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His pinky flexes against mine. “Sex, Matthew. I’m talking about sex.”
He… oh my God. Like the sex. My mouth goes dry, and I see visions of Xed bent over for me. Or him above me while my knees are to my chest, splitting me open. The image has my cock thickening in my jeans, but…
“Why?”
“What do you mean, why?” He tilts his head, casting me a sideways glance as he exits the freeway. “You don’t want that?”
Duh.
“Of course I do, Ducky, but do you?”
He huffs in annoyance. “Why the fuck would I bring it up if I didn’t want it?”
With a shrug, I lick my chapped lips. “Maybe because you think I do? Like I miss it or something?”
“Do you?” He challenges, meeting my gaze with sad, gold-flecked eyes.
I take a moment to think about what he’s asking.
Do I miss sex with women? Not particularly. I still find them attractive, don’t get me wrong, but no girl has ever made me feel like Xed does. Not that I’ve been with many.
I don’t know if it’s because we have history or because I know him like the back of my hand, but being with my best friend is exhilarating. It’s fun and hot, and the fact that it’s taking our friendship to another level just makes me want it more.
So I tell him as much.
And what does this asshole do at my declaration? He scoffs.
“I’m being serious,” I whine, trying to untangle our fingers, but he holds on tighter.
“I know you are. It’s adorably disgusting.”
“Shut up.” Leaning over the center console, I kiss his neck, smiling when he shudders. “Does that mean you aren’t mad at me anymore?”
“I’m… still thinking about it.”
“Let me convince you to forgive me.”
Pulling his soft skin between my teeth, I gently suck and nibble on his throat until we’re home, loving the way he whimpers and writhes in his seat. Once we’re parked on the curb, he practically yanks me out of the car, dragging me up the steps and through the front door before shoving me onto the couch.
“Ouch, fuck.” One of Hannah’s toys jabs me in the spine, and I toss it onto the floor with the rest of them as Xed climbs onto my lap. His eyes are blown wide, a noticeable bulge in his crotch, and I gasp when I spot the bruise on his neck. “Shit, I gave you a hickey.”
“Good,” he growls, biting down on my earlobe because he knows how horny I get when he does that. “I want your marks on me, Matty. Let people know who I belong to.”
Holy shit. Those words make my cock harder if that’s even possible. He grinds down on it, riding me through the material of our pants, and I want that barrier gone.
He seems to have the same idea, his fingers flying for his belt buckle while I undo mine. Once our dicks are out, I position our tips, preparing to dock again since that’s our favorite thing, but he grabs my wrist to stop me.
“Wait. Hang on.” Biting his lip, he looks down at me, his eyes glittering. “I wasn’t lying in the car. I really do want to fuck.”
“Yeah?” I swallow, breath growing shallow when he starts to jerk us slowly. “But who’s going to…you know?”
With a smirk, he licks along the seam of my lips teasingly. “Bottom? I don’t care. I’ll do whatever you want, Matthew.”
I groan, thrusting up into his palm, imagining what it would feel like to be inside of him and then vice versa. “Can we do both?”
Xed snickers, sliding off my lap to remove his clothes. “We can try.”
Yeah, I’m good with that. Try all night if we have to.
