“Turnabout is fair play,” I growl, taking his mouth so hard his head bangs against the wall. He grunts but doesn’t stop the kiss.
I grip his hip and begin walking him backward to his room. Pushing him toward that beautiful sexy bed of his, I’m anxious to take his clothes off.
Once we’re on the bed, he busts out a few wrestling moves I haven’t seen before, and somehow, his balls end up on my forehead.
“Do you need to declare uncle?” he asks, grinning.
“No, this is my happy place, right here,” I say, lapping at them through the fabric of his jeans before flipping him on his back. “Wait.” I hold up my hands. “We need to be naked for this.”
“Good call.”
Laughing, we quickly strip off our clothes and jump back into bed. I’m immediately on top of him, but he’s more limber than I give him credit for. Within seconds, he manages to get his heels up high enough to dig in against my hips, and he nearly turns me over.
Nearly…until I tickle his ribs and he loses his traction on me.
“Cheater! Tickling is cheating!” he says, dissolving into laughter as I fall between his legs.
I pause for a moment, just to admire how beautiful he is when he’s laughing.
We kiss and grind, and he tries again to flip me off him, but my grip on him holds, and I use my legs to push down his legs, preventing any further momentum.
Feeling a little aggressive, I growl in his ear, “I should take you raw for teasing me. Mark you so that you know who you belong to.”
Omar’s look is surprisingly sanguine. “I assume you know my medical history, since you are the team doctor.”
“Yeah?” I ask, kissing his jaw, inhaling the scent I missed while I was gone.
He caresses my face softly. “Yeah.”
We look at each other like a couple of lovesick dorks for a few more minutes, and then I grin, pulling a sachet of lube from my pocket. It’s the same fisting lube that started all of this.
His eyes go big, and he army crawls away from me. “No way! I do not want you elbow-deep inside of me. I have no need for that at all. At. All.”
I collapse onto his belly, laughing my ass off. “You are more than welcome to opt out of fisting, but it really is good anal lube.”
He takes advantage of my laughter and flips me over, straddling me. “Fine. But I’m riding on top, and if I see you putting gloves on, I’m out of here.”
I laugh as I rip open the lube with my teeth, squirting it onto a couple of fingers. Reaching behind him, I play with the crease, rubbing the tip of my finger around the nubbly little skin. He moans and I push into him, my fingers searching until the desperate panting tells me I hit the right spot.
“Unfair,” he says, grinding hard against me.
I scissor my fingers a few times, then pull out. “It’s more than fair, sweetheart. You’re going to get one hell of an orgasm out of it.”
He gives me a little pout but reaches for my dick anyway. “I suppose I can agree to those terms,” he says, slowly sinking down.
He pauses, biting his lip as he adjusts. “This is…yeah. This is a good dick, my friend.”
Eh, I really don’t want to be his friend.
His hair flops forward as he leans in, kissing me blind as he undulates his hips. The sensation of being wrapped in his tight heat shuts down my brain entirely.
Which is the only explanation for what falls out of my mouth next.
25
Omar
We’d been wrestling around, but the minute I sank down onto Anders, he became this beautiful, vibrating thing beneath me. Every roll of my hips is met with an upward thrust, and all the tightness and worry around his eyes disappears.
