“I’m so close already,” he says, writhing on top of me.
“Me too, baby,” I say, running a finger up his leaking dick. “So close.”
Ro gasps as I wrap my fingers around him, thrusting, letting the motion push him into my fist. We get about three thrusts into it before he erupts all over me with a loud moan.
My own orgasm is a vice grip on my balls, and I shout in response, painting his insides.
He grabs his shirt, wiping us off as we separate then collapse into one another, tangled in the sheets. He’s laid across my chest, his fingers curled in my beard, his leg hooked around mine. I breathe, and we move together. He grins, and I feel it against my heart.
If this were my place or his, we would fall into a delicious slumber and then go another round, but Sam will be back before we know it.
“Fuck, I’m so thirsty,” he says, his voice rough from getting noisy. He drags himself from the bed, gloriously naked. “Can I get you something from the kitchen?”
I pout, clinging to his fingers. “Hurry. I want to hug on you some more before they get home.”
He leans over, chuckling as he kisses me. “I’ll be fast, I promise.”
I’m so cozy and warm, but a few seconds later I realize that, fuck, Iamthirsty.
I drag myself from the comfortable bed and head back down the hallway. I’m daydreaming about playing a little grab ass with Ro in the kitchen, when I nearly run into the back of him. Just as I’m about to ask what he’s doing, I notice Sam, along with Mama and Papa Bash; all of them imitating a family of open mouth bass.
Ah, shit.
“Seems like you got that reunion you wanted,” Anja says, grinning.
“Uhhh…”
We spin around, tripping over each other as we haul ass back to the bedroom. He pulls me inside, closing the door behind us.
Sticking his finger in my face, he shout-whispers, “This is entirely your fault. Did you know that my hearing is in the ninety-ninth percentile? And all of a sudden, having sex with you turns my ears off. It’s like your dick is my very own set of noise-cancelling headphones.”
I bite my lips, knowing that he’ll pounce on me if I laugh right now. Casting a longing look at our sex-rumpled bed, I jump into my jeans and grab the robe hanging from a hook on the back of the door. Before he can go into full panic mode, I slip the soft, worn fabric over his shoulders.
“It’s okay, baby. It’s just the Bashes.”
“And Sam,” he says, his eyes as big as saucers.
I palm his cheek, pulling him up for a soft kiss. And then another, just because I can. “Literally the three most sex-positive people we know.”
“Who positively heard us having sex all over their guest room,” he says, making my heart beat faster with his frantic gestures.
I pull him into a hug, then hold on for a little longer, unwilling to let go of his body perfectly fitted to mine.
“We have to go out there and face them,” he says, his voice muffled since his face is still smashed into my chest.
I step back, and he grips my waist while I pull on my T-shirt. “It’s okay baby. It was just a little public nudity. Let’s go now. Quick, like a Band-Aid.”
“Fine,” he says, sounding dejected and a little dramatic. God, I love him like this.
We walk out into the hallway, and I put my arm around him, deeply grateful that I can make that small gesture.
“Boo, you whore,” Sam says when he catches sight of us, laughing his ass off. “Why would you go and cover up all the good stuff?”
I laugh, and Ro mutters, “Shut it, Sam.”
Georg and Anja look delighted, and Anja can’t help but make commentary. “I always said that big wall of a man would be a generous lover. Thought it might have lasted a little longer, though. By the way, Ronan—you’ve got a little love juice in your eyebrow.”
I open my mouth to protest—something like,this was five years in the making, lady—but decide against it. Meanwhile, Ronan’s hand flies to the eyebrow in question and, sure enough, there’s a bit of spunk highlighted against the dark hair.
