Best Friends Shouldn't Crave Your Moan
The ache between his legs grew unbearable.
“This is Zach, your best friend. Stop it. Stop wanting him to fuck you right here.”
“Get off me, you big brute,” Noah muttered, trying desperately to sound normal. But his voice came out breathy and wrecked, almost like a moan.
Zach didn’t move right away. His gaze dropped to Noah’s flushed lips, then lower, as if he could feel how hard Noah was too. The tension crackled between them like electricity.
Finally, Zach released his wrists and rolled off, but not before deliberately letting his hips drag slowly against Noah one last time in a teasing way.