Chapter Ten
Rip
I woke up the next morning with Mars curled up against my chest and a giant erection pulsing in my boxers. There were a couple of empty beer bottles on the nightstand, and the laptop was folded and placed on the hardwood floor beside me.
Must have fallen asleep, I thought as I rubbed my eyes and tried to wake up.
Mars mumbled something, and his hand crawled backward, landing on my thigh. He barely stirred in his sleep, but I could see his lips opening and closing with each soft breath.
My cock twitched, and I became very aware of how long it had been since I had fooled around with Mars, or with anyone for that matter. When he kept groping backward and pulling me closer to him, I realized there was no reason to keep denying myself the pleasure.
“Mars,” I growled in his ear, then reached my arm around his chest to pull him tighter.
He began to writhe his body backward and rubbed his ass against my cock. His eyes fluttered open, and his breath quickened.
“Morning,” he whispered.
I reached down and grabbed the thick length of his cock in his briefs and started to stroke him. We found our rhythm almost immediately. Our hands bounced together, and our legs tangled as I rolled on top of him. My breath was hot against his neck while I rocked my hips into his fist, and when I took in a sharp breath, his musky scent filled my nose and made me even harder.
I gripped his cock, hard as steel, and rubbed my thumb along his wet slit while I fisted his shaft. We kept pumping faster and faster, and soon, our sweaty bodies were pressed together. Mars’s cock thickened in my hands, and I jerked my hips as he gripped my base. We both blew our loads at the same time, making a sticky mess out of the morning.
“Thanks,” I whispered in his ear, then patted his ass. “I needed that.”
“Me too,” he said, then stretched his legs along the sheets.
I tossed him a towel, then cleaned myself up in the bathroom. I only took a minute to poke around in the kitchen and make a couple of cups of coffee before I headed downstairs. In just a pair of athletic shorts and a long-sleeve tee, the fall air was cool against my skin, but once I let myself into Aunt Grace’s apartment, I quickly warmed again.
I had expected to wake her up with the coffee and a granola bar, but when I stepped inside, I was surprised to find her already at the kitchen table. There was a mug steaming in front of her and a piece of half-eaten toast on a small plate, and Aunt Grace was smiling as she sung to herself quietly.
“Just like every night has its dawn,” she hummed to herself, her crystal-clear voice the only sound in the house.
“Aunt Grace,” I said, gently interrupting her. “I didn’t think you’d be up. And I definitely didn’t think you’d be singing.”
She looked over to me, surprised. “Oh, Rip! Is it that time already? I got up to use the bathroom about an hour ago and couldn’t get back to sleep.”
I joined her at the kitchen table, then plucked the toast off her plate to take a bite. “You eat anything more than this? I was going to make some eggs.”
“I’ll try some eggs,” she said.
I tried to study her face and her body language as I stepped into the kitchen and flipped on the stove. She seemed good. Better than I’d seen her in a while, actually.
“I’m glad you didn’t have trouble waking up today,” I said over the counter that divided the kitchen from the rest of the house. “That’s progress.”
“If you say so,” she said, sipping from the coffee. “Seems like a low bar.”
“Don’t discount it,” I said as I flipped the eggs. “Anyway, I’m just happy to see you smiling. And singing! Haven’t heard that voice enough lately.”
“You can thank Mars for that,” she said.
“Mars?”
“Sure, he got me singing just the other week.”
I transferred the eggs to a plate and grabbed a couple forks before returning to the table. “He did? Never mentioned it to me. I’m surprised.”
Aunt Grace took the eggs with a smile. “I was having one of my stuck moments. He got me singing an old Kiss song, brought me right out of it.”
“How about that,” I said, surprised not by the story itself, but that I hadn’t heard it until that moment. “Has he been helping you out like that a lot?”
