowned, but did as
Troy
said. The metal shelving bit into his spine, but he hardly noticed it, his cock
ached so
bad
.

“Okay,
I’m down. What are you talking about?” Josh asked. The new position pinched his
dick and he winced, hand automatically going to his zipper. He stilled when he
realized
Troy
was waiting.

“Go
ahead.”
Troy
sounded desperate.

Josh’s
eyes flew up to his friend’s face.
Troy
was staring at his hand. “Jesus.”

“Just
open your damn pants, Josh.”
Troy
’s
fingers moved to his own button and with one swift movement, flicked it open.
His arm jostled against Josh’s.

Josh
stared as
Troy
’s
cock pushed up and over the waistband, still trapped behind his friend’s
boxer-briefs. There was a wet spot at the tip. God,
Troy
was as aroused as he was.

“Yeah.
Exactly.”
Troy
eased his
zipper down, breathing a sigh of relief as his erection stretched out even
more. “
Fuck, that
was starting to hurt.”

Josh’s
dick gave a throb, reminding him that
yes, it really did fucking hurt
.
“Fine.
Jesus,” he muttered, unzipping and unbuttoning his
own pants. His cock sprang out, straining against his boxers.

“Take
it out,”
Troy
ordered.

Josh
rolled his eyes. “You seem to enjoy telling me what to do.” He stretched the
waistband of his boxers out and down over his dick and took himself in hand.
Fuck, that
felt good. When he glanced up,
Troy
had himself in hand, too. His thumb
slowly teased over the dusky crown of his prick.

“You
got a problem with me telling you what to do?”
Troy
asked,
eyes
boring into Josh’s.

Josh
swallowed. His dick was leaking so much pre-cum it was slippery at the top.
Clearly, his cock certainly didn’t have a problem with
Troy
being all bossy. “No,” he managed to
say.

Troy
smiled. “Good. Stroke yourself.”
Troy
slowly began moving his hand up and down. “Like this.”

Josh
didn’t have to be told twice. He slid his hand down, not even caring that it
wasn’t quite wet enough, despite how long he’d been leaking.
Troy
’s arm nudged against his, warm and
solid.

“Yeah,
just like that,”
Troy
muttered, hand working.

Josh
stroked himself again, breathing heavier now. “You know that anyone could walk
in on us?” He tried not to think about how close
Troy
was to him.

Troy
nodded, cock-head disappearing and then reappearing in his hand. “I watched
Felicity wedge a chair in the doorway.”

“Fuck.”
That was somehow even hotter. Josh’s cock swelled and he had to slow down.

“What
did she taste like?”
Troy
asked suddenly.

Josh
licked his lips reflexively.
“Sweet.
Musky.
Hot.” He remembered how her clit had felt on his
tongue: slick and sensitive. He wanted more.

“Fuck.”
Troy
thumped
his head back against the shelf. He’d shoved his other hand into his pants.

Josh
stared, mouth dry, and watched as
Troy
played with his balls. He suddenly realized that he wanted to lick
Troy
’s cock. He wanted it
just as bad as he’d wanted to taste Felicity. God, he was so screwed. He
clenched his fist around his dick, using the pain to get his thoughts in order.
Troy
was not
gay, and last time he checked, neither was he.

“Kiss
me,”
Troy
abruptly said.

Josh
froze. “What?”

“Come
on. We’ve kissed before. I bet you still taste like her,”
Troy
said, hand working faster. His hazel
eyes were brighter than Josh had ever seen them.

“We’ve
never kissed without her,” Josh blurted out, not sure what to do. His heart
pounded and he was so turned on he couldn’t see straight.

“I want
to kiss you,”
Troy
said, face suddenly vulnerable.

Josh
caught his breath, shocked. He wanted to kiss
Troy
, too, but he
’d never
in a million years thought his friend would
want that, especially not
without Felicity here. There was no way he was going to pass this opportunity
up.

“Yeah,
okay,” he said hoarsely. He leaned over, arms bumping into the startling heat
of
Troy
’s bare
wrist,
then
he kissed him gently.
Troy
’s mouth opened immediately. Josh
couldn’t resist the invitation. He deepened the kiss, licking inside and that
was when all hell broke loose.
Troy
grabbed him behind his neck, twisting until he was on top. Josh moaned when
Troy
’s cock slotted up
alongside his hip.
Troy
felt dangerous and hard and incredibly hot. He gasped and
Troy
ground down, pressing Josh’s fist into
his cock. He managed to slide his hand away, but that just meant
Troy
’s dick was right
against his now, thick and wet, and Josh lost it. He grabbed Troy’s ass and
bucked up as he came, the long-delayed orgasm shooting through him so hard he
banged his head on the floor. He didn’t care.

Troy
gasped above him, loud enough that Josh forced his eyes open to see, pleasure
still staggering through his body.

“Fuck,
you look good when you come,”
Troy
rasped, then closed his eyes and thrust. Once, twice, and then Josh felt the
hot pulse of
Troy
’s
cum soak into his groin. It was enough to draw another shock of pleasure out of
him. He gritted his teeth and held on as
Troy
sucked in a breath, hips still working. When he finally slumped down, Josh knew
it was going to be ugly.

“So,”
Troy
said, a few minutes
later. He heaved himself up and rolled over onto his back.

The
air-conditioned air made Josh shiver. He glanced down. Ugh. His clothes were
wrecked. Stuck under the shelving he saw Felicity’s panties. He fished them out
and threw them at
Troy
.
“What do you mean, ‘so?
’”
Josh hitched up his
underwear and pants.

“I say
we repress and deny this ever happened.”

Josh turned
to look at his best friend.
Troy
was grinning, eyes bright. Clearly he wasn’t having issues with what they’d
just done. He’d stuffed Felicity’s panties half-in, half-out of his pocket. The
bright blue silk looked like a handkerchief. A tightness Josh didn’t even
realize he’d felt eased in his chest. “You think?”

Troy
nodded sharply.

He
doesn’t look very convincing with his dick still hanging out of his pants,
Josh thought, remembering how good it had felt to come with his
best friend’s cock pressed against his own.