Some Biting Between Friends

"Now, to warn you, I'd have to describe this playlist as 'generally horny'. And since I'm driving, it's my playlist."

I had just picked Joshua up from his house with plans to go grab drinks with our friends. Normally, we drive separately, but his car was in the shop and we live close enough that it made sense.

"'Generally horny'..." he mused aloud. "Yet, you still play it for me."

"I told you: I'm driving today so my music. My normal music. You just don't like it. You drive next time."

We rode in silence for a few minutes, songs playing though and on to the next. I knew the lyrics and I sensed he was listening to them intently.

"Ok now this song is just about... being freaky." He complained. And he wasn't wrong.

"So, you're telling me you have never done anything 'freaky' with your wife?"

"No!" Joshua protested righteously. We had never had a conversation that broached the topic of sex. It always seemed far too taboo. When we first met, we quickly became close friends and many of our fully platonic interactions could be described as 'intimate'. We worked together - it's how we met - and more than one coworker thought our relationship was more than friends. Both of us are happily married, but neither of us minded being mistaken for each other's partner. We just loved being friends.

"Cayla has never given you some firm scratches on the back during sex?"

"No!" he said again.

"I almost cannot believe I am about to say these words to you: Next time you and your wife are... getting at it, ask her to scratch you up a bit at... an opportune time." I paused, steeling myself to explain with detail. "Ask her to scratch you or bite you when you're about to orgasm. See if it does anything for you. Add some BDSM, well mostly the S&M part, to the mix." I was gripping the steering wheel hard trying to keep my concentration on driving.

"Biting?" he asked sounding perplexed. Joshua was a decade older than me but apparently less adventurous.

"Yes." I said through nearly gritted teeth. This level of specificity was not what I had expected. "Biting. Right on your collarbone or the fleshy part of your shoulder. She could go for your neck too. It's more sensitive but those marks would show even if you had a shirt on."

We sat in silence for a moment. I felt obligated to continue explaining, as if that would ease the palpable tension in the car.

"It adds a new sensation to the mix. Ask her to bite you and see if it does anything for you."

Silence again. I was certain I had gone too far in the conversation but still had to keep my focus on driving. I'm sure my split focus is what led to me running my mouth.

After what felt like minutes but was truly only a long pause, I heard him open his mouth to speak. "Will you try it on me?" he asked. My jaw dropped open. I blinked just trying to keep my head clear.

"Josh... I'm not saying this as a 'no', but is your question whether I'll bite you?"

"Yes. I want to see how it feels."

"My answer has two parts: I would. But, I have never ever heard of platonically biting a friend to see if it gets him off." I was equal parts flabbergasted that he asked and interested. I had always thought he was hot but left him alone out of respect for both of our spouses.

"Will you?" he pressed timidly. I had never heard this tone from him before.

Through again gritted teeth I responded, "Yes". I heard him breathe out as if he was relieved. Why did I say 'yes'?

Apparently, I felt committed. I needed to fill him in more: give and get as much information as possible. "You realize I'll leave a mark? Are you going to avoid Cayla for a week while it heals?"

"I'll figure something out. I tend to heal quick." I could hear him smirking as he came to terms with his request.

"And you realize that this is tantamount to cheating on our spouses?"

"It's just biting between friends." he said. I could still hear him smirking. I didn't even need to look. But I knew I had more preliminaries to get through before we arrived. I presumed it would happen either when we arrived at the bar or when we were leaving for the night. I was angry at him for putting me into this position, despite the fact that I started it and could cut it off at any time. Even still, I persisted. It was a friendly duty, right?

"Okay. Do you want to be equals, or you're in charge, or I'm in charge?" I asked. He paused longer than I expected so I elaborated, "Do you want to make all the decisions? Or should I be making the decisions? Or are we equally making decisions?" I was more accustomed to Dom/Sub situations clearly, but wanted to give him the opportunity to control this as much as possible. Even though I was normally submissive, something about this felt different.

"You make the decisions." He declared. Although it was a role reversal for me, I agreed it felt like the right choice. For the first time in a while, I looked over at him. We locked eyes. I can only describe it as intimate understanding. There were boundaries in our friendship; some we would keep and some were to be broken.

The remainder of our drive wasn't long. We sat in content silence.

