I pulled him away from the dildo and the traumatized fridge door and bent him over the kitchen table. I aligned my cock with his hole and thrust in all the way.
“Was this what you wanted?” I gasped, loving the warm heat of his channel.
“Fuck, yes!”
As I fucked him into oblivion, I wondered who was really in charge here. I didn’t need special intuitive powers to know it was not me.
Noah
What I had never contemplated when the only sex I had was through hookups once a week were the consequences of having sex available on tap.
I had never considered myself an exclusive bottom. Mostly because I’d been on the giving and receiving end with both women and men.
The problem now? My greedy ass.
Nothing to do with me.I swear, Your Honor.It’s my ass.He’s the problem.
Oh, and Lior being so fucking sexy that my ass couldn’t get enough.
“You all right over there?” West asked as I squatted to grab a box and groaned like an old man.
“Peachy.”
I managed to lift it and take it out of the room into the industrial trash container outside.
“You look really stiff. Is your back still hurting from the game last week?”
Yeah, sure, let’s go with that. Nothing to do with the creative positions I’d put myself in every day this week while waiting for Lior to come home.
I didn’t know how to ask for sex now that we’d agreed we could have it, which made no sense to anyone else but me.
Lior was addicting, and I wanted more. I wanted to cuddle with him and kiss him and snuggle and wake up in his arms every day, but we had a deal, and wanting affection wasn’t part of it.
“Yeah, I think I overdid it.”
“You should probably book a massage to relax your muscles. I had this pain on my left side, and Drew kept at me to do something about it. I went to that place on the edge of town and they sorted me out real quick. Two sessions and some physio was all it took.”
I helped him with his box. “Yeah, I think I’ll do the same. I know which one you’re talking about. I’ve been there before. Just haven’t had time recently, you know?”
He slapped my shoulder. “What, with having the fucking sexiest husband in the city and all? Don’t blame you.”
“I want to say it’s not all it’s cracked up to be, but I’d be lying.”
“Okay, Mr. Smug. Some of us aren’t getting it on the regular.”
Drew walked past us carrying a few chairs. He frowned as he caught West’s words.
When he was out of sight, I turned to West.
“Are you ever going to do something about you and Drew?”
“No, dude. He’s my brother.”
“He’s not your brother.”
He sighed. “He’s as close to a brother as I’ll ever get. I can’t mess with that. If I lost him, I…I can’t even imagine how I’d cope. So, no. I’m never going there.”
“I’m just saying?—”
