“Sorry, but something else is calling to me, and it ain’t a damn phone.” I close my eyes and cup my junk as I fall back into the bed, moaning. “God, your ass is so fucking perfect…”
Mike sits up on his knees and grins shyly as his face blooms pink. “Now’s not the time, Den.”
I sit up, my cock still eager and hard, as I watch him get back on his hands and knees before that pert ass is up in the air again as he looks under my bed. My fingers curl and relax, over and over, desperately trying not to grope him.
“There you are!” He sits on his knees, glances at the screen, and swipes it open, then a groan escapes him. “Ugh, I forgot to set my alarm. Stupid…”
I raise my knees and wrap my arms around my shins as I watch with humor the chaos that’s currently named Mike. He stands, sets his phone down, and then searches for his clothes, his cock bouncing around, and I can’t… stop… looking at it. I’m going to have to rub one out if I want to function at all today.
Suddenly, he trips over a shoe and stumbles to the ground. “Shit!” he hisses.
I burst out in a laugh as I climb out of bed and help him stand. “Breathe, Mike. You’re going to be fine. Are you okay?” My fingers graze his silky skin, and I shudder.Now’s not the time, Den,Mike’s words echo in my head.
He exhales shakily and nods. “Okay… Sorry, I hate being late to anything.”
“I know. But really, once isn’t going to kill anyone. And you’re not even that late.”
There’s a sudden knock at my bedroom door. Mike and I both freeze, and I don’t think he even realizes he’s wrapped a protective armaround me. It’s heavy and comforting and… he really needs to stop touching me or I’m just going to have to get off right here and now.
“Dennis? I heard a loud thump. Are you okay?” Mom says on the other side of my door.
I look at Mike, who shakes his head. Okay, we’re not ready to announce that we’re dating while standing here naked.Yeah. Good call.
“Uh, yeah, Mom. Just tripped over my shoe.”
“Well, if you just picked up your things, you wouldn’t trip.”
I roll my eyes up to the ceiling. “Yeah, thanks. I know.”
“Is that Mike’s truck in our driveway? I didn’t see him.” Mike winces next to me. Shit, nothing goes under Mom’s radar.
“Hey, Mom? Can you show me where you stashed the pruning shears? I can’t find them,” Aaron yells from downstairs.
Mike’s face is red and sweaty and fucking adorable. “Aaron to the rescue, it seems. I don’t think he’s lifted pruning shears since we mowed for money in the summers during middle school.”
I snort a laugh. “Remind me to thank him later.”
Mike pecks my lips, then rushes to the chair where I put his clothes, and quickly puts them on. “Well, at least they’re clean.”
I laugh again. What a great and crazy morning. “You did come in them, after all. The hottest thing ever.”
His face flushes again, straight to his ears, the tips turning bright red. “I don’t know what it is about you, but I’m perpetually horny lately.”
I point down at my still-swollen dick. “Welcome to the hard-on club.”
“Fuck… I wish I had time to taste you again, baby.”
My body heats at the endearment. I love it coming from his mouth. It’s fucking addictive.
I step up in front of him and wrap my arms around his neck. He rests his hands on my bare waist, looking down at me before pressing his forehead to mine, seemingly forgetting he’s running late. “I had fun last night. I want more, Den. So much more.”
“God, I do, too.”
“Let me think about when we can meet up again and what to do. I hate running off like this, but I really gotta go. I’ll text you.”
He pulls me against him and kisses me, tongue and all, uncaring that neither of us has brushed our teeth. I don’t care either. I love a sleepy-smelling Mike.
Finally, he steps back. “I’d better go before I never leave.”
