“We’re showering together?” I hooked a brow. There was no way that wouldn’t end in orgasms, but who knew, maybe he’d surprise me. Plus, it might make it easier to put the plug in and not ravish the hell out of him.
“Yes, together.” He threw the covers off himself. “I’ll grab the plug from your room. Is it in the nightstand?” He hopped out of bed and stood, his dick standing tall between his thighs.
“You'd better put something on if you’re going into the hallway. I don’t want Tex seeing you like that.” Hell no, he was all mine. I sat up in the bed and shifted toward the headboard. “And can you grab me some fresh clothes?“ It would be nice to feel clean.
Crawling over the bed, he planted a quick kiss on my lips. “Yep. I’ll put something on. Don’t worry.” He strolled to his dresser and slipped some shorts on, his dick now at half-mast.
“You still look indecent.” I crossed my arms over my chest. Fuck, why did I care? It was only Tex.
“I’ll be quick.” He swung his door open, looked down the hall and then left.
Something had shifted between us. There was no doubt in my mind now. It was more than friends with benefits.
After a fun showerincluding soapy hand jobs, we dried, and he helped me to the bed, his arm wrapped around my waist while I hobbled. “Can you grab me my clothes?” He’d hidden the plug inside the fresh t-shirt, shorts and underwear he’d brought in before the shower.
“Sure.” He threw them on the bed and held the black plug up along with the lube. “Maybe we should take care of this before I get dressed?” A smirk crept across his lips.
“Uh, yeah.” Heat filled my groin. Here we go, I was about to rally. How many times could I come in one day? I might be about to find out. “Come here and lie down.” I patted the bed beside me.
“On my back or hands and knees?” After setting the plug and lube onto the duvet, he crawled onto the bed, jutting his ass toward me, his dick plumping.
“Just like that.” My cock filled in an instant and pulsed. Oh, holy fuck, I wanted him right now, soapy hand job or not. I turned in the bed, lifting my legs up and shimmying behind him. It wouldn’t hurt to give him a little tug while I slipped it in, right? “Spread for me.”
With a whimper, he widened his knees. “Fuck, Malik, the anticipation is killing me.”
“Me too.” I slicked my fingers and the plug with lube and then swept my digits along his crack, nudging them against his hole.
He clenched my finger and moaned. “Fucking hell, put it in me. I want to feel it.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Though he’d become accustomed to the plug over the last few weeks. Wrapping a hand around his rock-hard cock, I gave it slow strokes while I pushed the plug against his hole.
“It doesn’t hurt. Oh, fuck…” Goosebumps rose on his ass, and he groaned, arching his back. “I can already imagine how good it’ll feel having you inside me,” he said in a husky voice.
“Damn...” Then why couldn’t we do it now? I palmed my aching dick, and sensation swirled inside me. The wait would be worth it. It would. While stroking his dick, I slipped the plug inside him, dragging it in until only the flared end remained between his muscled ass cheeks.
With a ragged exhale, his head dropped between his arms, and he shuddered, a sharp gasp escaping him. “Hell, that feels strange, but in a good way.” He twisted around. “I can sit on it, right?”
“Yeah.” As I focused on his firm cock with precum glistening at the tip, my mouth watered. How the hell had I not wanted him this badly all those years we were friends?
He plopped his ass on the bed and squirmed, his cock twitching and more precum beading at the tip. “This is fucking with my head a little, but I like it.”
“Yeah?” Licking my lips, I lowered and flicked my tongue across his tip, the salty taste of his precum filling my mouth. Need flared inside me. How would we get through breakfast?
With a whimper, he clutched my hair and pulled my head up. “If you keep that up, I’ll come, and I don’t want to yet.” His pupils flared and his cheeks flushed.
“Okay, sorry, but I can’t help myself.” I had to get away from him, or I’d keep playing with him. I couldn’t control it. After grabbing my clothing, I slipped my briefs up my legs. “Get dressed before I lose my mind, Grey.” After gliding my shirt over my torso, I peeked at him, wiggling his ass on the bed, his eyelids fluttering. “Grey, come on.” I poked at his shoulder.
“Uh, yeah.” He hopped off the bed and dressed, pulling loose athletic shorts over his underwear and an oversized t-shirt on his upper half.
“You trying to hide your boner?” I snickered as I fastened my boot onto my foot. Given the size, it wouldn’t be easy to do.
“Yes.” With a smirk at me, he pushed on his groin while lifting a leg. “There. I think that’ll work.”
“Why aren’t we just fucking right now?” I stood and stepped to him, his cheeks blooming red. I failed the see the logic.
“Because I…” He dipped his head, biting the side of his lower lip. “I want to build up to what we’re about to do. I want it to be amazing. It’s sort of like edging, right?”
Planting my hands on his shoulders, I said, “Grey, it’ll be amazing even without this.” I gave him a half-hungry kiss, gliding my tongue across his, my dick waking again. “But youknow I’ll do anything you want. I’m on board. Anything for you.” Hell, because I loved him? Yes.