GREY (GREYSON)
Icouldn’t stop looking at Malik. It was like a light bulb had switched on in my head, and nothing else mattered. I’d barely listened to Coach’s prep and strategy speech, and I’d sat next to Malik through our spaghetti dinner with our thighs touching the whole time and my balls aching. Malik had been right. We had always crossed the line in our friendship. It had taken my living with him, having him constantly beside me, to flip the switch fully.
I sighed and followed him to our cabin as another thunderstorm rolled in, the rumbling filling the cool air as it swept across my legs. I’d added a team hoodie on my top, but my legs were still bare. Why? So, I could touch Malik’s skin at dinner? Yeah, my subconscious had planned that when I’d seen him add a hoodie onto his top and kept his shorts on. My mind was an interesting place. It always knew more than it let on.
As we followed Bailey and Coley to our cabin, Malik glanced at me and smirked when raindrops fell around us, splashing in my hair and onto my hoodie. He leaned in, threading his fingers through mine. “We can’t escape into the woods if it’s raining.”
“I know.” Damn it, I was still so wound up. Now that I’d had a taste of him, my body hungered for him to the point of pain.
“Dudes, a game of poker before we wrap up the night?” Bailey stood at the door of our cabin. “I brought some cards.”
“Hell yes.” With a laugh, Coley shoved Bailey inside.
As the door swung shut, Malik stopped at the entry and faced me, brushing his lips across my mouth. “Maybe later the rain will stop.”
My dick woke with a vengeance, pushing into the band of my shorts. “Yeah, maybe later.” I cleared my throat.
“We’ll play a few rounds of cards and then tell them how tired we are and go to bed.” He smirked as lightning flashed, illuminating the trees and his stunning face.
Thunder crackled through the air, and I startled. “Shit.”
He covered me, his arms draping around my sides. “I’ve got you.” He breathed me in for a second and let me go. “Come on. Let’s show these wide receivers how to play poker.”
After a few rounds of poker,we’d readied for bed, and I climbed into my top bunk, my damn dick refusing to settle down. The anticipation of meeting Malik in the woods had me fired up like nothing else.
The mattress strings protested and squeaked as I lay on my back and stared into the darkness. How long would Malik wait before he came to me? We’d have to be quiet and come up with a good excuse for leaving if the other guys caught us. And how the hell would I keep this damn bed from squeaking?
Slow minutes passed, and soon someone snored while deep rhythmic breathing filled the room. Bailey and Coley had to be sleeping. Had Malik fallen asleep too?
I turned onto my side, tucking my hand between my thighs, my balls tight and solid cock aching. I swiped my thumb acrossthe base of my dick, and sensation shivered across my skin. If Malik didn’t get to me soon, I’d rub one out in bed. I flicked my gaze toward the bathroom. Or, I could go in there.
“Hey.” Malik’s voice whispered.
The silhouette of his head came into view beside my bed in the darkness, a slight glow forming around his hair from the lights on the paths outside the window. “You ready?”
“Yeah,” I whispered and, as slowly as possible, inch by inch, lifted from my bed. It made quiet sounds as I crawled off and onto the ladder and then climbed down. As my feet landed on the floor, I slipped them into my shower shoes.
Malik pushed his index finger across his lips, his eyes wide, and then glanced toward the other bunk.
The guys were sound asleep. It had been a long day. Maybe all the swimming in the creek had worn them out?
As Malik crept toward the door, I followed, tiptoeing, until we escaped outside. The cool fresh air smelled of rain and woods, reminding me of Ithaca. This was so different from being in the valley.
Clutching my hand, Malik led me away from the cabin and into the woods. In a soft voice, he said, “I can’t wait to have you again, Grey.” He stopped behind a gathering of trees, wrapped a hand around my nape and devoured me in hungry kisses, his tongue lapping at mine and his lips exploring.
Resting my hand on his hips, I thrust into him, tension coiling inside me.
“Holy fuck,” he muttered against my cheek, rubbing his stubble against my skin and rutting his firm cock against mine. In a growl, he said, “Come here. You’re mine.” He shoved me against a tree, slipped his hand into my shorts and stroked. “Fuck, you’re so hard and you’re already leaking for me.”
I panted, clouds of breath puffing from my throat as I tipped my head, my throbbing cock growing sensitive in his touch.“Keep, keep going.” Hell, it didn’t matter if it was his mouth or his hand, it all felt good to me.
“Yeah?” He lowered my shorts and his own, spit in his palm and then tugged us both, his dick rubbing against mine. “Oh, fuck, Grey, I could barely hold it together through dinner.” He consumed me in harsh kisses, his tongue tangling with mine as he thrust.
Pleasure bloomed inside me, and my cock pulsed, dribbling more precum into his hand. “F-feels good.” No handjob from a woman ever felt this amazing. Was I gay and hadn’t known it because of the demisexual shit?
He groaned, and his body trembled against mine. “That’s it, Grey, you’re leaking so much for me.” As he bit into the column of my neck, shivers raced down my side.
With a whimper, I slumped against him and dug my fingers into his flexing ass. “It’s never been like this for me,” I croaked.