“There you are.” Carrie leaned her head outside the sliding doors. “What’s going on?”
Startled, I jumped off Malik and brushed my hair from my face. Shit, it was dark, but the moon was out. I needed an excuse and quick. Pointing at Malik, I said, “He’s a little drunk, and I was helping him piss out here.”
Malik dropped his jaw and stared at me. “What?”
“There are perfectly good bathrooms inside this house. Honestly.” She scoffed.
“Yeah, but they were full.” Fuck, I did have to piss, but not that badly. I glanced at Malik, peeling his back from the wall. What had happened between us? It was a little fuzzy now.
“Doesn’t matter, it’s time for us to go home, anyway.” He fished his phone from his shorts. “I’m calling an Uber.”
“Fine.” Pressing her lips together, Carrie shut the door and left.
“Well, I guess we won’t have to worry about them inviting us out again.” He tapped his phone. “You’re obviously drunk though, and I need to get you home before you puke on me.” He patted my shoulder. “Come on, let’s go out front.”
On the drive home,I dozed with my head resting on Malik’s shoulder while he held my hand on his thigh. I wouldn’t overthink what had happened outside the damn house. We were best friends and had always been close and affectionate. Plus, the tequila had messed with me.
After the car stopped, we climbed out and ambled inside, with Malik unlocking the door for us and saying, “Dude, will you be okay or should I tuck you in?” He strode to the kitchen and grabbed two water bottles from the refrigerator.
I stumbled through the hallway and grabbed the wall to right myself. “Maybe tuck me in?” A soft chuckle rumbled in mythroat. Maybe I’d have the balls to ask him to sleep with me tonight?
After strolling over to me, he handed me a water bottle. “Here. Let’s get you to bed.” Tucking an arm around my waist, he led me into my bedroom.
“Shut the door.” I unfastened my shorts as my dick lengthened with heat. The damn thing was all confused. It had happened before around him, but it had always been manageable. This was ridiculous. Was it because we lived together now? Why the hell would that matter?
Malik did as I asked and stepped up behind me. “Here.” After setting his bottle on my bed, he dropped my shorts and lifted my shirt by the hem. “I know you hate to sleep with your clothes on.”
“Yeah.” I swallowed thickly. “Can, um, would you sleep with me tonight?” I turned around, my solid cock tenting my briefs. I swiped my hand across my shaft, and heat shivered across my skin.
Glancing downward, his brows snapped up. “Uh, why?” As his gaze met mine, his eyes darkened, and he swept his tongue across his lips. “Are you okay?”
“Remember that time in Cabo?” A smirk crept across my mouth. What the hell was I even talking about?
“Yes, but…” As his breath quickened, he adjusted his equally hard cock, outlined in his shorts. “Grey?—”
Grabbing his cheeks, I smothered his mouth in a bruising kiss, our teeth gnashing together and tongues battling. I wasn’t okay. I fucking wanted him.
As he slanted his mouth over mine, a whimper escaped his throat, and he thrust his dick against mine.
My thighs hit my bed as he pushed us backward, and we tumbled across it, with him on top of me, chest to chest, his hot cock slotting against mine. He found my mouth again and placed hungry kisses on my lips, his tongue slipping against my own.He was hard muscle, not soft like the women I’d been with, and his kisses were hungrier, needier. It lit me up inside.
I slapped my hands on his rounded ass, the one my eyes always sought in the gym, and squeezed while I rocked my hips, seeking friction and pressure on my aching cock. What would it be like, having his dick rub against mine? He’d said it was the best. In a growl, I said, “Do it. I want it.” He’d know what I meant.
“Oh, fuck.” While he bit at my lower lip, he snuck a hand between us and rolled to the side, freed his thick cock and then mine.
As his shaft rubbed across my own, an explosion of sensation jolted through my body, curling my toes.Holy hell, this is what I’ve been looking for. A deep moan ripped from my throat.
“Jesus fuck, Grey,” he said, his voice cracking and body shuddering. Devouring my mouth in searing kisses, he fisted both our dicks and stroked while rutting against me.
As tension wound tightly and my balls tingled, I nuzzled his cheek and said, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” Wrapping my ankles around his, I thrust harder against him and bit my lower lip.
He nipped down my jaw and sucked my earlobe into his mouth, his harsh breath rushing across the shell of my ear. As his hand pumped faster, he trembled over me. “Close, Grey. Are you close?”
“Y-yes.” Pleasure crested, and my cock grew sensitive. Plummeting over the edge, my fingers dug into the globes of his ass, and waves of sensation sparked across my body, jerking my dick and spurting cum between us. I groaned and squirmed below him, losing myself in climax.
“Oh, fuck,” he gritted out, and his body shuddered over mine. His hot cum splattered on my chest, mixing with my own.
As it slowed, he relaxed over me, resting his cheek on my shoulder and brushing his knuckles across my jaw. “You surprised the fuck out of me, Grey.”