He puts his glass down on the side table, then removes his towel before hanging it over the door
The bed creaks as Garrett drops onto it. All six foot four of him landing like he owns every inch. “You were right about the bed.”
I smile at the admission. “Alaskan King all the way, baby.”
It’s huge and new. Delivered yesterday. Nine feet by nine feet. A huge square with a large headboard, all wrapped in leather the color of cognac. There’ll be no sleeping with my feet hanging over the edge of the bed. And given Garrett sleeps like he’s on high alert, and I sleep like a starfish making its way across the ocean floor, there’s enough room for us both to be our funky little selves.
“Wish I hadn’t seen the cost of the bedding, though,” he grumbles.
I don’t tell him I bought two sets and the other is in one of the boxes we haven’t yet unpacked downstairs. He lies down naked, before pulling one of the many new pillows firmly beneath his head. The bed is so big, it’s three pillows wide instead of the standard two.
And I briefly wonder what it would feel like to have a third person sleep on it with us.
Garrett sprawls a little, long legs spread, his chest rising slowly. The lamplight throws shadows on the hard cut of his abdomen and pecs. His cock’s not soft, but it’s also not hard.
He looks tired after a long day.
“Lose the towel,” he says gruffly.
I do as he says and make my way to my side of the bed.
Myside ofourbed.
Gently, I place the glass down on the bedside table, but his eyes track the movement like a predator trying to uncover my weakness.
Which is ironic, because my weakness is him.
“Come here,” he says.
I crawl onto the bed, and no sooner do I get close to him than he reaches for my chin, tugging me to him.
Chin becomes cheek becomes neck. He pulls my mouth to his, kissing me with an open filthy hunger that I can feel in my bones.
There’s no warmup kiss.
“You look good, crawling for me,” he mutters.
His tongue pushes past my lips again, possessing every part of me. And I groan into his mouth, my cock twitching hard. His hand slides into my hair, holding it tight.
“You want me on my knees?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “Not yet,” he says, pushing me back until I’m flat on the mattress, and then he reaches into the drawer and pulls out lube I didn’t know he’d put there. He drops it onto his pillow so it’s within reach, then climbs over me, pinning me like I’m his prey.
“You wanna talk about why you got moody today?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “Nope. I want to christen this bed.”
He kisses me again, harder than before, then drags his body slowly down mine. His chest hair scrapes across my nipples, making me suck in air between my teeth. He licks a strip down the center of my stomach. It’s slow, and dirty, and wet, and he dodges my hard cock.
Wide hands slip beneath my thighs, pushing my legs wider.
“Jesus, Bear.”
He raises his head, eyes dark. “You’re already dripping for me.”
I look down and, holy shit, I am. A thick bead of pre-cum glistens on the head, and as we watch, it begins to slide down my cock.
Garrett smirks, gripping my length firmly, almost painfully, then flicks his tongue out to lick it off.