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I parked at the far end of the lot. I didn't want anyone to walk by, especially any of our friends. Before either of us moved to leave the car, I turned towards him.

"Are you still sure?" I asked gently. I knew that he had asked in the first place, but I felt some responsibility for the entire situation.

"Yes.", he replied with enough surety in his voice that I didn't doubt continuing.

"Then get out of the car and come over here." I gestured with my head to my side of the car. It was a soft demand. We both got out and I watched him walk around the car to me.

Without actually touching him, I pinned him against the driver's side back door. The energy between us was so strong that we both knew where to be. I looked him in the eyes. "You can stop this at any time." I whispered to him.

"I know." He whispered back.

"Even if I'm 'making the decisions'." I added.

"I know." He whispered again. For me, that was the OK signal.

"Then take your shirt off and get in the center of the back seat of the car." My first demand. I wanted to start him off easy, giving him ample opportunity to tap out. Josh took his shirt off at what felt like record speed. I wish he did it slower because I had never seen him shirtless, but had always imagined it. He was in the car where I told him to be nearly instantly. I climbed in on top of him, sitting on him straddled over his lap. Knowing how we were positioned, I really hoped I would feel him get hard under me.

I took in the scene in front of me. Josh, shirtless, was as attractive as I'd imagined.

"I have to be honest..." I started. His eyes changed from excitement to confusion. "... I really can't just bite you. There will probably be some little kisses and licks involved too." I felt him shift under me.

"Ok." He said timidly, calming back down from confused to excited.

"Ready?" I asked. One last opt-out chance, as if I wasn't already straddling his lap.

"Yes." He squeaked out. I grinned devilishly and he smiled back.

I cupped his face with my right hand, rubbing my thumb over his stubble and partially holding him still while I gently kissed where his neck meets his shoulder. A few more kisses brought me down his collarbone to the fleshy part of his shoulder and chest. For dramatic effect, I gave a big lick over the whole area before grabbing some of his skin in my teeth. It may have been the most gentle bite I've ever given. I held for just a second before letting go. I felt him his jaw go slack as he moaned briefly into my hand. I sat back upright so I was looking right at him. His breathing was faster and he seemed in no rush to leave.

"I'm making the decisions, but you're still a part of this and I haven't left any marks yet. Say 'more' or say 'done'." I told him.

"More." He replied with no hesitation. I moved my right hand away from his cheek and replaced it with my left. I needed a better grip. My thumb on his bottom lip and my index finger just underneath his chin, I could move his head around as I pleased. I gripped slightly and pushed upwards with my index finger. My thumb slid off as I laid his head back so he couldn't see and his neck was stretched wide open to me.

"What makes this really fun, is being vulnerable." I whispered to him. Still holding his chin, I ran the tips of my right hand fingers down the side of his neck, surprising him. He jumped, then relaxed into the touch. For the second time, I heard and felt him moan. It was as hot as I had dreamed of.

"It's also why you have no shirt on," I reached my fingers around the back of his neck and rubbed my thumb over his adam's apple. His breath hitched. I imagined having my chin held up and having someone mime, but not at all, choke me. I relished the thought and felt so pleased I could do this for him. I got around to finishing my sentence, "but I'm still fully clothed." Josh whimpered. I took a moment to compose myself internally so I could continue.

Keeping his chin up with my left hand, I shifted it so my thumb aligned with the side of his jaw and my fingers could hold around the back of his neck. I shimmied backwards in his lap so I could run my other hand down his chest. "God, you are so fucking hot." I couldn't help myself from saying that as I brushed my fingers through his chest hair. Josh groaned. A fantasy come true was happening right before my very eyes. My fingers made their way down to his rib cage. I wanted to surprise him again, keep him feeling vulnerable though safe in my hands. I wrapped my hand around him, my thumb pressing just over his ribs and into the soft part of his stomach while using my fingers gripped around his ribcage as leverage. The sound Josh made was a mix of pain and shock, not that I had hurt him at all.

