“Grey, if you keep playing at the level you did tonight, Malik won’t need to pull any strings to get you an agent or into the draft.” Tex smirked and then drank his beer.
“You guys are the best.” Grey dipped his forehead against my shoulder. “I can’t remember the last time I was this happy.”
Me neither.Even with an injury, I could see only good times ahead for us both. I inhaled deeply. What would it be like for us to be boyfriends, like Tex had joked about? When we were home, it felt like we were. And it was the best.
After finishing our beers,Grey insisted on fastening my boot for me, like I was in invalid, and I followed him into his bedroom. “So…sponge bath?” Yeah, that comment had lodged in the back of my head.
“Of course. I’ll undress you and then I’ll wet a warm washcloth.” He helped me to the bed, even though I could walk just fine.
Sitting on the edge, I let him remove my boot, my shorts and underwear and my t-shirt. As I watched him toss the clothing into his hamper in the closet, my dick grew hard. There’d be no way for him to clean me without it turning sexual. I wasn’t stupid.
As he strolled toward his bathroom, he peeked at me. His shorts tented with the growing length of his cock.
Yep, I was right. I placed lazy strokes on my dick while swiping my tongue across my lips.
As he disappeared into the bathroom, he palmed himself, and rushing water filled the air.
“Get that washcloth good and warm.” I shimmied further up the bed and lay on my back with one arm tucked behind my head, imagining his mouth on me. My dick pulsed, and precum beaded at the tip. I swiped it across the head and rocked my hips, groaning as sensation shivered up my spine. We’d planned on having sex tonight, but I knew with my injury that was out of the question. He’d think I could hurt myself further, even though I’d be careful.
He returned naked with two wet washcloths and climbed onto the bed to sit beside me on tucked legs, his firm cock rising between his thighs.
“You undressed while I wasn’t looking.” I offered a sly grin while tension knotted in my gut.
“I did. You were too busy imagining what I’m about to do to you.” He brushed the warm washcloth up my arm and down my pecs, then lower over my stomach.
“And what are you planning?” As the wet warmth swept across my skin, it pebbled. Since we couldn’t fuck, hopefully a blow job was in order?
Flicking his tongue at the corner of his mouth, he said, “This.” Leaning over, he sucked my nipple into his mouth and fluttered his tongue across it.
My cock twitched in my palm as sensation rippled through me. “Fuck…Yeah? What else?” I stroked faster, bringing myself closer to the brink.
“And this.” He swiped the cloth across my balls and then moved my hand away. “I can’t clean your dick with your hand there.” He hooked a brow and washed my cock, swiping all around it. “You’re leaking already.”
“Why wouldn’t I be? You do this to me, Grey. I can barely look at you and not get hard.” I tucked my other arm under my head. Except in the game. I’d had to force my head to stay in it.
“Yeah?” He crawled between my legs and gripped the base of my cock. “I was looking forward to having you tonight, since we don’t have to use condoms. Guess this’ll have to do until tomorrow.” He plunged his mouth over me, taking me to the back of his throat, and squeezed the tip of his cock as precum dripped from the head.
“Jesus, fuck.” I arched my back off the bed as a shock of sensation tore through me, his hot wet mouth swallowing me whole. “What’s, what’s tomorrow?” His devious mind had planned something. I was sure of it.
With a few licks of my shaft and a wet pop, he left me and said, “I’m wearing the plug in the morning, so we can make good on our promise tomorrow afternoon.”
It was a promise now? “You want me to fuck you tomorrow afternoon, but not tonight?” Could I talk him into letting me fuck him tonight too? My breath quickened as his hand pumped my saliva-slicked cock.
“Yep.” Rolling my balls with one hand, he slipped my dick into his mouth and sucked hard and fast, throwing me close to the edge.
I fisted his hair and panted as climax teased me. I wanted to hold out and keep this going.
He pulled off again. “It’s all about you tonight, Malik, but tomorrow…” A wicked grin quirked his mouth. “Tomorrow you’ll still be my priority, but I’ll get what I want too.” He flicked his tongue at my slit and toyed with my glans.
As little sparks shivered my skin, I gasped and said, “What is it you want?” Dare I ask?
“Since you’re injured…” He wrapped his lips around my crown and then left it. “I’ll fuck myself on top of you.”
My cock jerked in his palm as a wave of pleasure washed over me. “Fucking hell, you almost made me come. Why not now?” What sort of game was this?
“Because the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to wear the plug first, and I couldn’t do that tonight and play football.” He swiped his thumb across my tip.
“I can prep you.” Hell, we’d been doing that all week. Goddamn, I wanted him like I’d wanted no one before. With a deep groan, I said, “Please let me fuck you now.” I fought against my mounting climax.