Chapter 19
NINETEEN
MALIK
Could Grey’s father keep us apart? But we loved each other.
Didn’t that mean something? I sighed. We’d eaten our pizza while watching game recaps on ESPN, and after downing a third beer, my head buzzed.
I didn’t want to consider the ramifications of his father finding out about us.
He was with me now, in the flesh. “Grey.” I leaned in and kissed his cheek.
He swung his head, his gaze meeting mine. “You okay?” He downed his beer.
Pushing him onto his back on the couch, I crawled over him and pressed my lips against his, the tang of beer and pizza flooding my mouth. “Want you.” I flicked my tongue across his lower lip and rolled my swelling cock against his. Was he ready for this or too upset?
Slipping his hands down my back, he tucked them into my jeans, squeezing my ass. With a soft groan, he said, “I missed this.” His brows wrinkled.
“Missed?” What was he talking about? I nipped along his chin and to his neck, sucking on him. If I gave him a mark now, it wouldn’t matter.
He thrust against me and then arched his back. “Fuck…we did nothing last night besides cuddle. I was afraid I’d lost you because of the stupid dates.”
Biting the skin on his neck, I sucked harder and then let him go. “You didn’t lose me. Was I happy seeing you with someone else, even knowing it wasn’t real? Fuck no.” I licked the bite mark. “Never do that again.”
“Okay.” He rolled his hips, his dick twitching against mine through our jeans. “We need to take this into my bedroom before I come in my jeans.”
“Yeah?” Rolling to the side, I ripped his fly open and stuffed my hand into the front of his jeans. As I stroked his hard cock, precum leaked into my palm. He was always so wound up for me. I loved it, loved him. Nuzzling his ear, I flicked my tongue against the shell.
He writhed under me with a throaty groan. “Want you to fuck me tonight. Use me.”
As tension pooled in my gut, I nipped his earlobe.
“What a fine idea.” For that, we’d have to move into the bedroom.
I lifted off him, stood and then stretched my hand to him.
“Come on.” My gaze roamed over him—his darkened blue eyes, the disheveled blond hair falling across his forehead, the pink hue blooming across his cheeks.
“You are one sexy motherfucker, you know that?”
With a smirk, he grabbed my hand and pulled himself up.
“Truthfully? I don’t think I did until we started fooling around.
” Clutching my hand, he led me down the hallway and into his bedroom, flicking on the nightstand lamp from the wall switch.
“Strip, Thompson.” Biting his lower lip, he dropped his jeans and underwear and then tossed his sweater to the floor.
“Oh, hell yes.” I slipped my jeans and underwear down my legs as I focused on his solid cock, stretching toward his navel. My dick pulsed, and a shock of pleasure spiraled up my spine.
Swiping his tongue around his lips, he dropped to his knees, fisted my root and devoured me in the wet heat of his mouth. As he moaned, the vibration rushed through all my nerve endings.
“Fuck, Grey.” I threaded my fingers into his hair and pulled while rocking my hips, fucking his mouth. “You’re so damn good at this.”
He popped off me and peeked at me with hooded eyelids, his lips red and swollen. “I love making you feel good…babe.” He gave me a lopsided grin and dropped over me again, pumping me with his mouth.
“Oh, fuck.” Emotions swirled inside me. We could finally be free and honest with each other. No more holding back. I pushed him off me and grabbed his shoulders. I needed more of him. “Get on the bed and let me prep you.”
As he stood, I gave a few slow tugs on his dick, swiping precum across the head.
Dropping his mouth open, his brows tensed, and goosebumps rose on his skin. “Anything you want.” He sucked in a deep breath and held it.
“You, I fucking want you.” I shrugged my sweater off and pushed him toward the bed. “Lie down on your back.” I wanted to face him and watch his reaction as I fucked him.
With a swift nod, he did as he was told, lying on the bed with his knees raised.
I crawled onto the bed between his legs, grabbed the lube from the drawer and then fell over him on a straight arm. “Love you, babe.” Yep, I said all those words in one sentence. Who would have predicted this?
His gaze softened, and he brushed his fingers across my heart. “Love you, too.”
After slicking my fingers with lube, I lowered onto an elbow and slipped them in his crack, circling his hole. It clenched around my finger. He’d worn the plug so many times when we’d done this, I’d hardly ever been able to prep him this way. “You okay?”
“I’m great. It’s different, but it’s you and not some toy.” He nipped at my lower lip, a gasp escaping him. “I wonder if the plug was some odd way for me to keep my distance?”
As I pushed my finger inside him, my cock twitched, brushing against his and throwing a jolt through my system. He was soft and warm. “Maybe, but there’s no distance now, right?” As I stroked his insides, I kissed him through a long moan.
“More, I need more of you.” He hissed and shuddered below me, his cock bobbing off his stomach and spilling a thread of precum.
Slipping a second finger inside him, I rubbed his prostate and planted harsh kisses on his mouth, my tongue tangling with his. Holy hell, I’d never wanted him more than in this moment.
With a whimper, he pulled his knees into his armpits. “Ready. I want to feel this tomorrow.” He sank his teeth into his lower lip.
As a slow grin worked across my mouth, I pulled my fingers from him and nudged my cockhead to his hole. “Open up for me.” I crushed his mouth in searing kisses while gliding slowly inside him, the heat of his body enveloping me in pressure.
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 smooth heat 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.
“Grey?” I watched his mouth bow down. “Are you all right?” I squeezed his shoulder. Whatever happened, he needed me right now.
“I’ll call my dad in my bedroom.” Wrinkling his brows, he glanced at me.
“I’ll come with you. I don’t want you facing this alone.” With a glance at Tex, I nodded once. “Make breakfast while we handle this, please.”
“Sure.” Tex twisted his lips. “Take care, you two.” He pulled eggs out of the refrigerator.