“You can keep it after I move out,” I blurt out.
“My lease is up in December, and I thought if we like living together, maybe we could find a bigger place. Together. Me and you.” The last few words are slow and deliberate, like he’s not sure I understand him.
“Wait?! What? Where would we go? Your friends live here.” Everything comes out rapid-fire.
“First, do you want to keep living together?” he asks.
I fist his shirt and pull him down. “Damn right I do.” Fireworks explode in my brain, moving outward.
He laughs into our kiss. “We don’t need to decide everything tonight. What part of the city do you want to live in?”
“Nowhere near Park Ave. I honestly don’t care as long as I’m with you.” I sound cheesy, but his eyes light up.
“It’s been a long day. Let’s go to bed.”
“We are not sleeping.” I slap his ass to get him moving.
“I was ready to strip you naked as soon as we got home. You’re the one who wanted to be all romantic and tell me you love me.” He flings his shirt off as he walks.
“Maj, that could possibly be the least romantic way to tell you, but I’m not gonna argue.” I’m tossed on the bed before I know what’s happening.
“Good. We’re celebrating. Top or bottom?” he asks, and I shiver in anticipation.
“Bottom.” I roll off the bed and make a quick trip to the bathroom to clean up. He’s naked and stroking himself when I return. “I really want to sit on your dick.”
“Come here,” Jamal says, but I’m already crawling toward him. The bottle of lube is open next to him. He takes me in his arms and kisses me until I’m ready to explode.
“Will you choke me tonight?” We’ve done some research, and I’m dying for his hand on my throat. I pour lube on his fingers so he can open me up.
“Anything you want.” He sits up to get a better angle.
Jamal’s become so familiar with my body, he doesn’t have to be careful. He knows an edge of discomfort gets me off faster.
“Ready?” he asks, and I wordlessly straddle his lap as he removes his fingers.
I notch his tip and use my body weight to sink all the way down. He makes a strangled noise, caught between it feeling so good and fearing I’ll hurt myself.
“I love you.” I lean in to taste him. His lips are swollen from our kiss, and I can’t get enough of his addictive taste.
“I love you so much.” He chases my lips as I straighten to ride him.
“Show me.” I place his hand on my neck and groan.
When I pick up the pace, the bed frame hits the wall. If I gave a shit, I’d brace my hand on the wall, but we’d have to rearrange ourselves and he’s filling me so good.
“Ride me hard enough to dent the wall.” Jamal tightens his grip on my neck and uses his other hand to guide my hip.
All the soreness from the game disappears as I press against his hand and fuck myself on his cock.
“Tell me you love me again,” I order.
Jamal cuts off my supply of air for a second, and I’m dizzy. He thrusts up, bracing his feet on the bed. “Theo. I. Love. You.” Every word is punctuated with a slide against my prostate. His eyes glow with intensity, and I feel his words in every cell in my body.
“I’m close,” I pant.
“Slow down?” Jamal asks as beads of sweat form on his forehead.
“I can’t,” I grit out, and he grins.
