his boxers.
“Have you ever thought about quitting?” I ask.
Gray’s eyes fly open, and he looks down between our bodies to where I’m still squeezing his dick.
“Really?” he asks. “You want to discuss this right now?”
“You have a better moment in mind?”
“I can think of several. All of them are happening any other time than right now.”
I slide my hand to his stomach and flutter my fingertips over his skin. The way he sucks in his breath and his abdominal muscles tighten every time I do it is mesmerizing, so I just keep touching him.
“So have you?” I ask after a while.
Gray lets out a deep sigh.
“Sometimes,” he admits. “Only then what would I do? I’m a corporate lawyer. That’s pretty much all I know. Fuck, I’ve never done anything else. Even all my internships and summer jobs have been with Connor, and I doubt working for another firm would make much of a difference anyway. Plus, I couldn’t do that to Con. He’s counting on me.”
I can’t touch that one. Con and I don’t really get along. Con has always been there for Gray, transferring schools to come back home and take care of Gray when their parents died, and there’s no doubt in my mind he loves Gray, but the man also has a stick so far up his ass that the thing is poking into his brain.
“I bet lawyers can change professions, too,” I say, pushing Con out of my mind.
“No, no. It’s a lifetime commitment. I signed a contract in blood,” Gray deadpans.
I tweak one of his nipples, and he groans. His fingers push into my hips, and he pulls me against him. I can’t help but let out a shuddering breath at the feel of him against me.
“Do you like being a lawyer?” I manage to ask, even though rational thought is quickly abandoning the premises.
“You’re way too determined for your own good,” Gray says as he keeps moving against me, rolling his hips like we’re in the middle of a horizontal version of bachata.
“Is this coming as a surprise to you?”
“That particular superpower has never been aimed against me, so I’ve never really been afraid of it.”
I can’t help but laugh at that, but then Gray puts his hand to the back of my head and pulls me to him. Our mouths connect in a scorching hot kiss, and he doesn’t let go before I’m definitely done laughing.
Our gazes meet and as if on cue, we both scramble to get our pants off before I settle in on top of him.
We’re all frantic need and desperate movements after that. I lean over to grab the lube from Gray’s bedside table. The cap flies open, and the bottle drops somewhere on the floor after a few seconds, and then my slippery hand is wrapped around the both of us.
“Holy shit,” Gray gasps as I move my hand up and down. He wraps his own hand around mine so that are dicks are firmly trapped between our palms.
Our fingers are slippery, palms sliding smoothly as we move in tandem. We’re totally in sync, Gray and I. He kisses me the moment I feel like I can’t exist another moment without his taste on my tongue. He tightens his hold around my waist just as I’m starting to feel like I might float away. His grasp on my erection becomes firmer based on the hitching of my breath.
I angle my head, and throw myself into the kiss. It’s so easy to get lost in Gray. Way too easy for my sanity. I have a feeling this is going to hurt like nothing else once real life kicks in, but I’m already in too deep, and it’s hard to let future hurt ruin today’s pleasure.
Gray’s head thumps against the headboard, but he doesn’t even wince. I angle my palm between him and the headboard to stop him from hurting himself again.
His eyes meet mine, and as per some unspoken agreement, we move our hands quicker. It’s a bit tricky what with the frantic need between us. I press my forehead against Gray’s. His breath whooshes over my lips. We’re both looking down, and my best friend’s cock next to mine, trapped in our hands, is easily the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Gray moves his thumb over the heads, swiping up precome.
Goose bumps travel over my back. It almost feels like we’re in a bubble. Gray’s breaths are choppy, and mine sound the same. His fingers are splayed wide