“You need to hurry.”
Gray pulled a bottle of lube and a condom out of the bedside drawer before climbing onto the bed behind me.
“We have time. We’re not going anywhere,” he purred.
He pressed kisses along my shoulder and down my spine. He scooted back and smacked my right ass cheek and then my left before reaching between my spread thighs for my cock.
“Maybe you shouldn’t do that. I’m already close. Just fuck me, Gray.”
“Shh. I will. I want to taste you first. Open up for me.”
I rested my head on the pillow then pulled my ass cheeks open per his instructions, exposing myself completely. It was funny that I didn’t feel slightly vulnerable or awkward. I hadn’t been intimate with many men. I’d certainly fooled around a bit, but I usually insisted on control in bed. I didn’t take orders well, and I usually liked to be on top, but this felt too amazing and my brain had left the scene a while ago. I sighed in blissed-out pleasure and pushed my hips back to meet his talented tongue when Gray bent to lick the sensitive skin around my hole. He teased me mercilessly. He stroked my cock as he worked me over, licking my entrance and then pushing the tip of his tongue inside before repeating the action. Yeah, it was incredible, but it was torture too. And just when I was about to beg, he let go and reached for the lube.
“Want me to turn over?”
“Not yet. Hold on to the headboard. That’s it, baby. How does that feel?” he asked as he pushed a single digit inside.
I shivered in response and rested my head on my forearms when he added a second. He spoke in a low, sweet voice as he finger-fucked me. He licked sweat from my neck and shoulders and praised me for being good. I should have laughed and made a joke of some sort to even the playing ground and not give him too much power over me. But I liked it too damn much. It felt oddly like being taken care of, and something in me responded like a thirsty man getting his first sip of water after a long drought.
“Mmm. I’m getting close.”
“Not yet.” Gray added a third finger, then bit my shoulder and growled in my ear, “Roll over.”
He slipped a condom over his rigid pole as I flipped over. He scooted between my open thighs and bent to suck me. Thankfully, he kept it brief. I was a man on the edge. Literally. He shifted back and lined his cock up with my hole and pushed.
“Oh fuck,” I cried as he made his way inside me, inch by inch.
He held my gaze the whole time, and he didn’t stop until his balls rested on my ass. “You okay?”
“Yeah.”
He smiled sweetly, then pulled out slowly, almost to the tip, before surging forward again. He repeated the maneuver a couple of times. And when I lifted my hips in a silent request for more, he delivered. I hooked my legs around Gray’s waist and pulled him against me, gliding my tongue over his as he moved inside of me. The moderate pace gave way to an urgent one. I broke for air and grunted when he captured my hands above my head and slammed into me, bucking his hips over and over.
“So fucking good,” he whispered, slipping his right hand between our sweat-slicked torsos to grab my dick. “So good. Look at me, baby. Tell me when you’re gonna come. Tell me when you—”
“Fuck me. Now!”
Ropes of cum shot over his wrist and my chest as I fell apart underneath him. Gray didn’t miss a beat. He released my cock and pushed my knees against my stomach and pistoned his hips until his own orgasm claimed him a few seconds later. He braced his weight on the headboard and roared like a wounded animal, trembling in the aftermath.
I laughed when he shook his head as if to clear the cobwebs. He pressed a sweet kiss on my forehead before slowly disengaging. He removed the spent condom and wadded it in tissue, then plucked a few more tissues from the box and swiped at the mess on my stomach.
“All better,” he said, rolling to his side and pulling me along with him so we lay side-by-side.
I closed my eyes for a moment and smiled. “Don’t let this go to your head, but that might be the best thing I’ve ever done.”
Gray’s slow-growing grin warmed me from the inside out. He pushed a stray strand of hair from my eyes and kissed my nose. “Me too.”
I tried to think of a light, throwaway line to dim my ridiculous smile, but nothing came to me. My body was sated and my head was blissfully calm. Gray probably had no idea that he had this effect on me. I could breathe when I was with him, but I was never bored. Weird. He was a puzzle I wanted to put together, a song I wanted to write and listen to over and over. I wanted to collect those puzzle pieces and figure him out.