To touch.

I crawl on top of her then, dragging an open palm and my tongue up her stomach, over her breasts.

She pants when I lick her cleavage, my wet tongue flicking the groove between her blessedly plump tits. My fingers briefly toy with the small white clasp in front of her bra, and without preamble, I pop it open.

My mouth covers her then, and she moans loudly, her hips wiggling impatiently beneath me. I grind my erection into the apex of her spread thighs. Grind into her hard.

It’s torture.

She grabs a handful of my disheveled hair and tugs.

“Lights on or off,” I ask between sucking on her flawless skin.

“On. I want to watch you.”

“I’m going to make you feel so fucking good, Grey.”

“You already have, baby.” She gasps into my mouth. “So fucking good.”

Baby. Jesus Christ, it sounds good spilling from her lips. The dirty talk. I bite my cheek to stop the litany of endearments threatening to spill off the tip of my tongue, wanting to call her every goddamn mushy name I can think of: baby, sweetheart, sweetie, honey, babe, cutie pie, darling.

Shit. My friends were right; I am pussy whipped.

But only a spineless dickhead would give a shit what his friends thought.

“God, you’re fucking sexy as shit,” I whisper, caressing her hip. “I love your skin. I love your tits.” To illustrate my point, I lick them both, sucking on the dusky nipples.

“Keep talking. What else,” she asks, panting in a long, drawn out breath. “You feel so good.” It sounds like she’s sulking.

“I love how funny you are.” Grey tips her head back as I suck on her neck gently, palming her breasts with my now trembling hand, kissing my way down her collarbone. “I love how smart and clever you are.”

“You feel so good, Cal. Did I say that already? I’m losing my mind.”

“You make me crazy.” I moan, totally losing control of the situation. “Do I make you crazy?”

Our incoherent, sex-induced babble fills the room.

“Oh yeah, so crazy.” Her hands push frantically at the waistband of my pants, and together, we slide them down my hips, then set to tearing off her underwear in a heated frenzy.

“God, just give it to me, Cal. I don’t want to wait anymore; I want you so bad,” she implores, reaching for my hard erection, stroking it up and down with her talented fingers. “Don’t you want this inside me? I do. I want it bad.”

Holy hell. Holy shit, the dirty mouth on her.

“Stop. Don’t, baby,” I beg through clenched teeth. “Or I’m gonna come.”

“Come inside me,” she moans, grabbing my ass and pulling me down. My dick brushes the slit of her pussy, pre-cum making it slick. “Please. I’m on the pill. Honey, please. I want this with you so bad.”

Pill. Honey. Please.

I try to make sense of the words in my brain, but I’ve lost the function of reasoning.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. I’ve never had sex without a condom—then again, I’ve never been serious about anyone before. Ever. Not even close.

But I am now—and whatever she wants I’m going to give her: Commitment. A relationship. Date nights. My cock inside her without a condom.

I swallow the lump in my throat and my balls tighten, eager and twitching with greedy anticipation.

“If we fuck without a condom, Greyson, you’re mine. Do you understand?” My plea is hoarse, raw and full of emotions I didn’t know I was feeling. “The only person I’d ever consider screwing without protection would be a steady girlfriend.”

Or future wife, but I keep that shit to myself.

“Silly boy.” Greyson cups my cheek in her palm tenderly, even as her rotating hips work the tip of my dick. “I decided I was keeping you the day you showed up at my door. You’re mine.”

Greyson

He feels so good.

So unbelievably good.

Words spill out of his lips. My lips. Incoherent rambling. Babbling. Endearments.

Begging.

Cal slides in and out of me and, “Oh God.” I moan, spreading my legs wider as his hips pump, giving it to me good. So, so good. “Deeper, Cal, push. Yeah, yes, right there.”

My head rolls to the side and I lie like a rag doll as he drives into me, the sensation of his bare flesh against mine almost unbearable. Ooohhh yeahhh. Uuhhh. Cal.

“Shit, oh shit. God, this feels amazing. Fucking incredible, baby. I… I… You’re my best friend, baby,” he confesses in an emotional, choked whisper. “I think I love you.” He blurts out this sentiment as a choke gets stuck in his throat.

“I know, I know,” I chant. My mouth finds his earlobe and I suck. “I love you too.”

Love. What a word. We can’t stop saying it.

Can’t stop.

“I am. I’m fucking in love with you, Greyson.” He swivels his pelvis and grinds me down into the mattress.

“I love you, Cal. So much.” The words spill out of my mouth in a sob before I can analyze the consequences of our slurred confessions.

Cal’s giant hands reach under me, and he grasps my ass, pushing deep.

Our mouths meet then, and we burn for each other. Burn. With each kiss and every touch, we worship as only two people who’ve just declared their love for each other can—with passion and restraint and tenderness.

And once you’ve said those three little words, a floodgate opens, and you never want to stop saying them. So we don’t. We say them again and again, in whispers and whimpers and groans and throaty sighs.

It’s raw and deep and real.

It would be nauseating if it weren’t us.

“I love you,” Cal groans again as his hips pump and he slides slowly in and out of me. “Fuck, you feel good, Greyson. So fuuuu… sexy. Shit. Uh, Grey, I love you, baby.”

He’s way too gentle. He’s way too slow.

My fingers move down his sweaty spine and squeeze his firm ass. “Harder, Cal. I said harder. Yes, right there, baby. Don’t stop. I love you, I love you. Oh God, deeper. Harder. Cal.”

Our lips and bodies tell a story, one we’ve been writing for the past seven weeks… a story of our friendship, bond, and love.

Calvin

Holy shit.

My girl loves me.

My girl loves it deep and hard and dirty and loud.

And that’s how I give it to her.

Greyson

We don’t stop until we’re both panting and sweaty and exhausted.

And then we do it again.

@Grey_VKeller Tweeted: I’m officially someone’s #girlfriend and off the market #facebookofficial

@tightheadthompson Tweeted:@grey_vkeller damn straight

@Grey_VKeller Tweeted:@tightheadthompson I love you

@tightheadthompson Tweeted:@grey_vkeller I love you too, baby

@JemmaGemini Tweeted:@tightheadthompson @grey_vkeller

Gross. Stop. NO ONE wants to see this crap. NO ONE #tmi #gag #wordvom

@MasonGille32 Tweeted:@tightheadthompson Hey #jerkoff did we NOT just talk about keeping this #shit to yourself? TMI dude #hornybastard