Page 144 of Finance Bros

“Good. Now, tell me how much.”

I put him on his back. “You know how much.”

“You’re not even hard.”

“It’s not always about that, asshole.” I grab his face and kiss him again. “Sometimes it’s not a feeling in my pants, it’s a feeling in my chest.”

“Can you go ahead and take that warm, fuzzy feeling and get hard?”

My dick is already working on it, but I hold his head in place and kiss him again and again.

“Wait—hang on—wait.”

“What?” I groan, pressing my forehead to his in frustration. I don’t want to talk anymore. He fumbles around under the covers next to him. I turn to look at what he’s doing, and my eyes widen at the huge flesh light. “What the fuck?”

“Do you have any of these?” he asks.

“No,” I say, frowning at it.

“But you know what it is, right?”

“Yes, Mal. I’ve been in a sex shop before.”

“This one should fit us both.”

“What?”

“Shit, Ry, it’s not that weird. You said anything I want.”

He’s right on both counts. I did say that, and on the spectrum of Mal’s kinks, this is a relatively mild one. “It doesn’t look big enough.”

“It’ll be tight,” he says, his voice low and sexy.

“What does that one do?” I ask. Though I don’t own one, I’m aware that there are different kinds.

“It’s pretty basic,” he says. “It’s got a little suction if you want.”

Ready to be naked with him in any capacity, I reach for the lube and push off my underwear—the only thing I’m wearing. Ihelp him out of his before he holds out the toy for me to squirt lube into.

“Put some on our dicks, too,” he tells me.

I do, getting him ready first while I watch his face. His eyes hood as I stroke him. “It’s gonna be like fucking you,” he says.

“You want that?” I ask.

“I want this.”

“You’re welcome to fuck me,” I tell him.

He shakes his head. “I like how things are with us. Unless you don’t.”

I guess “how things are with us” is still pretty new in the grand scheme of things. Since we’ve been fucking, I haven’t thought about bottoming for him. But before—back when I was forced to watch him fuck his girlfriend any chance he could make it happen, I always pictured being on the receiving end of him. But that wasn’t really him, it turns out. It was a show he was putting on for me—maybe for himself, too. “No,” I say. “I do. I fucking love being inside you.”

“You wanna do this with me?” he asks, sounding less than confident for the first time. “This probably wasn’t what you had in mind a second ago. You were being really sweet.”

I kiss him softly, and he leans into me, taking more. “I do want to,” I assure him. I’m so turned on, so desperate to be as close as possible, I can’t wait to stuff my dick into a flesh light with him.

He bites my lower lip as he draws away. “Then get yourself wet.”

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