Chapter 13 #2
“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.
“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.”
“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 shower including 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 you know I’ll do anything you want. I’m on board. Anything for you.” Hell, because I loved him? Yes.
“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.