“Yeah, I guess you’re right. But let’s be mindful and not overdo it.” He drank some of his mimosa. “We overdid it in the past.”
I ruminated on all the times we’d visited a club and people had asked if we were together. “Yeah, maybe we did. But we never cared and fuck…” I placed a hand on his thigh under the table. “It was nice.”
Bumping his shoulder on mine, he gave me a coy smile. “Yeah, but before, I didn’t get hard just because you touched my thigh.”
I peeked at his groin and the clear outline of his firm cock pushing along his pant leg. “Jesus, Grey. Does your dick ever stand down?”
“Nope, not with you.” He adjusted his cock, shoving it into the waistband of his shorts so it wasn’t so noticeable. “Good thing these shorts are loose.”
After sipping my drink, I slipped my hand up his thigh, closer to his dick, my own perking up. Fuck, we were supposed to be out at brunch. What was I doing? But I couldn’t help myself.
As his attention drew to me, he ticked a brow and leaned in, whispering, “Are you about to play with me under the table?”
My gaze caught the server returning to us. “No, I’ll stop.” But I wanted to continue. He’d warped my damn mind.
The server dropped off our food. “Is there anything else I can get you?”
“Nope.” He unrolled his silverware from a linen napkin and laid the napkin in his lap. “When we get home…” He tossed a wicked glance my way.
Would it be like this all year? Our sharing orgasms multiple times a day? Or would it wear off, eventually? I picked up a leg of fried chicken with gravy slathered over it and bit into it. It had to slow at some point, right?
He cut into his omelette, smothered in a cream sauce, maybe hollandaise? “What toys do you have in your bedroom?” His darkened gaze met mine. “I assume you have them?”
“What makes you assume that?” I cut into a waffle. Here we were, focused on sex again. But we had things to discuss, like condom use.
With a shrug, he said, “Because it seems like you’re game for anything in bed, which I love by the way.” As a smile quirked his lips, he leaned against me.
As I nodded, I said, “Yeah, I’ve got a few things. Plugs, vibrating shit.” I waggled my brows at him. “Stuff I’d love to use on you.”
His pupils flared. “Yeah? Can’t wait.” He ate another bite of omelette. “You’ve opened my eyes to a world of possibilities.”
“Grey, since we’re on the subject, we should probably talk about safety. You know, condoms and shit.” I drank some mimosa, keeping my gaze on him.
“You can’t get pregnant from me, right?” He chuckled and stuffed eggs into his mouth.
“No, but I’m on PrEP.” Did he know what that was? I set my silverware on my plate.
His brows lowered and his mouth tensed. “Why? Are you…” His eyes popped open. “Shit, Malik, are you sick? Do you have?—”
“No, I don’t have HIV. PrEP is a medicine you take to prevent it.” I held his gaze. “If I were positive, I would have told you,don’t you think?” My brows rose. What kind of shit friend would I be to fool around with him and not tell him?
“Yeah, guess you would.” He tensed his mouth. “So, if you’re on that and my last test before moving here was negative, then no condoms?” He inhaled deeply. “Fuck, I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.” He took a few gulps of his mimosa.
“You hooked up with Carrie after your test.” And I hooked up with Riley. Shit, did we need another test? I clenched my teeth. We should.
“But I didn’t have sex with her.” His attention drew to me. “I’m sure if I’d gotten something, I’d know it by now.”
“Let’s get tested at the student health center tomorrow, just to be sure.” I held my breath. Would he go for it?
He stopped with his fork at his mouth, egg dangling off it. “Yes, if you think it’s necessary, let’s do it.” He set the bite of food on his plate and wrapped his hand around my nape, squeezing it for a beat. “You’re more experienced than I am about this, and I want to be sure you’re comfortable with us when we decide to…you know.”
“Have anal sex? You can say it.” My gaze dropped to his plump lips, wet from eating. He was still getting comfortable in our new situation. I had to remember that.
“Yeah.” Lowering his voice, he said, “Anal sex.” His gaze swept the room, and he dropped his hand onto the table.
“Don’t worry, nobody heard you.” With a soft snort, I ate a hunk of chicken on a piece of waffle. “Anyway, what’s your class schedule like tomorrow?” It was time we discussed something other than sex.
The next day,I headed home after a grueling day of practice and classes. Midday, I’d met Grey at the student health services center, and we’d gotten tested for everything imaginable, had lunch together and then I’d left him to finish my day.