“Holyfuckingjesuschrist.” His blunt nails sink into my back as he swallows hard. “I’m going to fucking come if you keep talking to me like that. Please… fuckingplease, fill me with your fucking cock, Anderson, before I fucking die. Please.”
My lips crash down on his, tongue thrusting into his mouth, kissing him like I’ll never get to again. I can’t stop my hips from rutting into his, the feeling of his hard length against mine sending electric waves through my body, straight into my nuts as I continue to devour his mouth.
Ripping myself away, I sit back on my heels and grab the bottle of lube, pouring more on my condom-clad cock. Once I’ve also drizzled some more on his tight pink hole, I line myself up and sink back in easily, both of us groaning in unison.
“Fuck, Crew. Your ass is a fucking dream. I could live in here and always be satisfied.” My head throws back, eyes fluttering closed, while I drive my cock into his hot channel harder, and harder, until all that can be heard is the slapping of skin and our pants and groans.
The harder the onslaught, the louder he gets. With the way his hands are gripping the sheets below him, I wouldn’t be surprised if he ripped them, and his dick is leaking a pool of pre-cum onto his abs. He’s close to blowing, and I can’t wait to bring him to rapture on my cock.
“Oh, my God. Fuck,yes!Fuck, Anderson.”
“You wanna come, baby boy?”
“Yes, yes. Please. Fuck. Please!”
Bringing my hand up to my mouth, I spit on my palm before wrapping it around his length, jacking him in time with my thrusts. “Come on this fucking cock then, Crew.”
I pick up the pace, chasing my release as he falls apart. His dick explodes thick, white spurts of cum all over his stomach and chest as he convulses beneath me. He’s gulping down deep breaths as his ass pulses and clenches around my cock, milking me deliciously.
My balls draw up tight, muscles tightening, as the all too familiar tingling feeling explodes along my spine and down into my nuts. “Fuck, Crew. I’m coming… I’mfucking comingin you.”
Three more brutal thrusts, and my cock erupts. White hot pleasure pours out of my body, stars explode behind my eyes, and for a moment, I really think I’m going to black out.
We stay like that for several long moments, both of us calming our bodies and coming down from the high. Dropping my hands on either side of his head, my lips place open-mouthed kisses along his jaw until I find his lips, loving the way goosebumps erect all over his skin from my touch.
His body shivers when I pull out of him. Taking the condom off, I tie it off, tossing it in the trash can by my desk. I saunter back over to him, smiling at the post-orgasmic daze on his face. “C’mon, let’s go shower.”
***
It should be a fucking crime to wake up before nine in the morning during the summer. Which is why I’m so bothered that it’s seven in the freaking morning and I’m wide awake. Crew is passed out in my bed next to me, lying on his stomach, dark lashes fanning his face, with his mouth open, drool pooling below him.
It’s pretty fucking cute. So cute, in fact, I snap a picture of it on my phone before I begrudgingly climb out of bed and head downstairs. The hardwood floors are cold under my bare feet as I pad across the house. Nobody is in the kitchen when I walk in.
Probably because it’s too early o’clock, and nobody in their right mind would be up yet.
Grabbing some fruit and some spinach, I get started on making a breakfast smoothie for myself. As I’m finishing blending everything together, Knox walks in, looking like he just rolled out of bed.
“What’s up, man? Why you up so early?” I ask him, grabbing a tumbler to pour my drink in.
“Can’t sleep. Your fucking brother sleeps like a log, though.” He rubs the back of his neck, yawning, as he grabs a water from the fridge.
“I know the feeling. Crew’s passed the hell out, too.”
Something crosses his features that I can’t quite place, but his eyebrows pinch together and his lips thin. “Hey, speaking of Crew, I wanted to talk to you about something.”
“Okay. Why do you sound so ominous? What’s up?”
“I know, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to sound like that, but I’m worried.”
Setting my smoothie down, I place my hands on the counter, raising a brow at him. “Why? What’s going on?”
“Yesterday morning, I went down to Kalen’s to pick up some weed. As I was pulling up, Crew was walking out. I didn’t see anything, but why else would he be therethatearly? Even if they were just kickin’ it, it still seems a little weird. And look, I’m not trying to hate on Crew. You know I love him, but it’s concerning, considering who Kalen is and Crew’s past.”
My throat drops into my gut remembering yesterday when I woke up and Crew was gone, but he told me he had run home. He didn’t say anything about going to Kalen’s.Why would he lie about that?My mind is spinning, blood pumping loudly in my ears, trying to get things to make sense.
“Anderson?!”
My focus is brought back to Knox, who’s staring at me with eyes wide. “I’m sorry, what?”