Chapter 16

Bill shrugs. “Nonsense. She saw you checking me out—”

“You still my man,” Jamal reminds him. “Ain’t nobody else supposed to be looking but me.”

Resting his head on Jamal’s chest again, Bill sighs. “Yeah, well, she thought you were keeping an eye out to make sure I didn’t see you take anything. You could’ve at least called and let me know you were back.”

“I did!” Jamal protests. “I been calling your fool ass all night.”

Bill groans. “My cell’s in my coat! Damn it!”

With a laugh, Jamal says, “I finally said the hell wit’ it and come down here myself. My mom made me bring my cousin along or I’d’ve just said hey.”

“It’s like that, eh?” Bill asks, though to be honest, he didn’t exactly fill Angie in on their relationship, either.

“Tyrece, he cool.” Jamal shrugs, settling his body snugly against Bill’s. “He just a little quick to blame other people for his problems.”

“I didn’t even stop him,” Bill points out. “I was talking to you.”

Jamal shakes his head and kisses Bill’s temple. “You white. He think that mean you talking to him any time you blame a black guy for shit. Everything’s about color to a guy like Ty.”

“Yeah, well,” Bill says with a sigh, “lucky I didn’t fall for him.”

That sets Jamal snickering. “True dat, my man. Fo’ sho.” Taking a step back, he gives Bill a half-teasing, half-serious look and asks, “Ain’t you s’posed to be friskin’ me or somethin’ here?”

“I know you didn’t take anything,” Bill says. Still, he grins as he rubs his hands up the small of Jamal’s back, then dips them down into Jamal’s sweats. He’s surprised when he feels smooth skin in his palms. “Are you going commando?”

“I got somethin’ on.” Jamal hugs Bill again and sighs as Bill massages his butt. “Man, that feels nice.”

“It’s nothing but bare ass.” Bill runs his hands around Jamal’s hips to cup the bulge in front. He feels silky fabric and frowns. “This isn’t a jock strap.”

In one fluid motion, Jamal drops the sweats to his knees, baring his crotch. “It’s a thong. Only the best for my boys.”

Sure enough, a tiny triangle of bright blue silk is all that hides his genitals from view. The fabric strains against the thick cock crammed behind it—where the edges pouch open, Bill sees dark tufts of curly hair and the hint of shadowy skin. Like magnets, his hands are drawn to the puckered openings. He eases his fingers inside, glancing over veined skin already stiffening under his touch.

Jamal moans as Bill fondles his cock. “You know I don’t have no CD crammed up in there.”

“I should really check,” Bill says with a grin. “Just to be sure…”

“You just want to see my dick.” Jamal grips Bill’s shoulders and thrusts into the hands now wrapped around his length. “Jesus, man.”

Peeling down the blue thong, Bill admits, “I want to do so much more than just seeit.”

The ruddy tip juts out of the silk first, flared and already damp. As Bill pulls the thong lower, he exposes the rest of Jamal’s hard shaft, the thick, black cock standing up from a bed of kinked hair, the heavy tip dipping slightly toward Bill. Jamal’s cock has a downward curve to it Bill finds exciting—when they have sex, that curve allows Jamal to go farther in him than Bill’s ever taken another, touching off sparks of lust deep inside. Below the arched cock, Jamal’s nut sac hangs low, the skin almost buttery to the touch.

Before he can stop himself, Bill slips off the counter to kneel before Jamal and takes the length of cock into his mouth. He loves how pale his hands look splayed against Jamal’s brown-black flesh, how the inches of Jamal’s dick seem to disappear between his lips as he takes Jamal in. He tastes salty and a little bittersweet, and this close his scent is intoxicating, a mix of musk and sweat and something so primal, so raw,it can only belong to one man. Bill wraps his arms around Jamal’s narrow hips and cups one ass cheek in each hand, lifting them, spreading them apart, then pulling them closer to drive Jamal’s dick deeper into him.

God, he wants this so bad.

Above him, Jamal fists his hands in Bill’s short hair and bucks his hips to fuck into the willing mouth around his cock. “Yes,” he sighs, his words slurring together. “Jeez, yes, God, yeah, fuckyeah. Take it, take it all.”

Bill obeys, opening wider to accommodate Jamal’s length. He feels the cock harden between his cheeks, feels the skin tighten as he swirls down along the length, tastes the first dribble of pre-cum in the back of his throat. He wants this, yes, but not onlythis. He wants so much more.