Sundae's Best (Briar County 2)

“You got me feeling things I never thought I’d feel.” Grady leaned forward and kissed him, then knelt on the bed. He picked up the bottle of lube, opened it, slicked his fingers, and reached behind himself. “I’ll get myself opened up for you.”

Deacon nodded, then sat up and watched as Grady pushed one finger inside himself, before letting a second join in. His hole was so small, so tight, with wisps of dark hair around it. Deacon reached out, cupped his ass, spread his cheeks apart, his eyes riveted as a third finger stretched him.

Deacon should be doing this. He should be taking care of Grady, pleasuring him, getting Grady ready for his cock. Jesus. He froze for a second, those words hitting home. He was about to fuck a man for the first time…he was about to fuck someone at all.

“Let me,” he said.

That easily, Grady pulled his fingers free, bent over for him, his tight ass there and waiting. It meant a lot to him that Grady didn’t question him, that he trusted Deacon enough to make his own decisions and knew he wouldn’t have said it if he didn’t want to do it.

Deacon slicked up the fingers on his right hand, his left rubbing the curve of Grady’s ass. “I’ve never…” He and Patricia hadn’t.

“I know. We’ll work through it together. You just play around back there, and I promise, as long as you don’t just go shoving something big in quick, I’m gonna like it.”

Deacon chuckled. He loved that Grady could make him do that in a situation like this. “Okay.” He started by circling a finger against his rim. Grady breathed out, his pucker tightening, then loosening. “Christ, you’re so damn sexy. I’ve spent my whole life noticing beautiful people just like anyone else, though I’m pretty sure they were all women. But I’ve never wanted them, never craved them, never felt so goddamned hungry for them the way I do for you.” It was wild to even admit, to say those words out loud.

“And her,” Grady replied. “It’s okay. You don’t have to pretend she didn’t exist.”

Yes. Grady and Patricia, but… “But she’s gone and you’re here, and I’m glad you are.” That was painful to confess. It wasn’t as if he wanted her to be dead, and things between them would have never changed if she hadn’t died, but she had. She was gone, and he had Grady, and he was so thankful for that.

He pushed the tip of his finger inside Grady’s body, felt how tight he was, watched the digit disappear before Grady said, “You can start with two.”

Deacon nodded, pushed a second inside, fucked it in and out of Grady’s body, his gaze riveted on how he took Deacon’s fingers and the little sounds he made, the way his breath rushed out, the moans, each noise going straight to Deacon’s cock, making it throb and harden further.

“If you crook your finger down some, you’ll find my prostate. Feels so damn good to have it rubbed. Need to be careful not to make me shoot off too early, but it’s good to know where it is.” He looked at Deacon over his shoulder. “In case you ever want to play around with yourself too.”

His pulse stuttered but then evened out. “Maybe.” He winked. He wasn’t saying no, but he wasn’t saying yes either. Right now, he just wanted to enjoy his time with Grady.

Deacon tried it out, massaging the spot he found inside him, and Grady damn near jolted off the bed. “Fuck yes…right there. So good.” He liked being good for Grady, wanted to find each and every way he could pleasure him and make him smile.

Deacon took in his body language, alternated between fucking him with his fingers and rubbing his prostate. When Grady’s muscles tightened, his strong hands fisting in the blanket, he added a third finger, his dick leaking and aching for its turn.

“Gimme your cock, Deke,” Grady said as if he could read Deacon’s mind.

“Yeah, okay. Yeah.” He felt like an idiot, a damn newbie who was so excited he’d likely blow his load the second he was in Grady’s ass.

He suited and lubed up, then pushed up onto his knees, his dick at Grady’s hole.

He was shaking.

Fuck, his whole damn body was trembling.

“It’s okay, Deke. It’s just us. Just you and me.” And that…helped. This was them. This was Grady. “Here, I got a better idea.” Grady turned over and lay down, with his head on the pillows. He spread his legs wide and tugged Deacon down. “Come ’ere. Kiss me while you fuck me. There’s nothing like kissing you.”

They’d done a whole lot of it over the past few weeks. Deacon loved it too. He did as Grady said, lying over him, and fused their mouths together. He didn’t know if he’d ever get enough of this, of tasting him, of his tongue in Grady’s mouth and the feel of a hard, muscular body holding him.