Could Grey’s father keep us apart? But we loved each other. Didn’t that mean something? I sighed. We’d eaten our pizza while watching game recaps on ESPN, and after downing a third beer, my head buzzed. I didn’t want to consider the ramifications of his father finding out about us. He was with me now, in the flesh. “Grey.” I leaned in and kissed his cheek.
He swung his head, his gaze meeting mine. “You okay?” He downed his beer.
Pushing him onto his back on the couch, I crawled over him and pressed my lips against his, the tang of beer and pizza flooding my mouth. “Want you.” I flicked my tongue across his lower lip and rolled my swelling cock against his. Was he ready for this or too upset?
Slipping his hands down my back, he tucked them into my jeans, squeezing my ass. With a soft groan, he said, “I missed this.” His brows wrinkled.
“Missed?” What was he talking about? I nipped along his chin and to his neck, sucking on him. If I gave him a mark now, it wouldn’t matter.
He thrust against me and then arched his back. “Fuck…we did nothing last night besides cuddle. I was afraid I’d lost you because of the stupid dates.”
Biting the skin on his neck, I sucked harder and then let him go. “You didn’t lose me. Was I happy seeing you with someone else, even knowing it wasn’t real? Fuck no.” I licked the bite mark. “Never do that again.”
“Okay.” He rolled his hips, his dick twitching against mine through our jeans. “We need to take this into my bedroom before I come in my jeans.”
“Yeah?” Rolling to the side, I ripped his fly open and stuffed my hand into the front of his jeans. As I stroked his hard cock, precum leaked into my palm. He was always so wound up for me. I loved it, lovedhim. Nuzzling his ear, I flicked my tongue against the shell.
He writhed under me with a throaty groan. “Want you to fuck me tonight. Use me.”
As tension pooled in my gut, I nipped his earlobe. “What a fine idea.” For that, we’d have to move into the bedroom. I lifted off him, stood and then stretched my hand to him. “Come on.” My gaze roamed over him—his darkened blue eyes, the disheveled blond hair falling across his forehead, the pink hue blooming across his cheeks. “You are one sexy motherfucker, you know that?”
With a smirk, he grabbed my hand and pulled himself up. “Truthfully? I don’t think I did until we started fooling around.” Clutching my hand, he led me down the hallway and into his bedroom, flicking on the nightstand lamp from the wall switch. “Strip, Thompson.” Biting his lower lip, he dropped his jeans and underwear and then tossed his sweater to the floor.
“Oh, hell yes.” I slipped my jeans and underwear down my legs as I focused on his solid cock, stretching toward his navel. My dick pulsed, and a shock of pleasure spiraled up my spine.
Swiping his tongue around his lips, he dropped to his knees, fisted my root and devoured me in the wet heat of his mouth. As he moaned, the vibration rushed through all my nerve endings.
“Fuck, Grey.” I threaded my fingers into his hair and pulled while rocking my hips, fucking his mouth. “You’re so damn good at this.”
He popped off me and peeked at me with hooded eyelids, his lips red and swollen. “I love making you feel good…babe.” He gave me a lopsided grin and dropped over me again, pumping me with his mouth.
“Oh, fuck.” Emotions swirled inside me. We could finally be free and honest with each other. No more holding back. I pushed him off me and grabbed his shoulders. I needed more of him. “Get on the bed and let me prep you.”
As he stood, I gave a few slow tugs on his dick, swiping precum across the head.
Dropping his mouth open, his brows tensed, and goosebumps rose on his skin. “Anything you want.” He sucked in a deep breath and held it.
“You, I fucking want you.” I shrugged my sweater off and pushed him toward the bed. “Lie down on your back.” I wanted to face him and watch his reaction as I fucked him.
With a swift nod, he did as he was told, lying on the bed with his knees raised.
I crawled onto the bed between his legs, grabbed the lube from the drawer and then fell over him on a straight arm. “Love you, babe.” Yep, I said all those words in one sentence. Who would have predicted this?
His gaze softened, and he brushed his fingers across my heart. “Love you, too.”
After slicking my fingers with lube, I lowered onto an elbow and slipped them in his crack, circling his hole. It clenched around my finger. He’d worn the plug so many times when we’ddone this, I’d hardly ever been able to prep him this way. “You okay?”
“I’m great. It’s different, but it’s you and not some toy.” He nipped at my lower lip, a gasp escaping him. “I wonder if the plug was some odd way for me to keep my distance?”
As I pushed my finger inside him, my cock twitched, brushing against his and throwing a jolt through my system. He was soft and warm. “Maybe, but there’s no distance now, right?” As I stroked his insides, I kissed him through a long moan.
“More, I need more of you.” He hissed and shuddered below me, his cock bobbing off his stomach and spilling a thread of precum.
Slipping a second finger inside him, I rubbed his prostate and planted harsh kisses on his mouth, my tongue tangling with his. Holy hell, I’d never wanted him more than in this moment.
With a whimper, he pulled his knees into his armpits. “Ready. I want to feel this tomorrow.” He sank his teeth into his lower lip.
As a slow grin worked across my mouth, I pulled my fingers from him and nudged my cockhead to his hole. “Open up for me.” I crushed his mouth in searing kisses while gliding slowly inside him, the heat of his body enveloping me in pressure.