“I could still go home,” he responded with a shrug, still not looking at me. “I mean, it would be quiet but I could get some studying done, and…”
“Aspen.” His eyes snapped up to mine at my sharp tone. “Stay here. There’s no reason for either of us to be alone.”
“You won’t get tired of having me around?” He wondered, his fingers flexing and clenching on his bare thighs.
“You’re kidding, right?” I asked, relieved to see the worry fade from his eyes and the corner of his cute mouth perk up. “If anything, you’re going to get sick of me.”
“I think maybe that ship sailed already,” he admitted softly. “Even when you’re bugging the crap out of me, I still want you around, so…”
My heart did a few flips in my chest, like it was on one of those intense roller coasters with all the loops and rolls.
“I told you about that fine line, and you didn’t listen,” I murmured, tsking at him in a mock lecturing way. He scoffed, the most adorable blush I’d ever seen in my life washing over his cheeks as I pulled him into me for a long, deep kiss. He’d banned me from his beautiful lips for so long that I felt like it would take me years to make up for all the lost time.
“I thought you wanted me to cook you breakfast,” he stated, after I finally released his lips so he could speak. His eyes were half-lidded and hazy now, one arm hooked around my neck.
“This is the pre-breakfast breakfast,” I informed him, pulling him back toward the bed. I settled back onto it, balancing on my knees.
When he reached down to grip the hem of the shirt he was wearing, my shirt he’d put on, I stopped him. “Leave that on.”
He scoffed again, but let the hem fall back into his place. “What, now you’re turned on by a t-shirt?”
He’d said the wordt-shirtlike he didn’t have a clue what he was wearing, which I figured he probably didn’t. In his mind, the embroidered Versace Medusa logo stitched into the right breast was probably just an unimportant little design element. Knowing that he preferred to thrift basically everything but socks and underwear, I would decline to mention that particular detail to him.
“You look hot in my clothes,” I said, watching as he gave a little shrug to indicate he didn’t mind leaving it on while we fooled around. When he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxer briefs to take them off, my mouth watered as I watched them slide down his firm thighs. His body was like a drug I was pitifully addicted to.
“Hey,” I said, as the thought suddenly occurred to me. “Have you ever made food for a guy before?”
“I told you to stop asking me that,” he responded flatly, giving me a dry look.
I’d basically asked the same question about every sexual act we’d ever done together the night before, mostly because the realization that I had been his first for so many things made me so horny I could barely stand it. Unfortunately, it seemed to have the opposite effect on him, embarrassing him so acutely he could also barely stand it.
“I can’t,” I said. “I think it’s my new kink.”
“Asking questions can’t be a kink.”
“It’s not the question, it’s the answer,” I pointed out, like that much wasn’t obvious. “Knowing I’m your one and only gets me so hard, Cupcake.”
To demonstrate my statement, I nudged his thigh with my hips, rubbing him through my boxers with my stiff cock.
Snorting, he shook his head. “Pretty sure you don’t need any other reasons to compel you into getting hard, Caelyx. You’re a human fuck machine as it is.”
Hoping he couldn’t tell how his description of my impressive and always reliable erection was swelling up my ego and making me throb with pride, I gave him a slow and obvious look up and down.
“So… Have you ever fucked a guy wearing his shirt?”
His lip quivered once as he bit down into it, trying desperately not to laugh.
“Shut up.”
“I’m going to take that as a no,” I said. “Fuck. I’m, like, about to blow my load already.”
A peal of laughter bubbled out, and he shook his head again. “You need a gag.”
Chuckling, I opened my mouth wide to show him how cooperative I’d be if he actually wanted to ever do that. To my shock, he reached up and stuffed the balled up wad of his boxer briefs into my open mouth.
A heavy shot of lust burst in my stomach, coursing out through all my limbs like an explosion. I let out an involuntary whine, my jaw instantly clenching down on the fabric to hold it there, my cock twitching in my boxers.
His eyes widened, all the amusement in them fading into surprise.
