Moaning into our kisses, he hooked his ankles around my hips as my balls rested against his ass.
Sensation shivered across my skin, and my cock pulsated. I couldn’t lose it now. “Fuck, hold on.” I stayed still, waiting for the tension inside me to subside.
With a sly grin, he said, “My ass is so good you already want to come?” Wrapping his hand around the back of my head, he pressed our lips together, flicking his tongue along mine.
As I rolled my hips, my dick slid out and in, sensation rolling through me in waves. All my senses focused on him—the smoothheat of his body, the give of his lips against mine, the beating of our hearts.
We moved together for a few minutes, in sync in every way. As hot pleasure built inside me, I left his mouth and nipped the column of his neck, panting against his skin.
“Harder, babe. Fuck me like you love me.” He clutched my shoulders and squeezed my hips with his legs.
As I quickened my pace, my balls slapped his ass and our hips struck, the bed creaking with the rocking of our bodies. With the edge of climax bursting inside me, my heart bloomed with emotion. As my cock pulsed and shot cum inside him, I rasped, “Love you so fucking much.” Reaching between us, I milked his cock, and it jerked against my palm, his hot cum painting his chest.
He held tighter to me and gasped as he fell over the cliff, his brows tensing and mouth dropping open with harsh shudders.
When it quieted, I relaxed over him, resting my cheek on his shoulder, fully sated, his heartbeat slowing in my ear. “I can’t stop saying I love you.”
“Yeah? I’m fine with that. You can repeat it as often as you like. I’ll never tire of hearing it.” A chuckle rumbled in his chest. “I love you, Malik Thompson, my baby, my best friend, my lover, my?—”
“Okay.” With a sharp laugh, I lifted my head, gazing deeply into his blue eyes. “We have a potentially big day tomorrow. We should have a quick shower and rest.”
“I agree.” He nipped at the end of my nose. “It’s different now though, isn’t it?” He dropped his legs from my hips, and my waning dick slipped out of him.
“Yeah, it’s different. It’s…better.” I wasn’t sure how else to put it into words. Placing my hand on his cheek, I brushed my thumb across it.
“It’s more than better. I’ve had nothing like this. I feel so…like we could take on the world.” He gave me a shy grin.
Shit, we might have to. “Yeah, and if we did, we’d win.” I pressed a soft kiss on his lips. “Come on. Let’s get that shower in.”
The next morning,after a night of intense spooning, we started the day off with our usual shower blowjobs, dressed in sweats and then headed into the main room. “Have you checked your phone this morning?”
Grey shook his head as he slipped his phone from the pocket of his sweats.
Tex stood at the coffeemaker, watching it drip into the carafe. “Morning, you two.” He tossed us a warm smile. “How were the dates?”
“Terrible.” I pulled two mugs from the upper cupboard and set them on the counter. “We…” I glanced at Grey, arching a brow at me. “Do you want to tell him, or should I?”
As a grin spread across his lips, he planted a hand on my shoulder and said, “Apparently our love for each other was too much, and I attacked Malik with kisses in an alley.” He huffed a sigh. “And the girls saw us.”
With his brows quirking up, Tex said, “Love? Did you finally confess to each other?”
“We did.” I held my breath. Tex had known this all along.
As his smile lit his face, Tex said, “Goddamn, you two. I’m so happy for you.” He wound an arm around each of us and pulled us into a group hug. “About fucking time.” He kissed my cheek and then Grey’s.
“Yeah, I know.” As the hug ended, I stepped back. When would Grey address the fallout? “There’s a problem though. Ella has a photo of us kissing and will probably use it to tell Grey’s father. We’re not sure what he’ll say.”
With a scoff, Grey said, “Whatever he says, it’ll be bad.” He lifted his phone to his face and tapped the screen.
As the coffee maker groaned, signaling the end, Tex poured coffee into all our cups. “Creamer?”
“Yes, please.” After Tex filled the cups with creamer and stirred, I grabbed one and handed it to Grey.
His phone buzzed and chimed. “Fucking hell.” Sipping his coffee, he ambled to the dinette and dropped into a chair. “My father’s called me at least five times this morning.”
“You should probably call him back.” I sank into the chair beside his and blew across my coffee.
“I was thinking eggs, bacon and toast for breakfast?” Tex pulled out a frying pan and set it on the stove.