I chuckled sleepily. “I agree.”
Andrew rolled off me and climbed off the bed. He was gone a moment, disposing of the condom, no doubt. I didn’t open my eyes to check. I just held out my arm and waited for him to come back to bed. When he came back, he fit right in against me, like he was designed just for that particular spot, and my arm held him there. “Want me to clean you up a bit?” he asked softly.
“Mm-mm. Nuh.” I still hadn’t opened my eyes, but I pulled him a bit closer. “Later. Now we sleep.”
He settled heavily against me, his head on my shoulder. His breaths soon evened out into a peaceful, deep sleep. I kissed the top of his head and fell asleep, more content and happy than I had felt in a very long time.
I woke to warm kisses and scratchy whiskers on my shoulder. I was lying on my stomach, and there was a delicious weight on my back. “Spencer, wake up.”
I smiled into my pillow. “What time is it?”
“Eight o’clock.”
“But it’s Saturday.”
“Exactly.” Andrew ran his hands down my back and gripped my hip bones, giving me a jolt of pleasure. “It’s Saturday.”
I groaned, still half asleep, half really turned on.
He rolled off me and onto the bed beside me. “Guess I’ll just have to get my own arse ready.”
That made me open my eyes.
He laughed. “That’s what I thought.”
“You don’t play fair.” Then I actually looked at him. He was wide awake, smiling, and very fucking naked. He had one knee bent, one hand stroking his dick, and his other hand disappeared down to where I imagined he was playing with his own arse. “Jesus.”
“I woke up with your dick against my ass,” he said. “So this is technically your fault.”
I barked out a laugh and rolled onto my back, the sheet half coming off my side. My morning wood had become fully fledged wood and I couldn’t help but palm myself. “I’ll happily take the blame for that.” But morning was morning, and I needed to take a piss. I got off the bed and stretched, giving Andrew a full, shameless eyeful.
He licked his lips and bit back a moan. I laughed, and he scowled at me. “Hurry up!”
I laughed as I walked into the steamy bathroom. “Did you shower already?” I called out as I relieved myself. It was never easy urinating with an erection.
“Yeah. Hope you don’t mind.”
I washed my hands and my face and walked back into my room. He was still splayed out on the bed, his thick long cock now lying across his hip. It stopped me where I stood.
He smiled. “I figured I’d, you know, get myself ready and cleaned up for you.”
I looked behind me, like I was searching for something. “Have you seen shy Andrew anywhere? I seem to have misplaced him. Sexy Andrew is still here, and demanding Andrew is here, but that shy, blushing Andrew seems to have disappeared.”
He chuckled. “I’m not really shy. Awkward sometimes and easily embarrassed but not shy. If I want something, I will ask for it. Is that okay?”
I knelt on the bed at his feet. “That is more than okay. So tell me what you want.”
“I want you to rim me, then fuck me.”
Jesus Christ. His words set fire to my blood. “Fuck Andrew,” I mumbled, giving my dick a squeeze. “You’ll make me come if you talk like that.”
He smiled like he’d just accepted that as a challenge, but he didn’t say anything. He just casually stroked himself, waiting for instruction.
“Roll over,” I ordered. “Put the pillows under your hips.”
He did, and his perfect arse was perched up and waiting. Fuck. I spread his legs a little wider and knelt between them. I put my hands to his arse cheeks, spreading them, and nuzzled my beard against the sensitive skin around his hole.
He hummed in anticipation, so I let my hot breath wash over his entrance, knowing the different sensations only heightened the experience. He groaned, impatient and wanting. He was so turned on, and he loved being eaten out.
“Mmm, breakfast of champions,” I said.
He laughed into the mattress, and that was when I licked over his hole. His laughter caught, strangled in his throat, overtaken by a sound of unsolicited pleasure. He gripped the sheets and raised his hips. So I spread him a little wider, and slipped my tongue inside him, making him gasp and moan.
The more I did it, the more he wanted, pushing back to meet me, and it wasn’t long until he was thrusting and rutting into the pillows while I fucked his arse with my tongue.
“Spencer, I really need you,” he ground out. His voice was desperate. “Need you inside me. More, need more.”
I found a condom and slicked myself up with lube and added more to his waiting and ready arse. He was still on his stomach, his arse in the air; his breathing was sharp and desperate.