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My cock throbs at the low timbre of his voice. It’s actually a crime that I hadn’t noticed how hot he was before. I mean, okay, of course he’s hot. Duh. Dark hair and dark eyes, and tan skin and muscles. What’s not to love? But fuck. There’s my best friend is objectively an attractive man, and then there’s I want to swallow my best friend’s cock. I’m firmly planted in the second category.

I step into the shower, waving a hand at Gray to join me instead of answering him. He climbs in behind me, catching me around the stomach and dragging my back to his chest as he moves us under the spray of water.

“Did you look at your throat?” he whispers, brushing his lips along the sensitive skin.

I shake my head, tilting it further so he has better access. “No, why?”

“You’re all marked up,” he breathes, dragging his tongue over my thundering pulse point and down the side of my neck. “You don’t even need a ring for people to know you’re mine, do you? It’s all over your skin.”

Fuck. That’s so fucking hot. I whimper, grabbing his arm and clutching him tightly so he doesn’t let me go.

“Let’s get cleaned up.”

I reluctantly drop his arm, and he steps back. “You go first.”

Part of me doesn’t want to wash my hair, only because it’ll take so much longer, but Gray’s right; I was covered in sweat, and I know for sure my hair is disgusting.

I make quick work of shampooing it, and then I lather it in conditioner, hoping that it’ll be enough to at least keep it somewhat manageable.

“Swap with me,” I say after I’ve soaped up a loofah. Gray’s body brushes mine as he steps past me and into the spray of water. It sends electric jolts through my skin, tingles exploding at the contact.

I’m frozen for a second, watching the way the water runs off Gray’s back and over the curve of his ass. It’s kind of ridiculous, if I’m being honest. No man that hot should also have an ass that nice.

“Do you ever bottom?” My face burns hot when Gray turns around to look at me, and I realize what I said.

“Not usually.” Well, that’s fair. I prefer to bottom, but every once in a while—“But for you, I would.”

For me, he would? “Really?”

His eyes fall to my swollen cock, and this time, it’s him licking his lips. “Yeah,” he croaks out. “I think you’d be hard-pressed to find anything I wouldn’t do for you. In bed or otherwise.”

“But do you like it?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. I don’t want him doing something just because I want it. That sounds like the most unsexy thing I’ve ever heard in my life.

“If you’d like to, I’d let you.”

Weird way to phrase that, but whatever. I nod, then go back to cleaning myself off, and after a few seconds, Gray turns toward the water and finishes with his hair. And if I watch his muscles flex the whole time, that’s my business.

“Ready to swap?” he asks.

We swap places again, and this time my hard cock brushes his leg. Is there something dangerous about having an erection for a long time, or is that just an if you’ve taken medication for it thing?

I’ll worry about that later, I guess.

I rinse off quickly while Gray scrubs down his body. He really is too fucking hot. I’m a little mad at myself for not noticing sooner because what do you mean we could have been doing this all along?

A real waste of my life, if I’m being honest.

By the time Gray is rinsed off, my patience is at an all-time low. Sinking to my knees in front of him, I glance up at him through my lashes.

He blinks down at me, his mouth slightly parted. “You were serious.”

It’s not a question, but I’ll answer anyway. “When have you ever known me to not be serious about something I want?”

He shrugs, his cock bobbing in front of my face. “Never, I guess.”

“Can I?” I’m dying to. I can’t even describe how badly I want to know what he tastes like. I’m not gonna beg for it, but… Well, actually, I might. If I need to.

Thankfully, I don’t need to.