“No, tomorrow.” With a smirk, he devoured my cock in his wet heat and pumped, moaning against my shaft and swallowing my cockhead in the back of his throat.
“Oh, fuck.” I was a goner. As a surge of tingling heat rushed through my body, I tumbled into pure bliss, my cock spasming and shooting cum down his throat, my balls emptying into him. As I curled my fingers into his hair, I tugged it, and my ankle twinged. I couldn’t control my damn body.
He writhed over me, lapping all my cum, rocking his hips as if fucking the air.
As my climax slowed, he fell over me, propped on his elbow. “Kiss me while I come.” Wrapping a hand around his shaft and tugging his cock, he pressed his mouth against mine in hungry kisses.
I grabbed his nape and held his lips to mine, nipping them as his body shuddered and hot cum sprayed my chest.
Breaking the kisses, he pressed his forehead on mine and panted, deep moans bursting from his throat. As he calmed, he fell on top of me in a heap. “Fucking hell. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
“No, you didn’t.” No fucking way I would tell him my ankle protested as I came. Tomorrow it would have some time to heal, and it would be better. Nothing could keep me from fucking him. I draped my arms around his shoulders and kissed his head. “That was amazing, Grey. As always.”
“I wanted to make you feel good after all the bullshit you went through tonight.” He lifted his head, his gaze searching my face. “How do you feel about me taking your spot for the next few weeks?” His brows wrinkled.
I cupped his cheek, brushing my thumb across it. Was he worried about that? “Hey, there’s no one I’d rather see replace me but you. I love watching you play, Grey. Hell, I want you to succeed, and for that to happen, you need to play.”
With a brief nod, his eyes grew glassy. “Thanks, Malik. If Coach plays me more even after you heal?—”
“I’ll be happy for you.” My heart ached for him. I’d always taken for granted that I’d end up in the NFL, while he’d had to fight for it. He deserved this chance. Booping his nose, I said, “Just don’t get a better position in the draft than me. Then I might be a little salty.”
“Shit, that’ll never happen.” A small smile pulled at his lips. “You’re the best, Malik, and everyone knows it.”
Damn it, I wish he saw himself the way I did. “Then you’re second best.” I gave him a lingering kiss and brushed my hand down his back. As it broke, I said, “We'd better clean up for real and get some sleep. There’s this thing happening tomorrow, and I can’t wait for it.”
“Hell yes.” He peeled off me, grabbed the other washcloth and wiped us both down. “See, this is why I had two washcloths. One for sweat and one for cum.” He chuckled and then hopped off the bed, throwing the washcloths into his hamper and then ducking into his bathroom again. “I’ll do our laundry tomorrow.”
When he returned to the bed, he wrapped my ankle in a compression bandage, and we slipped under his silky sheets. “Turn on your side.” He propped on a straight arm, studying me.
“Yeah? Why?” I rolled to the side. He always had something up his sleeve.
“So, I can spoon you.” After turning the nightstand lamp off, he snuggled in behind me, draping an arm across my side, his body heating my back. “Guess I’m feeling a little protective of you.” He kissed the back of my shoulder.
“Yeah?” I threaded my fingers in his and held his arm to my chest, my heart blooming with emotions. These were special moments when he’d open up to me. “Tell me why.”
“You got hurt tonight, and I could only watch.” He hugged me tighter. “I wanted to be out on that field with the medics.” He kissed my shoulder again. “I tackled the lineman who fell on you when your ankle was injured.” His voice was tight.
“You did?” I must have been in the medical room when that happened. “Thanks, man, but I don’t think the guy did anything wrong. It was just an accident.” I liked his protectiveness. I couldn’t lie. Did it mean he was feeling the things I was?
“I don’t care. It made me feel better.” He chuckled through a scoff. “I felt helpless. I don’t like feeling helpless with you.”
“Grey…” I turned in his hold to lie on my back, my gaze finding his in the nightlight's glow from his bathroom. “You’re something else tonight.” I brushed a lock of bang from his head as his throat dipped with a swallow. If he were having new feelings about us, would he admit them?
“I…Yeah, well, I love you, man.” With a faint grin, he pressed his lips to mine for a long beat and then rose onto his elbow. “Come on, let me spoon you so I can feel like I’m keeping you safe.” With a quick chuckle, he pushed me to my side.
“Love you too, man.” As my heart glowed with emotion, I snuggled into his front and tucked an arm under my pillow. Fucking hell, was this romantic love?Yeah, I think it is. For me, anyway.
The next morning,I woke up in Grey’s arms with my ankle aching. Funny how sometimes injuries hurt more the next day. I wouldn’t let it stop me from getting all of Grey though, fuck that. I rolled onto my back and rubbed my eyes.
“Good morning, gorgeous.” With a lazy smile, he kissed my pec. “When can we put the plug in?”
Dropping my arms, I stared at him. “We just woke up and you’re already thinking about sex?” Insatiable. I loved it.
He shrugged a shoulder. “Yeah, let’s get this party started.” He glanced toward my legs. “How’s the ankle this morning?”
“It’s fine.” It hurt, but fuck if I’d tell him that. “I can put the plug in you.” My morning erection grew hot. How the hell would I do this and not get him off?
“Yeah? Sounds good. Let’s take a quick shower first and then do it.” His teeth scraped across his lower lip. “I’ll help you.”