My fingers trail down the length of his back, touching on every vertebrae straight down to the crest of his ass. I touch the pronounced globe, skimming over the smooth surface. How round. How perfectly plump.
His skin is so damn soft. I’ve never felt such soft skin. Lotion, he says. He must bathe in it. That’s the only explanation for skin this soft. I could run my hands all over his body for hours, addicted to the soft texture.
His lips curl against my collarbone. Oops. I think I woke him up.
“Good morning,” I murmur.
He grunts. I chuckle. Lie has never been a morning person. I remember when he was four years old, coming out of his room and grabbing his cup of apple juice from the counter with the grumpiest face. Without a word, he padded into the living room and plopped onto the floor to stare at cartoons as he sipped his juice. He remained there until he was in a better, more awake mood.
Nothing has changed except his morning beverage. And maybe his choice in morning entertainment.
Usually, I can get him into a better mood with my cock in that tight ass.
Every night since I knocked on his window, he’s spent the night. Sneaking in after Nason and Miranda go to bed. When he sneaks out, he leaves early to sneak back in. Mornings like this one, he’s told his parents he’s spending the night at Cash’s.
It’s not that he needs to ask permission to leave. His parents don’t treat him like a child. It’s about an alibi, so they don’t look here for him. So there’s no suspicion about him being in my bed.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” I say quietly, kissing his head.
“Being awakened by fondles isn’t a bad way to wake up,” he says, voice muffled by his lips pressed to my skin.
I grin. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Why are you awake? It’s early.”
“The sun is in my eyes. I feel blinded and like it’s poking me.”
“That’s my dick. Not the sun,” he says, rocking his hips against me, emphasizing that his dick is hard.
My smile climbs. “Sexy, sexy dick. Always hard and ready. I remember being young.”
I can practically hear his eyes roll. His hand slips down and wraps around my hard dick. “What’s your excuse, old man?”
“I need to keep up with my young boyfriend,” I say.
He hums, lazily stroking my dick. I sigh in contentment. I can’t wait to wake up like this every morning. Every single morning until the end of time.
“Until you climbed into my bed, I hadn’t woken up hard this consistently in a while. It’s all you, beautiful. This is what you do to me.”
I love the feel of his smile on my skin. His face turns, rubbing against me softly.
“I’m going to ride you awake,” he says. “I need a shot of cock.”
As if proving him wrong, Lie’s alarm goes off. He whines an exaggerated, “Noooo.”
I chuckle. “You can ride me later,” I promise. “Don’t worry. I’ll still be hard for you tonight.”
He sighs dramatically. “I shouldn’t commit to things in the morning,” Lie grumps as he rolls away. I watch as he pouts, practically stomping out of the bedroom toward the bathroom.
Grinning, I stretch and get to my feet. My pajama pants are still on the ground, so I pull them on, trying to ignore the way my cock throbs. Knowing my man is naked and wet in the shower. If I could guarantee that we could be quick, I’d join him. But he promised Cash he’d go on the boat tour this morning for Cash’s first time running it, and I don’t want to make him late and let his best friend down.
Instead, I grab his water bottle and fill it with ice and water. Then make him some hot tea in a travel mug. Since he’s still in the shower, I whip up a quick breakfast sandwich in the toaster oven and have it wrapped in foil just as he wanders out.
He’s so damn adorable when he’s tired-grumpy. I hand him his drinks and breakfast and kiss his lips. He sighs against my mouth.
“Go,” I tell him. “Cash needs you today.”
Lie nods. “Yes. Okay. See you at the meeting tonight.”
