donât want to watch men running around in kilts,â he grumbles, shoveling a mouthful of spaghetti. I grin to myself and keep watching. There is no way Iâm going to change the channel just because of his aversion to kilts, especially when they are one of the many reasons I love this show.
âItâs actually the best show,â I say, putting my bowl down on the coffee table. âDo you want to play some board games with me later tonight?â
âNot really.â
âWhy?â
âBecause I donât want to?â
âWhy?â
âBecause I said so.â
âMature,â I grumble. âNot like you have anything better to do.â
âMaybe Iâll watch some decent TV.â
I tighten my lips.
âWhy are you so grumpy? Sexually frustrated?â I mock.
âNope,â he replies, his tone staying the same. âJust made myself come in the shower, actually.â
That takes me back a little, but I recover quickly. âNot as good as the real thing.â
âNope,â he repeats, looking straight head. âBut comes with less complications.â He puts his now-empty bowl down on the table next to mine.
The man has an answer for every damn thing. âThatâs true. I was doing the same thing before that spider interrupted me.â
That gets his attention. âYou were touching yourself when the spider ran over your foot?â
I nod, satisfaction filling me as his eyes widen.
âSo you didnât get to come?â
I shake my head. âThe spider was kind of a mood killer.â
âNo spiders around here now,â he comments, raking his gaze over me. âAnd Iâm here to assist.â
âI donât know why you bother,â I say, studying him. âYouâre trying not to fuck me as much as Iâm trying not to fuck you. You think your sexual innuendos and blunt words will work as a barrier against me, pushing me back, but it wonât. Why the need to try and put distance between us, Vinnie? Worried youâll give in to temptation?â
âArenât you?â he asks, licking his lips. âDonât you wonder how good I can make you feel? How loud I can make you scream? How many times I can make you come with just my mouth?â
I had wondered all those things, as a matter of factâthat and more, but hearing the words on his lips has my teeth sinking into my bottom lip. Weâre both playing with fire right now, pushing each other, and no matter how much I try to deny it, I know itâs only a matter of time before one of us breaks.
âHave you thought about what I taste like? Whether Iâm loud or quiet?â I reply, avoiding answering his question.
âShayââ
âIâm loud,â I tell him, being bold. âAnd my nipples are really fucking sensitive. If you play with them, Iâll get wet just from that.â
He freezes and sucks in a sharp breath. I look down and notice that I can see his cock stretching the material of his graytrack pants. The rigid outline available for me to see, I groan as I see the size and width of him.
âLike what you see?â he asks in a deep, low voice.
I started this, but now I donât know what to do. One move, one word could end with both of us naked, him inside me. We canât take it back. No one has to know though, itâs not like Iâm going to tell anyone.
âOf course I do,â I admit, inhaling deeply. âFuck, Vinnie. What are we doing here? I donât want us to have any regrets.â
âI know,â he says, running his hand over his bald head. âFuck!â He stands, and all I can do is stare at his cock. Seriously, I hope he doesnât wear those track pants out of the house. Itâs like womenâs yoga pants, there isnât much left to the imagination.
âIâm trying to be good here, Shay, but fuck, with you staring at my dick like that,