“Sounds like I’m possessed, not orgasming.” His voice was playful, but also husky with want. “But I’m game. Go ahead, ruin me, Warner Ramsey.”
A growl pushed past my lips. I lubed my fingers, then leaned in to kiss him. Remembering where my tongue had been, I paused, but he pulled me in, our mouths searing together. I slipped my fingers between his ass cheeks. The angle was awkward, but we made it work, Garrett spread out wide and lifting his legs for me. One finger sank into him, but it wasn’t enough. I worked two in, fucking and stretching him the way I’d done in the Jacuzzi, swallowing down his moans.
When he loosened, I breached him with a third, twisting in circles, sliding them in and out, kissing while I did, our cocks rubbing together with delicious friction.
“That’s good…I’m ready. Get your cock in me.” When I didn’t move, didn’t stop, he slipped out a soft, “Please.”
“That’s what I want to hear.” I bit his earlobe.
“I hate you.”
“I hate you too.”
I suited up, then slicked up my condom-covered erection. My eyes scanned his torso, all the black and blue marks from the game. Our bodies took a lot of beating.
I kissed a purple mark on his chest, then said, “Turn over.” Garrett got on his hands and knees. “Your body is so hot. I love how hard you are, how muscular.” We both were, but it was different having that in bed with me, having a build that matched mine. It was maybe the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced.
“Fuck me,” Garrett ordered.
“Gladly.” I pushed at his hole, watched it open for me, stretch around my cock. Shivers ran the length of me at the feel of all that tight heat around me. I wasn’t going to get tired of his ass soon, I knew that. Friends with benefits with Garrett was maybe the best idea we’d ever had. “That’s it…take my cock.”
“Give it to me. You don’t have to go slow.”
His words unleashed something inside me. My hips snapped forward, the two of us hissing out a deep breath when I was buried deep. I held on to his hips, pulled back, and thrust again. Over and over and over again, I railed into him, savored the slide of my cock inside Garrett. He moved with me like he couldn’t get enough, fucking himself on my dick, hands fisted in my blanket.
I wanted his mouth, wanted to make him come so we could hurry and do it again. I pulled him up so Garrett knelt too, his back against my chest. I slicked my hand, wrapped it around his steely length, jacking him while I pulled back, then fucked into him. He turned his head so we could kiss, tongues delving and tangling.
My balls felt like they were going to burst, so full and ready to let loose. When I felt Garrett tense against me, his body going rigid, his lips leaving mine, I knew he was about to blow his load.
“Fuck, Rams. Right there. Right fucking there.”
I sped my stroking and my thrusts. He cried out, his hot release coating my hand, and damned if it didn’t push me over the edge too. I buried my face in his neck, riding out my own orgasm, fucking through it as my dick jerked and shot, filling the condom.
We fell into a sweaty heap on my bed, breathing hard.
When I was finally able to speak, I joked, “Blow your mind?”
“Eh, I’ve had better.”
I laughed. “Lies.” My words had just come out before Garrett sealed his mouth to mine. We lay there, kissing and touching, sweaty and cummy.
Eventually, he pulled back. My dick was soft, my load pooled in the rubber. I pulled it off and tossed it into the trash can.
“I’m beat,” Garrett said.
“Might as well stay.” I shrugged.
“Don’t you go falling for me,” he teased.
“I’m pretty sure that’s my line,” I played back.
He climbed under the blankets while I got up and turned the lights out before joining him. We didn’t touch at first, like neither of us knew what to do, or if we should. But considering I’d had my tongue and my dick in his ass tonight, I figured a little cuddling was okay. “C’mere,” I said, and he did. I was on my back, Garrett’s head on my shoulder. Seconds later my world went black.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Garrett pulled out of my arms in the darkness. “What the fuck is that?”
“Shit,” I groaned. I knew without looking exactly who and what it was.
My doorbell rang three more times before the banging started. “It’s my dad.” I flipped on the lamp and looked at my phone. It was after two in the morning. I tugged on a pair of track pants, just as Garrett got out of bed. “You don’t have to go.”