"Shhhh..." I cooed to him, waiting for him to relax into my hand. He did, quickly. I chuckled aloud and he wriggled under me. I kissed his collarbone, now the other side. He jumped, so I gripped his ribs tighter, as if to explain he should be still. I looked around out of the back windshield. The sun was starting to go down. It had definitely been a half-hour, maybe almost an hour since we arrived, but I really wasn't ready to be done. I kissed down his collarbone to the soft part of his shoulder. Checking the other side, I was right, I didn't leave a mark. So this time I bit down, hard. Hard enough to leave a mark certainly. Josh moaned and his hips bucked beneath me. I gripped his ribs hard with my fingers and forced him back against the seat with my palm. He was panting. I shifted closer to him and could feel how hard he was against my thigh. Not that he had any chance to check, but I was soaking wet. Pushed against his hard cock, I bit him again. This time closer to his sensitive neck than his shoulder. His yelp turned into a loud moan.

I straightened my arms, leaning back to admire my work. Two obvious bite marks. Josh shirtless and pinned against my back seat. I decided this was enough biting between friends. Releasing his ribs, I moved my right hand up to his shoulder, eliciting a shiver as I drifted up his chest. I softened my left hand, releasing his chin and letting him straighten his head to look at me, resting his cheek on my palm. A silent signal something was changing.

Quietly, I explained myself. "I think this is enough biting between friends." Josh looked at me with huge eyes, almost desperate for more. "Did you figure out if you're into it?" I asked innocently, as though he wasn't grinding his hard cock into me. I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, shifting backwards slightly to give him some space from me and our little backseat scene. He had nothing to say and was still staring right at me, begging with his eyes.

From my own past experiences, I knew exactly how he was feeling.

I started with his name to get his real attention. "Josh, let me guess: you want it so bad and you're in la-la-land right now? You'd do anything I say, right?"

"Mmmm... ya." He replied, as if he was saying what I want to hear as assurance that I should continue.

Still holding his cheek, I rubbed over his chest firmly with my other hand. I wanted to bring him back to Earth. "Baby boy," a brand-new pet name, "it's called 'subspace', like 'Submission'." I could see in his eyes I piqued his interest and he was coming down. "The endorphins... they bring you to a really special headspace. And now I need to make sure you're okay."

Josh looked almost sad as he realized it was coming to an end. He breathed out and his whole body relaxed.

"And I need to bring you inside, and you're going to drink some water and eat something. Might I remind you that our friends are all inside expecting us? So please, take a few minutes with me to calm back down... to normal."

I shifted off his lap eliciting a groan. Josh was still hard, obviously. I crawled into the seat next to him and he leaned onto my shoulder. I played idly with his hand, occasionally making him purr. He was still super sensitive.

"That was a lot." Josh squeaked out eventually. "But great. Really great." he added quickly.

"Oh? Ya?" I said sarcastically. As if he wasn't just completely pliable and turned on under me minutes ago.

"I do like biting." He announced. He sounded exhausted. I brought his hand to my mouth and kissed his knuckles. A whimper escaped from him. I kissed his hand again and I got a lesser whimper.

"I am glad I could help you find out. By the way, you definitely have two bite marks." I couldn't keep a satisfied smile off my face as he finally sat up enough to look at me. Josh couldn't keep a smile off his face either. We were both almost giddy in the aftermath.

"I like them." Josh replied.

"You haven't even seen them!" I exclaimed.

"No, but I liked getting them." He said as if it was a secret someone might overhear.

"Are you ready to stand? If we go inside, you can pop into the bathroom and check it out in the mirror."

Josh whined. I could tell he didn't want to leave the car, or maybe didn't want to leave my side. "Yes." He said eventually, sounding pouty.

I disentangled myself from him and got myself out of the car. Even my legs were a little shaky. I reached my hand out to Josh, grabbing his hand and helping him out of the car as well. He stood like a baby deer and steadied himself on both me and the car. I had to drive him home later, too.

"Come on, bud." I said half-jokingly as I started across the parking lot to the door, pulling his hand gently. I was glad I had parked so far away - it gave Josh time to get his land legs back.

"No more 'baby boy'?" Josh retorted, with equal amounts of sarcasm, teasing, and longing.

"We can 'baby boy' in private, baby boy." I replied. Josh smiled, pleased. Something had changed between us, yet nothing was different.

We continued making our way across the lot to the door. Both of us paused at the door. We stared at each other for a moment, recalling and reliving in an instant all that happened in the car. Together, we went inside and greeted our friends.

It was a chorus of 'Hello's, punctuated with a 'Who bit you?'.