“You need to be quiet,” I whisper, barely keeping it together myself.
“Don’t … care…” And it’s a sign of exactly how turned on he is that he doesn’t bother to lower his voice. “Jas—”
I seal his mouth with my hand.
“Someone can’t be trusted,” I pant against his ear.
His answer is muffled by my palm, but the way his grip on my ass tightens, begging me to pick up the pace, is a solid green light.
I start to fuck him harder, letting go in a way that makes my head spin. I’m only conscious enough to make sure the bed isn’t hitting the wall, and I’m keeping my grunts to myself, but West is completely out of it. Even through my hand, I can make out the needy noises he’s making for me, and it brings me right to the edge.
“Touch yourself,” I demand.
West scrambles for his cock, and when he starts to jerk himself, his eyes roll back before falling closed. I silently beg him to make this quick because there’s no way I can keep it up for much longer. I’m right on the edge, balls begging me to let go, and when I finally feel West’s cum splatter against my chest, I could almost sob with relief.
Yes.
I press my face to his neck as I grab his hips and pound into him, chasing that last thrust that will push me … over … the—
I clamp my mouth shut as I moan into West’s skin, doing my best to keep quiet while I’m hit with a toe-curling orgasm. My muscles seize up as I empty into the condom. Trying to stay focused. Trying not to cry out and give us away.
I have no idea if I managed it, but a moment later, West’s fingers are stroking through my damp hair while his chest rises and falls in an attempt to catch his breath.
“That—”
“Yep.”
He lets out a long exhale. “Fuck.”
“Agreed.”
His lips brush my temple, and I close my eyes against it, letting myself relax and enjoy the moment.
It’s perfect.
Like him.
We clean up and climb into bed, where he immediately curls into my side. I never thought I’d like to sleep up against someone all night, but I’m quickly learning that when it comes to West, the rules don’t apply.
I wake up wrapped around him, wanting to be as close as possible. Bare skin on bare skin, his scent filling my nose … Damn I hope I don’t need to wait long for this to happen again. West starts to stir, shifting against me, drawing one of his thick thighs up between mine.
“Morning.”
“Morning.” I reach for his dick.
I seal his mouth with mine, swallowing the delicious noises he’s making as we rut together, faster and harder until we’re spilling on his gorgeous abs.
“Now that’s the way to wake a man up,” West says, rolling out of bed to clean up.
When he gets back, he drops down on top of me, chest to mine and face burrowing into my neck. “Hey, Jas?”
“Mmm?” I’m so relaxed I can’t manage more of an answer than that.
“Do you ever bottom?”
My eyes snap open. “Do you want me to?”
“Relax.” He chuckles and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Trust me, I’ll gladly bottom for you any day, but I can go both ways, so that’s why I asked.”
It’s been a really, really long time since I bottomed, and when I did, it wasn’t pleasant. “When I first started college, I was a virgin—I know, you’re shocked—and back then there were next to no conversations around gay sex other than the massive push to use protection. I’d wrongly assumed that there were strict gender roles in the bedroom, so being smaller and scrawnier, I’d thought I’d be the bottom. I know otherwise now, but forcing myself through the discomfort, both mentally and physically, isn’t something I want to go through again.”
West kisses my shoulder. “I understand.”
“That said …” I flip us so I’m hovering over the top of him. “Hearing the way you beg for my cock definitely has me curious.”
“It is an amazing cock.”
I’m still not totally convinced when I say, “Will you try it with me?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“It still might not be for me, but if I’m going to enjoy it with anyone, it would be you.”
“Aw …” West cups my face. “That might be the sweetest way anyone has ever asked to be dicked down before.”
“I dunno. Your begging is on par.”
He thumps my shoulder. “Keep teasing me and you’ll never hear it again.”
“Well, we both know that’s a lie.”
He allows us a bit more time to exchange lazy kisses before we need to get up and deal with the kids. Asher is back today, which means I’m going to have to leave early, but until then, West and I head down to eat breakfast together. He looks so cuddly in his sweats and cotton tee, and I can’t stop my stare from dropping to appreciate his arm muscles every time he lifts his coffee cup.