I sighed inwardly. My brother wasn’t stupid. He could see I was getting more attached to Greg, but he didn’t know what to do about it. I knew both he and Michael were worried I would get my heart broken—again. It was a distinct possibility but not a guarantee. This felt different. I wish I could say why.
My thoughts were interrupted when the server came back asking if we wanted food. That was like asking if the pope was Catholic. But to be fair, what I really wanted was to cut everything short and drag Greg back to my place to do wicked, dirty things to him.
Greg noticeably relaxed over the course of the evening. He engaged with everyone at the table, laughing and joking. It was unusual enough to draw surprised glances from the people who’d known Greg for a while.
Despite the copious amounts of alcohol flowing around the table, Greg only had two drinks and then switched to soda. I guessed, with his mother being an addict, he didn’t want to risk going down the same path. I ran my hand up his thigh, my fingers staying close to his cock. “Let me know when you’re ready to head out.”
He grinned wickedly and raked his eyes over my body. “I’m ready to go.”
My cock made its interest known. “You got it.” I rose, and Greg followed suit. “We’re going to head out.”
There were a few halfhearted objections, but I could tell we weren’t the only ones looking to leave soon. Marco eyed me speculatively. “All right. See you at the office tomorrow for those interviews.”
I nodded. “I’ll be there.”
Thankfully, the taxi ride was short and the elevator ride shorter. Otherwise, one or both of us would have been arrested for public indecency. My door was barely closed before I had Greg up against it. “How do you feel about wall sex?” I growled.
“Yes, please,” Greg gasped.
I pulled my wallet out and opened it to find I’d forgotten to replace my condom and lube supply. “Dammit,” I muttered. I pocketed my wallet and took Greg’s hand, pulling him across my apartment to my bedroom.
“In a hurry?” Greg asked with a breathless chuckle.
I shut the bedroom door and pushed him against it. “Yeah. I’ve been thinking about this all night.” I ran my hand down his chest. “Stay there and strip.” Then I walked to my nightstand, shucking my own clothes as I went.
After I finished undressing, I grabbed a condom and a bottle of lube from the drawer. When I turned back, Greg was pushing his briefs down, letting his rigid cock spring free. I stalked over to him, admiring his creamy skin and taut pink nipples.
I handed him the bottle of lube. “Get yourself ready for me.”
His dick twitched and he let out a shuddering breath. “Yes, sir,” he murmured.
I pressed against him and ran my nose up his neck to his ear. My voice was a low growl when I spoke. “You like that, do you?”
“Sometimes,” he replied. “Like now.”
I took his earlobe in my teeth and tugged gently. “I want to watch you open that pretty hole for me.”
“Shit,” he gasped. “If you keep talking like that, I’m going to come before we even get started.”
I chuckled but took a step back to give him room to prep himself. He poured a generous amount of lube on two fingers and reached behind himself. Watching his face flush with pleasure as he worked his fingers into his hole was almost enough to get me off. I opened the condom and rolled it over my rigid length, ready to pounce as soon as he gave me the go-ahead.
Sooner than I expected, he withdrew his fingers and said, “I’m ready.”
I stopped myself from asking if he was sure. I had to trust he knew his own body. I moved forward and put my hands on his hips. “Grab my shoulders.” He looked surprised at first, but did as I said. Once he had a firm grip, I slid my hands to the backs of his thighs and hoisted them around my waist. I settled my handsback on his hips and notched my cock against his entrance. “You good to go?”
“Oh god yes,” he gasped.
I pushed upward while he took a deep breath and pressed down on my shaft. We both groaned when I was fully seated. “You feel so good,” I growled.
“I’m so full,” he moaned. “Please fuck me. I need it.”
“You got it.” I pulled out almost to the tip and slammed back home. His cry of pleasure was music to my ears.
The pace we set was brutal in its intensity and my arms started to ache. I was strong from working out with Marco, but Greg wasn’t a small guy. I put one arm around his waist and walked us over to my bed, laying him down with his legs still around my waist. I put my hands on either side of his head and used my full strength to pound him into the mattress.
“Close,” he gasped. “I’m so close.”
I wasn’t far behind. “Touch yourself,” I ordered.
