Page 35 of Shaped to Be Yours

Not everyone liked to taste themselves, much as I wanted to claim Ricky’s lips in a kiss, so I waited, hovering close enough for him to know what I wanted, and let him make the call.

He kissed me with such force, I almost rocked backward.

More. I wanted more. I wanted to open Ricky up. I wanted my mouth on his cock, but I could feel the stir of the monster in me, now that it was Ricky beneath my touch. I had done so well. Really well. But we had to take this slow.

That didn’t mean we stopped making out or grinding for a long while. We both got maybe a little—okay, a lot—hard again, but it was too late for a round two. And with the way I’d ended up holding Ricky against me, he definitely couldn’t sleep in that shirt anymore, ’cause it was covered in come.

“Sorry,” I said, once we’d calmed enough to get our second boners to go down, and he’d tossed his shirt off toward my laundry pile. He shivered now that our sweat was cooling, so I handed him my shirt that remained un-come-ified. I ran hot enough that I didn’t need to sleep in one. Seeing Ricky in my high school football T was even sexier than seeing him in the shirt I’d bought for him.

“That was not anything to apologize for,” Ricky said.

“I didn’t think so, but I still wanted to be polite.”

He snickered as we slipped back into our sleep pants. Having taken off one shirt and put on another meant more of Ricky’s hair had come out of his bun. It was making it very difficult for me to not burst out laughing.

“What?” He blinked at me.

“Nothing. You just kind of look like an uneven chia pet right now.”

“Dick.” He shoved me, and I couldn’t help giving in to the laughter. Ricky laughed too, but when he pursed his lips, I knew he was a little upset, especially when he started trying to tuck the wild curls back in.

“Hey, dude.” I grabbed Ricky’s hands and reached around the back of his head to find the tie holding his hair bound.

“Wait, what are you—”

“Of course I’m gonna laugh,” I said, pulling the tie free. I almost expected a BOING sound effect with how his hair sprang outward and up. “But only ’cause it looks so different slicked back versus wild. It’s sexy all fro-ed out.”

“It isnot. I look like a Muppet.”

That made me laugh harder, because yeah, well, a little, but it wasn’t funny the more I saw how much it really seemed to bother him. “Wait, um,amI being a dick? Don’t answer that. I know I’m a dick. But, like, Freshman year, when I laughed the first time I saw your hair like this, did it make you self-conscious?”

Ricky snatched the hair tie away from me. “Have you ever seen me in public with my hair like this?”

I grabbed the wrist of the hand holding the tie, but gently, slowly, and waited for Ricky’s eyes to meet mine. “I am the biggest dick in the world. You’re my best friend, and I only ever teased you as hard as I didbecauseyou’re my best friend. It surprised me, so I laughed. I’m probably always going to laugh. You get some serious height with it like this.”

“Uck.”

“But… you could sport the fro look every day, and I’d still think you were the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Especially when your glasses get crooked.” I fixed them for him, since the tousle had made them fall down his nose. “And when your lips part like that…”

Fuck, I was gonna get hard again. I had to reign it in, but at least Ricky wasn’t shying from looking at me anymore.

I took the tie and wrapped it around his wrist. “Wanna sleep here tonight? If you wake me up early enough, we could give each other areallygood morning.”

Ricky laughed. “I guess we could do that. Because I am looking forward to it being your hands on me next time.”

“Hell yeah.”

“But apparently fifty ‘I will not be a dick’ repetitions were not enough. Keep working on it.” He kissed me.

Then he tried to tie his hair back to go upstairs to use the bathroom again, but I was, like, “Dude, Mom is asleep, and you’re adorable. Leave the hair.”

He did.

Once we were ready to settle in, snuggling with Ricky under the covers beside me was almost as awesome as what we’d done on top of them. I plugged in our phones and made sure he set his alarm. I thought maybe my phone lit up with a notification, but it was probably just Teracht again. I could get back to him tomorrow.

That was the plan anyway, but I didn’t remember to check the app in the morning, not after me and Ricky grinded our way to such a good one, and my claws only came out a little.

What I missed seeing on the app was that I had finally matched with a monster.

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