Page 49 of One-Time Shot

“Glad you asked. Aphrodisiacs are substances that enhance sexual performance and enjoyment. As with all things, everyone is different. I, personally, find oysters revolting. Too slimy for my taste. I don’t like clams either, which is strange because I love clam chowder soup. Do you like clam chowder? My mom makes a wonderful?—”

I grabbed his shoulder and crashed my mouth over his, sliding my tongue inside and kissing the hell out of him. He sighed and wrapped his arms around my neck as I pulled him close, cupping his ass and angling my head to deepen the connection. He hummed, breaking the kiss with a dreamy sigh.

“Hey, listen up.” I grazed my thumb along his lower lip. “We’re not going to do anything you won’t like. I promise. And if you change your mind and don’t want to do anything at all, that’s okay too. We can watch a movie or find someStar Trekreruns.”

Malcolm bit his lip and shook his head. “I think too much. It’s not good for me sometimes.”

“I do that too.” I stepped toward the table and sifted through the grocery bag, pulling the package of Fig Newtons out. “I didn’t know these things made your dick hard.”

“Technically speaking, it’s supposed to be figs on their own, but I could only find the cookie version. That might have been an impulse purchase of the “eat your feelings” variety, because I honestly can’t think of a less sexy food than a Fig Newton.”

I agreed, but I tore at the plastic wrapping anyway and pulled out a cookie. “Let’s try one and see what happens.”

I held it to his pursed lips, barely containing a needy groan as he darted his tongue out, opened up and bit into the soft outer layer. He lowered his eyelids to half-mast, rescuing a crumb at the corner of his mouth.

And what do you know…my cock swelled in my sweats.

Malcolm chewed thoughtfully. “Do you think it’s working? Maybe I need to eat the whole thing.”

“Trust me, it’s fucking working,” I rasped.

He glanced down on cue. “Oh. So I see.”

“What are you gonna do about this?”

“What can I do?” he asked, dragging his teeth across his bottom lip.

The faux-innocent act sent another pulse of desire south. The tent in my sweats was impressive by anyone’s standards now.

“You’re smart, Maloney. You’ll think of something.”

He didn’t hesitate. He dropped to his knees, yanked my sweats and boxer briefs out of the way, and did his best impression of a Hoover.

Over the past month or so, blowjobs had been on the menu almost daily. We’d become experts at reading each other. Malcolm knew what I liked, and he got me closer to the finish line faster than anyone ever had. But I didn’t want to come yet, and I didn’t think he wanted that either.

I threaded my fingers through his hair and pulled his head away. His saliva-slicked lips rested on the tip of my cock, his eyes wide behind his glasses.

“Should we bring the cookies to the bedroom?”

I barked a laugh and helped him to his feet. “No cookies, just you and me.”

We undressed in our usual flurry, leaving clothes like a trail of breadcrumbs to my room and falling into bed in a tangle of limbs with our mouths fused. We were both hard and leaking precum, and the slide of our dicks was heaven. For the record, we came like this all the damn time, pressed together, panting and swaying as we licked, sucked, and nipped.

I loved the smell and taste and feel of him in my arms, but I wanted everything. I wanted inside.

And no, ass play wasn’t a new development, but the most I’d done was tap Malcolm’s hole with the pad of my thumb, teasing his pucker while I played with his balls. He’d liked it, though. If I hadn’t been so strung out every time we ended up here, I might have pushed for more. I hadn’t wanted to hurt him or take what he wasn’t ready to give. We had to be on the same page.

Tonight, we were.

Or…wait.

Malcolm sat up abruptly, heaving as he squirmed out of my reach. “Halt. We need to have a discussion.”

“Now?”

“Yes, now. I just want you to know that I’ve done this before…had anal intercourse, I mean. I’m not inexperienced, and there’s no need to treat me with kid gloves,” he said in a rush.

“Uh…okay.”