He rolls his eyes and smiles, which is what I was hoping for. “You know what I mean.”
“I like you,” I blurt out, pushing past him. I drop back into my chair and look up, waiting for him to look at me.
“I like you too.”
“I mean, Ilikeyou like you,” I clarify. “I know we’re friends, but I think about you sometimes.”
“So do I.”
“Then it seems silly, doesn’t it? To not do this.”
“You just want me because I offered to arrange you a gang bang.” He huffs out a small laugh but looks up at me through the dark fan of his eyelashes, and I can tell he likes the idea.
“Would you still?”
“I mean, yeah, I guess. If it’s still something you wanted.”
“I do,” I tell him. “More than anything.”
“Alright.”
“Is it that easy?” I laugh and run a hand through my hair. It doesn’t feel as good as when Darren had his fingers in my hair, but it’ll have to do for now.
“I mean,” Darren shrugs, “did you want to like, date? Or are we friends who fuck?”
“We haven’t fucked yet, either,” I remind him, and I’m met with another eye roll.
“You know what I mean.”
“Yeah. Well, what do you want it to be?”
“To be honest, I’ve never thought about dating you. I didn’t think you’d want to.” Darren’s voice drops off.
“You’ve just thought about fucking me?”
He nods. I don’t buy it, but I’ll take it.
“Then let’s try that.” I stand up and hold my hand out to him.
He blinks up at me then takes my hand, and I pull him up until he’s standing. There’s only a handful of inches separating us, and I look down at him, studying the way the lines around his eyes deepen when he tries to not look at me.
I guide him into my bedroom where I strip him bare and push him onto my bed. I kick out of my own clothes and crawl on top of him, appreciating the way his skin feels against mine.
“Have you thought about this?” I ask when our cocks slide against each other, still sticky from our earlier orgasms.
“Yeah,” he answers.
I lean close and whisper into his ear, “What else have you thought about?”
He shivers, and I graze my teeth over his lobe, nipping and pulling at it until he groans. He grabs my hips and arches against me.
“All sorts of things,” he says, flipping us over so I’m on my back. He burrows his face into the crook of my neck and licks the sweat from my skin. “Tell me how you like to get fucked.”
My lashes flutter at the crudeness of his statement.
I like sexy time Darren.
A lot.
