“Thanks, Malik.” His darkened gaze locked on mine. “I’ve never felt comfortable enough with anyone to try the crazy shit that pops up in my head. You’re such a fucking gift to me.” Cupping my cheek, he pressed a toe-curling kiss on my mouth, a soft moan slipping from him as his hard cock brushed against mine.
As the kiss broke, the room spun. His kisses officially made me dizzy. My lips quirked. “Let’s go make breakfast.” I patted his ass.
He squeaked and jumped. “Damn, feels good.” Giving me a wicked look, he swung the door open, grabbed my hand and led me through the hallway and into the kitchen.
FOURTEEN
GREY (GREYSON)
As Malik cooked bacon and eggs on the stovetop, I slipped slices of bread into the toaster. The plug felt amazing. I knew it was there, pushing pressure into my insides, but it made itself known in the best way when I moved. Fuck, I was a dirty bastard.
As the toast popped, I plucked it from the toaster and slid butter and strawberry jam over it with a knife. Wiggling my hips, a little shock spread to my cock, and it twitched. How long could I stay hard? Was it unhealthy to do this?
I added more bread to the toaster and glanced at Malik, watching me with darkened eyes. This idea had him hot as hell too. Biting my lower lip, I brushed my hand across the tip of my cock, leaking precum every time I shifted. I had to be careful and not leak through my damn shirt. My underwear was already a mess.
With a soft groan, Malik flipped the eggs. “Tex should be out any minute—as soon as he gets a whiff of the bacon.”
As if on cue, Tex strolled out of the hallway. “You two are making breakfast? Excellent.” Smacking his lips, he padded to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of orange juice. “I’ll set the table. Is the coffee ready?”
“Yep.” I’d already drunk mine. I sidestepped to the coffeemaker, and tingling spread into my balls. As I waited for it to pass, I clenched my jaw, stifling a moan. “I’ll get you some.” I poured his coffee and added creamer and set it on the island counter for him.
As he plucked silverware from the drawer, he said, “Thanks.” Doing a double take of me, he said, “You okay? You look feverish.” He held his arm up as if to check my forehead.
“He’s fine.” Twisting from the stove, Malik stepped between us. “Go set the table.” He snuck a peek at me. “And maybe turn the AC down. He’s probably hot from cooking.”
“Yeah, I’ve never seen him in the kitchen cooking.” With a snicker, Tex set the table and strolled to the thermostat on the wall, tapping the screen.
As Malik plated the eggs and bacon, I brought the plate of toast to the table and set it down. “Breakfast is served.” I eyed the chair. How would it feel to sit on such a hard surface?
Tex grabbed his coffee from the counter and then dropped into a chair across from me. “I hope you aren’t coming down with something.”
As one edge of my lips curled, I said, “I’m not.” Bracing myself, I sank into the chair, the plug tickling my prostate as my ass hit it. I squeezed my eyes shut for a beat as heat flared across my skin. Holy hell, I almost lost it, right in front of Tex.
Malik peered at me as he took the chair next to mine and set the plates on the table. “I’ll bet you’re extrahungrythis morning.” He threw me a sly grin.
“I am.” Holy fuck, was I. I smirked. He was talking about sex, though. As I added a few slices of toast to my plate, my ass shifted on the chair and sensation rippled through me. This little experiment was perfect. I would shoot such a huge load after?—
“How’s the ankle, Malik?” Tex dug into his eggs, cutting them with his fork.
Sneaking a peek at me, Malik said, “Feels a little better this morning. I’m sure it’s because of all the damn ice you two made me put on it.” He scoffed a chuckle.
As I stuffed eggs into my mouth, my gaze roamed Malik’s muscled body, the peaks of his nipples showing through his shirt. I could suck those things right now.
Malik did a double take of me, parted his lips and then shifted his knee to touch mine. “What do you have planned today, Tex?”
“I’m heading into the gym after breakfast. I’d like to work my stiff muscles from the game with lighter weights.” Tex ate a slice of bacon.
“Good.” With a nod, a smirk teased Malik’s mouth.
“Want to come with me, Grey?” Tex’s gaze landed on me as he held his bacon over his plate.
“Uh, what?” As I squirmed on my chair, sensation shivered up my spine. I had to focus on the conversation.
Tex furrowed his brows. “I asked if you’d like?—”
“N-no, I’ll stay here and take care of Malik.” I gave Malik a knowing look. What would it be like to go to the gym with a plug in? Fuck…I shouldn’t think too much about it, or I might try it.
“Yeah, he’s my nursemaid this weekend.” Malik patted my hand, resting next to my plate.