To put the rules and restrictions to rest, to forget about the ache and longing, and live for tomorrow, together and happy.
“I need you inside me, G. Make me yours,” he begs. “Make me whole.”
6
Kai
Something I say turns Grayson feral, his touch morphing from poised and possessive to hungry and animalistic, and I’m here for it.
Any way he wants me, he can have me, because after years of being bereft of his touch, there’s no way I’ll complain about one single iota of affection he sends my way.
“Stand up,” he demands. “I want to see all of you.”
Fingers tuck into the waistband of my briefs, dragging them down my thighs, leaving me completely naked in front of Grayson Hughes for the very first time.
On instinct, I attempt to drop to my knees to please the man I’ve loved for as long as I can remember, but he stops me.
“Not tonight.” He places his palm on my lower stomach, and I stare at how enchanting his untainted skin looks against mine. “I want to worship you tonight.”
With nothing but reverence in his voice, he guides me to sit back on the sofa, positioning me so he has complete access to the lower half of my body. My dick stands hard and long, the crown a shiny, angry, purplish hue.
When Grayson’s mouth covers my cock, my whole body convulses in appreciation.
His tongue dances around the head, licking and sucking on the sensitive tip.
He pops off quickly and gazes up at me with his ice blue eyes. “Fuck my mouth,” he commands. “But don’t you dare come, okay?”
I nod frantically, even though I’m almost ninety-nine percent certain I’ve just agreed to the impossible.
When he’s back on my cock, I waste no time adhering to his request. My hips thrust frantically in his mouth, the heat and suction, coupled with pure disbelief that this is finally happening, is enough to drive a man absolutely wild.
He drops kisses down the length of my shaft, then reaches my balls, sucking and caressing them. His mouth continues to drive me wild while he takes hold of my ass cheeks and spreads me wide.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, in a trance. “So fucking beautiful.”
He nuzzles his face in my balls before licking the length of my taint and tongue-fucking my hole.
I let out a loud anguished cry, his ministrations nothing but the most welcomed torture I have ever endured. I’ve never felt so seen, so wanted, so understood.
Many people will tell you sex isn’t everything, but for Grayson and me sex was the missing link. The last connection we needed to bring us into the here and now, together.
He swaps out his tongue for his fingers, and every nerve ending in my body coils in anticipation. When he grazes my prostate, I instinctively squeeze my dick to stave off my orgasm.
“Fuccck, G. I’m going to come,” I shout. “Please.”
He swats my hand away and continues stoking the fire blazing through my body from the inside.
Grayson drags his fingers out of me and rises to his feet. “You ready for my cock?” He growls, palming the length of his shaft through his dress pants.
“Yes,” I pant. “Please. Yes.”
He rids himself of his clothes, unwrapping himself like a present for me, each layer showing off something better than the one before.
Standing there completely naked, with the tip of his cock swollen and leaking, he’s never looked more like the man that rules my world than he does right now.
He’s large in every sense of the word. His broad chest, his large muscles, and thick thighs; he’s a giant. My giant, and I wanted nothing more than to climb his body and wrap myself around him until my very last breath.
I lie there at his mercy, legs splayed out, while he keeps his eyes on my face and lazily jacks himself off. He was offering me the smallest reprieve, and I was basking in it, wanting to please him, even when he was the one who was figuratively on his knees for me.
His large hands grip the back of my thighs as he turns me on the sofa. He kneels in between my legs, pushing them close to my chest, while he lines us up.
Releasing one of my legs, he grips his shaft and teases my hole, circling the puckered skin with the pre-come and the promise of so much more. I feel myself clenching in anticipation, and a garbled whimper