I shook my head, amused that he couldn’t even say the words out loud.
“Don’t tempt me,” I said with a wink as I opened my car door.
“Don’t tempt me,” he responded in that bolder tone I enjoyed.
We shared one last smile before he went to his car. Once I pulled out of the driveway, I headed back to work to take care of a couple of things.
I got home late, finished up some leftovers, then worked out. After I showered and got ready for bed, I felt restless, so I pulled out my cell.
How are your in-laws?
Pretty sick. I didn’t go inside, but I could hear them coughing through the door.
Bummer. Hope they’ll be on the mend soon. Maybe you can bring them leftovers from my mom’s house.
There was a long pause, which made me rethink my reply.
My bad. That might be awkward.
No, it was a nice offer. Why should I let it be awkward? You’re my friend, and you invited me to dinner at your mom’s house.
True. Wanna talk?
Yeah.
I pressed video call by accident and almost hung up, except Delaney answered on the first ring.
“Well, this is new.” His chest was bare, and his sheets were tucked in around his waist.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
“No, it’s okay. We should actually do this more often. It’s nice to see your face.”
“It’s nice to see yours too. As well as the rest of you.” Delaney flushed at the comment. “Looks like you’re also in bed.”
“Yeah, I was gonna find a Dateline episode to watch.”
“Good idea. Maybe I’ll do the same.” When his eyes met mine, I asked, “Is Ruby in Grant’s room tonight, or is she keeping your feet warm?”
“She’s with Grant,” he replied, glancing across the room, then lowering his voice. “No one here to keep me warm.”
“I’d keep you warm if I could,” I said, my voice growing a bit husky.
“Fuck, that sounds good,” he replied, then looked away so I couldn’t see his eyes. “Lots of other things do, too, especially when you look like that.”
“Yeah?” I liked it when he told me exactly what he was thinking. “Like what?”
“Like maybe sex. I’m a bit out of practice—with men, I mean.”
“Have you ever gone further than a blowjob?”
“Actual penetration?” Delaney asked, and I nodded. “Once. It was rushed, he came way too fast, and it hurt like hell, so…”
“Just like anyone’s first time.” I absently scratched an itch on my chest, thinking about my first time fooling around with a guy and how messy and awful it was, but also sweet and hot. My first time with a woman was a little better.
“True. But I’m certainly curious,” he said in a raspy voice that went straight to my groin. “And it definitely turns me on.”
“Imagining being fucked?” I adjusted myself beneath the covers, already feeling overheated from the conversation.
“Yeah.” His cheeks were pink. “I like the idea of blanking out my mind and letting someone else call the shots for a change. I know that’s not what every bottom does or wants, but for me, I just…need it.”
“I get it,” I replied, thinking about how crushing his responsibilities must’ve felt sometimes. “And fucking hell, I’d top you. All you have to do is ask.”
“Goddamn it.” He squirmed beneath his covers. “Thanks a lot for that visual.”
“Sorry, not sorry?” I teased. “Guess I’ll have to add jerking off to my routine tonight.”
“Same.” He groaned.
“Maybe we should do it together?” My pulse throbbed as the question hung suspended between us.
“I’ll have to be quiet,” Delaney said, and I breathed out in relief as he glanced somewhere off-camera. “Let me put in my earbuds and get something to prop my phone.”
“I will too.”
I could hear him breathing as I pushed my briefs down, then stacked a couple of pillows across from me to angle my phone against. When he created a similar setup, my mouth ran dry because now I had a better view of him completely bare. Of his meaty thighs and thick cock surrounded by that dark patch of hair at his groin. He also had a good dusting on his chest and legs. So damned sexy.
“Fucking hell, Lane. If only I could touch you right now.”
“The feeling is mutual.” His voice was husky, and my shaft was growing stiffer by the second. His fingers twisted his sheets nervously, and I wished I could kiss him and make him feel more comfortable.
“Show me how you get yourself off,” I said, and his eyes flared with heat, suddenly looking more confident, as if he’d just needed help getting started.
He gripped his cock and stroked roughly. “I’ve been practicing…with my fingers.”
“What do you m—ah, hell, stuffing them in your ass?” I groaned.
“Yeah, it feels good, even without lube, and…makes me shoot faster.”
My balls ached just picturing it. “Lift your knees, show me your hole.”