Chapter 14
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 extra hungry this 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.
“Okay, I figured, but I thought I’d ask.” He ate a bite of toast and then washed it down with coffee.
After breakfast, we’d insisted on cleaning the kitchen so Tex would leave. As I stood at the sink, washing a frying pan, Malik crept behind me, slipping his arms around my waist and nuzzling behind my ear. “How is the plug feeling?” He pressed his hard cock into my ass.
“It’s amazing.” As his dick brushed my crack, sparks shot through me and my dick grew harder. It had been at some level of high alert throughout the entire breakfast.
As he nibbled the shell of my ear, he growled softly. “Fuck, I can’t wait to have you.” He skimmed one hand under my shirt and rubbed my sensitive dick through my shorts. “Your shorts are so wet.” He thrust against me, cupping my balls.
“Oh, fuck.” I tipped my head back as tingling raced across my body. I couldn’t wait any longer. Fuck the dishes. Dropping the pan in the sink, I shut the water off and turned into his arms. “Fuck me now, Malik.”
“Yeah?” He claimed me in heated kisses, brushing his hands along my lower back and dipping one into my shorts. As he snuck a finger into my crack, he pushed on the plug and then pulled it out slightly. “You want my cock, Grey?”
I gasped as a pulse blasted through my body. “Fuck yeah. Right here.” The bedroom seemed too far away.
“Can’t. Need lube.” He snatched my hand and hobbled with me into my bedroom. “Take off your clothes and get on the fucking bed.” He shucked his shirt off and dropped his shorts and underwear, his dick tall and reddish between his thighs, precum glistening at the tip. “You’re driving me mad, Grey.”
I undressed quickly, tossing my clothes on the floor. “Be careful. I’m already close.” And had been for at least an hour. I crawled onto my bed on my hands and knees.
“Holy hell, look at you.” He followed me and, kneeling behind me, he brushed his hands across the globes of my ass. “So fucking perfect.” Gripping the plug, he shifted it inside me. “How does it feel?”
With a throaty moan, I writhed as intense pleasure pinched my insides. “So fucking good.”
“I want you on your back, Grey. I want to see your face when you come.” He pushed me sideways, and I rolled onto my back with my knees lifted.
With his eyelids hooded, he crawled over me and came down, our hot cocks slotting together. Cupping my chin, he pressed hungry kisses on my mouth, his tongue tangling with mine while he rolled his hips.
Sensation pulsed my dick, and precum leaked onto my stomach. With a groan, I hooked my ankles around his hips. “Fuck me, Malik.”
He left my mouth, grabbed a pillow and then sat up. “Here, put this under your ass.” Leaning to the side, he grabbed the lube and slicked his firm cock, hissing as he stroked himself.
I did as he asked. He was striving to make this perfect for me, but he didn’t know it already was. All because it was him. I pulled my knees higher, exposing myself to him.
“Grey.” As his gaze found mine, it softened. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
“With my legs spread? No.” A low chuckle rumbled in my throat.
“It’s the way your hair is splayed on the pillow.” He grabbed the plug and dragged it from my body. “Your eyes, the way you look at me.” His teeth dropped onto his lower lip. “It’s like you see me.”
I gasped as the pressure inside me released and left me empty. “You see me too. Give yourself to me.” After he threw the plug on the floor, I grabbed his forearm. “I need you, Malik.”
“Need you too.” He propped on a straight arm over me, lining his cockhead to my hole. “I…” He squeezed his eyes tightly and gave a quick shake of his head, his dick slowly pressing into me.
What was he about to say? Burning and pressure ignited inside me with the girth of his cock, filling me to the brim. “Fuck, oh fuck.” I gripped his shoulders, digging my fingers into the muscle.
“You okay?” With his brows wrinkling, he lowered onto his elbow and stroked my dick with one hand.
I nodded quickly as pleasure surged from inside my body to tingle in my shaft. “Yeah, I’m okay. You’re just bigger than the plug. I might have underestimated it a little, but it’s all good.” Hooking my ankles around his hips, I pulled him further into me. “Kiss me while you fuck me.”
“Absolutely.” With a smirk, he dropped onto both elbows and slanted his mouth across mine, slipping his tongue inside while his hips rocked.
I kissed him with abandon, losing myself to the pleasure winding through my body and tightening my balls. I’d denied myself for so long, this was everything and more than I’d imagined it could be.
He nibbled along my jaw and sucked my earlobe into his mouth, groaning as his body shuddered against mine. “Fuck, I’m close.” He licked the shell of my ear, his breath tickling.
“Harder, go harder.” It would all be him, and nothing else would matter in this moment. I squeezed his hips with my thighs, urging him on as a knot of sensation built in my gut.
“Fuck, Grey, so good, so fucking good.” He groaned as he nuzzled my cheek and gripped my shoulders, his pace quickening, his balls slapping against my ass.
The tingling of climax started in my balls. “Gonna come so hard for you,” I rasped against his cheek.
He slipped his hand between us and milked my cock while pummeling me, our bodies rocking on the bed. “C-coming, Grey. Fuck.” With harsh trembling, his brows tensed, and his mouth dropped open.
The tingling grew and bloomed across my body as my cock pulsed in his hand, spurting cum across my chest. Intense contractions wracked my insides, and sparks lit behind my eyes. I cried out, hanging on to him as if my life depended on it. Rolling waves of sensation went on and on.