The helpless sound that escaped my lips didn’t even sound like me.
But then reality nudged its way in, and I stiffened.
Peyton caught on even before I did. “What? You okay?” He pushed himself up, poised to get off me if I asked him to.
“I’m good. I’m good.” I trailed my palm across his chest. “I, uh… I don’t have any condoms, though.”
“Oh.” He chewed his lip.
“We can still do plenty.” I grinned despite my own disappointment. “Save something for next time?”
“We could, yeah,” he said with a nod. “But, um… I’ve got a test, actually.” He gestured over his shoulder. “Recent one with the results on my phone. All clear.”
I blinked. “Yeah?”
“Mmhmm. I was planning to be a lot smoother about all this if we got to—I’d bring it upbeforewe were… well…”
“I don’t know.” I trailed my fingers down hisback. “Mentioning you want to fuck me bareback when you’ve already got me naked in bed—that’s pretty smooth.”
He laughed softly and kissed beneath my chin. Then he pushed himself up again and met my gaze. “I meant… I wasn’t going to just…”
“Kiss me in the kitchen and then fuck me senseless?”
“Something like that.”
I slid a hand up into his hair. “Well, I like this new plan of yours, so… feel free to keep improvising.”
He was grinning again when our lips met. “So does that meant you want me to top you right now? Without a condom?”
“Something, something, driveway in Calgary.”
Peyton laughed and buried his face against my neck. “Well.” He bit my collarbone. “You do have lube, yes?”
“Plenty.”
He let me up so I could get the lube out of the nightstand. As soon as I reached for it, though, he was against me, his arm around my midsection and his lips on the back of my neck. His hard-on pressed my thigh, and I let my head fall as I moaned with a mix of frustration and need.
“I can’t get to the drawer,” I protested. “I can’t… oh, fuck…” His fingers had slipped between my thighs, teasing my taint and balls, and my brain went blank. “Peyton…”
He laughed softly. “What’s wrong?”
“I want…” I flailed my hand toward the drawer. “I can’t reach the lube.”
Another laugh. “But I can reach you.” He took full advantage, too, kissing my neck while he played with my balls.
I closed my eyes and exhaled. “You are such an asshole.”
“Actually, since you’re bottoming, I think that makes you the?—”
We both burst out laughing.
I loved this so much. Even the frustration. Even the?—
I realized he’d loosened his grip on my midsection, and I lunged forward to open the drawer. I snatched the bottle and held it up. “Got it!”
“Perfect.” Peyton slid his hand up my arm until he reached my hand, and then he gently plucked the lube from my fingers. “Now to get you ready for me.”
I twisted around and narrowed my eyes. “You’re an evil tease in that department too, aren’t you?”
