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He hesitates, his jaw working like he’s trying to find the right words. Finally, he clears his throat and says, “Sharing a bed with you.”
My foot nearly slips off the gas pedal, but I manage to keep the car steady even as my breathing goes completely haywire. “Yeah?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah,” he says, and there’s no mistaking the heat in his tone. “It’s… I mean, it’s not just about sleeping, but yeah. I want to. With you.”
The words light a fire under my skin, and it’s all I can do to keep my hands steady. “You’ve got no idea how much I’ve thought about that,” I admit, my voice rough.
Malik laughs softly, a little breathless, and I can hear the nerves and excitement mingling in his tone. “I think I’ve got an idea,” he says, shifting in his seat again.
I don’t say anything else, too focused on making sure we don’t crash, but the second I pull into my apartment complex and cut the engine, I finally let myself turn to him fully.
His eyes are on me, dark and full of heat, and before I can think better of it, I lean over, cupping his jaw and pulling him in for a kiss. It’s not rushed or frantic, but it’s full of promise, andwhen he sighs against my mouth, I know tonight is going to be everything I’ve been imagining—and then some.
CHAPTER 8
MALIK
Everything is fast and frenzied.Clothes hit the floor next to Kobe’s front door and continue to be flung until we’re naked and stumbling toward his bed. My heart pounds in my chest, my dick achingly hard, and he hasn’t touched anything beyond my face and neck. His hands cradle me like I’m something precious, but his lips? His lips have barely left mine—even as we trip and scramble to get here.
We crash against the edge of his bed, the kiss breaking with a gasp as I steady myself against his shoulders. The sight of him takes my breath away. Kobe, completely naked in front of me. His inked skin glows under the soft light filtering from the bedside lamp, the intricate patterns on his chest and arms shifting as he breathes heavily, his chest rising and falling with the same urgency I feel.
I’ve caught glimpses of his tattoos before, but now? Now I can take it all in. And I want to. I want to map every curve of his muscles, every line of ink, with my tongue. Want to find out if the swirling lines will lead a perfect pathway to his cock. There’s only one way to know.
I push him gently back. His breath hitches, and there’s a frustrated sound at the back of his throat. “Malik,” he growls, his voice low, desperate.
“Patience,” I murmur, brushing my lips against his jaw before letting them trail lower. His head tilts, giving me access, and I take full advantage, my lips finding the first line of ink on his neck. I kiss it softly at first, but as his skin trembles under my touch, I can’t resist teasing him. I nip the tender flesh, earning me a sharp gasp that makes my dick twitch in response.
I smile against his skin, moving lower, my tongue tracing the swirling patterns that wrap around his collarbone. Kobe, the hottest, most beautiful man I’ve ever seen—who’s as kind as he is smart and considerate—trembles under my mouth. He clutches at my shoulders, his fingers tightening as I move lower, mapping his chest with my mouth.
When I reach his nipples, I pause, taking one of the barbells into my mouth. I flick it with my tongue before worrying it lightly between my teeth. His groan is feral, his grip on my hair tightening as he pulls me closer.
“Fuck, Malik,” he pants, his voice strained, his hips jerking forward.
I grin, my lips brushing against his skin as I whisper, “You like that?”
His response is another sharp tug on my hair and a guttural moan that shoots straight to my cock. But I’m not done yet. I pull out of his hold, letting my tongue trace a tattoo just under his ribs. It’s an intricate design, a mix of geometric shapes and bold, dark shading that draws my attention to the cut of his abs.
“Beautiful,” I murmur, my breath ghosting over the ink before I follow the path lower, my tongue darting out to tease along the lines that lead to his navel. I drop to my knees, my mouth hovering just above his skin as my hands steady him by his hips.
Kobe’s breath hitches, and I look up to find his gaze locked on mine. His eyes are heavy-lidded, his lips parted, and his whole body trembles as he waits, his anticipation palpable.
“Been dying to taste you,” I whisper, and with a low groan, he drops his head back.
I finally take him into my mouth, and fuck, he’s perfect. Heavy, thick, and hot against my tongue, he tastes clean and salty, and I can’t get enough. I groan around him, the vibrations earning me a sharp tug on my hair.
Kobe’s control starts to slip, his hips rocking forward as I take him deeper, my tongue swirling around the head before I slide back down his length. I set a steady rhythm, hollowing my cheeks as I bob up and down, savoring every inch of him.
His sounds drive me wild. Breathless gasps. Low groans. My name falling from his lips like a prayer.
His grip on my hair tightens, and his thrusts become erratic. I know he’s close. I hum in encouragement, letting him take what he needs, and with a strangled cry, he unravels. His release hits the back of my throat, warm and salty, and I swallow every drop, pulling back slowly to savor him.
I expect him to collapse, to need a minute to recover, but Kobe surprises me. He hauls me off my knees with impressive strength, pulling me up to crash our mouths together. He kisses me with a desperation that steals my breath, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as he groans, tasting himself on my lips.
“Fuck, Malik,” he whispers against my lips, his hands roaming over my back before sliding down to grip my ass.
I chuckle breathlessly, but the sound turns into a moan as he maneuvers me onto the bed, his body pinning mine. His hands are everywhere, his lips relentless as they trail down my neck and chest.
When he reaches my cock, hard and aching between us, he wraps his hand around the base, his eyes meeting mine as he licks his lips. “My turn.”
