“Sounds like a plan.” He pushed on my chest, and I climbed off the couch. With a glance at him, I padded into my bedroom.
Their muffled voices hung in the air as Malik guided Tex to bed.
As I stood at the foot of my bed, I tapped my lips. Should I undress or let him undress me? No point in wasting time. I shucked my shirt off and dropped my shorts, stepping out of them, my dick stretching toward my navel. Would I ever want a woman again? Hell, right now I didn’t think so.
Malik stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. “Well, would you look at that? A snack.”
I twisted around. “I’d say it’s more of a meal.” Cupping my balls, I fisted the base of my cock and bounced it at him.
Tossing a bottle of lube onto the bed, he said, “You’re absolutely right. What was I thinking?” As he palmed his hard dick through his shorts, he wrapped his free hand around my nape and claimed me in penetrating kisses, his tongue swiping across mine.
Hooking his waist with one arm, my free hand found his hard cock and stroked him through his shorts.
He moaned into our kisses and after a minute, he said, “I have too many clothes on.” He stepped back, and keeping his darkened gaze on mine, he slowly lifted his shirt at the hem and threw it to the floor. The low light from my nightstand revealed the ripple of his six-pack and the trail of hair leading to his dick, rising toward his hip. My mouth watered. This was the night. I would suck him off.
Falling to my knees, I snatched the band of his shorts and underwear and worked them down to the floor. As my dick twitched, a pulse of pleasure shot through me. Fuck, he was big and so ready for me.
As I grabbed his cock at the base and focused on it, his breath hitched, and stomach clenched. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” He scraped his fingers through my hair and along my scalp.
“Y-yes,” I croaked and cleared my throat. It felt like a monumental moment, like this act would secure a permanent spot in the queer community for me. But it was Malik, the one person in the world who knew me,who saw me. Maybe I’d never suck another guy’s cock again and that would be okay. As I peeked up at him, I flicked my tongue across the slit, the heady taste of his precum filling my mouth.
“Jesus, fuck.” He groaned and seized my hair, pulling on it. “I’ll let you know when I’m close, so you can pull off.”
“What if I don’t want to?” I sucked the crown into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, the taste salty, the masculine musk of him flooding my senses. My balls ached, and as I slid him toward my throat, I wrapped a hand around my cock, holding it to stave off the ache. If I stroked, I might come. I had to wait.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Grey. So fucking hot with my dick in your mouth.” He gasped as I took him in deeper, to the back of my throat. “That’s it, take it, swallow me.”
I gulped, and as my throat clenched around his cockhead, his dick twitched against my tongue. I moaned as a rush of heat tingled my cock and my balls drew up. Holy fuck, I loved making him feel good. It was amazing, the power I held over him right now. He was mine—all fucking mine.
As a gravelly moan slipped from him, he rocked his hips, fucking my mouth.
I opened as far as I could, one hand fondling his balls, rolling them while I pumped his dick with my mouth and the other hand, fluttering my tongue across the tip. Tension coiled in mygut, and my cock dripped precum down my shaft. Sucking him was getting me off as much as him.
His dick swelled further against my tongue, and his precum flooded my mouth. He was so damn close, on a hair trigger. I could feel it. Rising onto my knees, I rocked my hips, thrusting into the air, imagining his mouth on me.
“Oh, fuck, gonna come. Pull off, Grey.” He yanked at my hair and then his dick pulsed.
I stayed on him, lapping at the tip while gliding his shaft deeply into my mouth, swallowing as his cum shot down my throat in quick spurts. Moans filled the air as his thighs quivered.
My dick twitched and balls tingled as I thrust into the air, pleasure shivering up my spine. Fuck, I might come. I squeezed my cock, moaning, as I fought to stop the inevitable. Not yet, not fucking yet.
As the twitching in his cock subsided, I pulled off him with a wet slurp and sat on my haunches, swiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
He crouched in front of me, cupping both my cheeks. “Grey, that was amazing.” He pressed quick kisses on my nose, my mouth and my cheeks while lifting me to stand. “Let me do that for you.”
My entire body trembled with need. “Yeah?” I could barely think. What was it about him that made me desire him so much? Was it the years we spent being so close?
He guided me to my bed. “Lie down.”
After creeping onto the bed, I propped onto my ass and then lay on my back at the headboard, my gaze catching the bottle of lube as I lifted my knees. With a soft snort, I said, “We never used the lube.”
“Don’t need it for a blow job, unless?” His brow arched as a spark lit in his eyes. “Would you want to try having me finger youwhile I do it?” Grabbing the bottle, he crawled toward me and between my legs.
“I-I don’t know. What does it feel like?” I’d already sucked a cock, how much more queer could I be? My cock pulsed against my stomach, and a thread of precum dribbled onto it.
“Your dick seems to like this idea.” He licked the tip and said, “It feels amazing, believe me. If you let me rub your prostate while you come, it’ll be the best orgasm yet.”
“Hard to believe I could come any harder than I already have with you.” I bit the side of my lower lip. What the hell. If I were doing this, I might as well go all the way. “Yes, do it.” I slid my ass toward him and spread my legs. “How do you want me?”