Gray's Shadow (Kings of Hell MC 4)

“So... that need you have. To be close to me. Is it because you’re lonely being on your own?” Gray asked, forcing his fingers to uncurl from the dick that felt so fantastic in his hand. With his heart rapidly speeding up, he washed the soap off the hard length and brushed his fingertips over Shadow’s hairy balls as his tongue tickled with the need to taste what was on offer.

Shadow’s impressive chest moved up and down in the water as his breathing got shallower, and the stiff peaks of his nipples were as inviting to touch as the cock. “No, I— There’s no other human I want this way. I’m your shadow, remember? All I want is to be one with you again.”

Gray bit his lip as electricity danced over his skin, jolting him where he was most sensitive. He gasped, rubbing his hand over Shadow’s nipple and pinching it gently. His brain was in tunnel vision mode, pushing him forward as if he’d suddenly realized just how much he missed seeing his dark doppelganger.

“Get up.”

Shadow scrambled to his feet, splashing water to the floor, but there was nothing awkward about the way his chest heaved, or about the wiry lines of his muscle. He towered over Gray like a wild forest god, who demanded worship, and Gray was unable to refuse. Hypnotized by the sheer magnificence of Shadow’s human body, he slid off the stool, kneeling on the wet tiles. The large, damp hand drizzling warm water down Gray’s scalp made him shudder at its touch, but he leaned in, until it spread at the top of his head and pulled him in.

The loss of focus had Gray confused, but for once he wasn’t sure where to look when there were clear droplets glistening all over the expanse of Shadow’s torso and his powerful thighs. One rolled around the rim of his navel, and then slalomed down the hairy slope, all the way between Shadow’s dark pubes.

Gray couldn’t think.

He moved closer, staring at a bead hanging off the tip of Shadow’s cock, his body telling him that if he caught it with his tongue, it would be the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.

Here was someone made for him, someone who wanted only Gray and wouldn’t accept anyone else in his place. Not for sharing, not for one night, not because he was drunk and horny. Shadow was all in, and that had Gray’s skin so hot it could ignite at any minute.

The low, rumbly tone of Shadow’s voice peppered goosebumps down Gray’s back.

“I want to connect us. I want you to see inside me,” Shadow whispered, but the request was a charade that Gray’s overstimulated mind didn’t want to deal with.

Cupping the heavy sac in one hand, he looked up into the intense yet unfocused gaze above. “No. Be still,” he asked, desperate to stay in the moment and avoid thinking of what would follow.

Shadow whimpered and curled his fists, his whole body tensing up. The cock twitched as if it had a mind of its own and already craved to be between Gray’s lips.

It was one of the handsomest dicks Gray had ever held, and he could no longer wait to taste it.

Straight out of the bath, the head had a fresh, mildly soapy aftertaste, but as it drove up his tongue and toward his throat, Gray sensed a hint of saltiness released from the slit at the top. With a guttural moan, he closed his lips around the girth and sucked, seeking more of the deliciously masculine flavor.

Shadow’s thighs trembled, and his fingers rubbed Gray’s damp scalp, tangling with the hair until he was holding Gray still, unwilling to let go of the tight, wet heat pleasuring him. Gray whimpered like a cat, overwhelmed by the weight on his tongue and the way Shadow’s cock throbbed against his palate. He gently played with Shadow’s balls, trying to focus as oxytocin released into his bloodstream and rolled through his sex-starved body, awakening sensations he’d forgotten.

It wasn’t just physical greed for sucking dick, though. Shadow wanted him. He claimed he craved nothing more in his existence than to be close, and Gray had so desperately missed that feeling of being with someone emotionally present. Someone who would be in the moment with him, not fantasizing about a porn scenario or making things unnecessarily complicated.

He bobbed his head, teasing the foreskin with his tongue as he sucked on the thick cock, savoring its clean yet distinctly masculine flavor. The hand holding Gray’s hair twitched when he pulled back up and tightened his lips just below the cockhead, but Shadow wasn’t trying to force his dick deeper than Gray might have liked, or take control of the situation. And while Gray might have sworn he didn’t want closeness with Shadow, he not only pushed against the warm fingers but also blindly found Shadow’s other hand and put it on his shoulders, craving touch and connection. He’d fought so hard, for so long, keeping himself safe behind a wall, always in control, but now he was desperate to let go, even if just for a few minutes.