I hooked two of my fingers under the hem of his pants, teasing the spot right above one of his ass cheeks. The sudden levity in our conversation was tempting me too much to talk me out of sliding my hand down between his firm cheeks until I had both digits pressed against his hole. The resounding gasp when I finally reached my destination further encouraged me into circling around it slowly.
“Remember how you were naughty and kept those condoms from me?”
He groaned in response, hiking one leg up to give me better access.
Pulling my hand out from his pants briefly, I shoved my fingers into my mouth, coating them both in spit before replacing them right back where they belonged. A hard shiver shook Blake’s entire body, his jaw dropping in time with his lashes fluttering closed.
“You’re sure?” He shoved back against my hand, nearly penetrating himself. “I won’t hurt you?”
“You could never.”
He groaned once more the second I slipped a finger into him, his tight heat burning me. Rising slightly from where he’d been held against me, he shifted back just enough to push the finger deeper, clenching around it immediately.
Holy fuck.
This man got hotter and hotter as the days rolled on.
“Just imagine.” My lungs were practically punching the air out of me. “How much better my cock is going to feel.”
A small noise bubbled up from his chest, desperate and keening. One hand splayed over my chest, keeping away from where my bruised—definitely broken—rib was as he used it for leverage to ride my finger. My other nudged against his entrance when he rose again, just enough to slip another finger in beside the first as soon as he pushed back down.
“Fuck.”He shuddered again, losing himself.
My dick was throbbing in my sweats the longer I watched him getting off. The unfortunate part about wearing a leg cast was how fucking annoying it was going to be to try and wrestle myself out of these goddamn clothes. Thankfully, I was only halfway through getting dressed when my mom called and interrupted me.
“Blake.” His eyes fluttered open, that beautiful flush already coloring his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. “Condoms and lube are in my dresser next to the bed.”
His thighs squeezed my hips. “You’re sure?”
I clapped my hand against his thigh, muffling the sound of it through his pants. “Go on. Strip while you’re over there. I want to see every inch of you.” I drew my fingers out slowly, letting him go.
He fell onto his side next to me, his leg popping up into the air briefly while he rolled off of the bed and to his feet.
Amused, I hooked my arm back behind me to prop me up, giving me a perfect view of him stripping off the layers from his beautifully sculpted body.
I found it ironic that for how athletic he was, he preferred to hide it under things two sizes too big. Lucky me, I got to see exactly what was being kept from everyone else.
He dug through my dresser, finding the items quickly before shoving the drawer closed and walking back over to me. His half-hard dick bounced slightly while he moved, making my own twitch in my pants.
He was such a fucking sight to see. I could stare at him all day if he’d let me.
The bottle was tossed perfectly next to me in an impressive show of marksmanship, the condom following right after. Just as my mouth opened to hit him with a smart-ass comment, he dropped to his knees in front of me.
The tenderness in his touch in carefully tugging the cuff of my sweats down over my good ankle sent my stomach rolling with butterflies. So used to being on the opposite side of things, it was strangely sensual to have someone taking care of me with even the simple things. So far, Blake had fallen into the role of housekeeper, cook, and occasional bathroom attendant.
And yetthiswas far more intimate.
He eased it down slowly, no rush to his movements as he switched to the other side once he had that cuff over my foot. My toes tingled at the brush of his palm against where they were exposed, covered briefly to match the other side as he pulled the cuff free from where it was trapped around my cast.
Arching myself up, I lifted my ass from the mattress long enough to help him tug my waistband down over my hips and thighs, exposing me. I had the sense to stop wearing boxers since coming home from the hospital, the annoyance in getting themon and off over my cast far outweighing proper etiquette at this point.
Plus, who cared? It was just me and Blake.
As soon as I was free, I kicked up my good leg to help me scoot farther back onto the bed, dragging the other one with me.
Blake followed close behind, his movements mindful to not knock against my bad side while throwing his leg back over me to straddle my hips once more.
“Perfect. Just where I wanted you,” I said, curving my hands around his thighs.
