“I wanted to ask you something,” Grey said.
Anything,I thought but nodded instead.
“We have a concert coming up,” Grey said. “I know you’re probably sick of hearing us play at this point—”
“I could never get tired of that,” I said fervently.
Grey chuckled. “This show is a bit far. It’s a six-hour drive. In Portland.”
“Portland,” I repeated, impressed. “That’s a big deal.”
“It’ll be the biggest show we’ve done. It’s part of a music festival, so we aren’t the only act, but I’m excited.”
“Well, I’d love to go. When is it?”
“April sixth.”
“Consider me there.” I leaned in and kissed him.
After that, all thoughts of conversation died. The feel of his skin against mine was as vibrant as ever as he pulled away for an instant then leaned in. His lips grazed mine again, almost playfully. They were soft at first then grew firm as the kiss deepened.
Grey’s hands wandered down the small of my back and farther. They were light and gentle, going to the waistband of my underwear—the only thing I was wearing at this point. Anticipation built in my chest as my cock began to swell. With deft precision, he stripped the garment off, tossing it to the side. My dick slapped against my stomach as it was freed from the restriction.
I gasped in pleasure as he began to stroke me with his left hand. After the previous night, this already felt familiar—it feltright. As he stroked me, he kissed me again, gently biting my bottom lip. His tongue grazed in the wake of his teeth. His mouth began to stray. First to my neck then up to my ear. I clawed at his back when he got to my ear, my hips rocking forward of their own volition. But he didn’t stay there long. His mouth shifted back to my neck then my collarbone then my chest.
As his mouth traveled lower, my anticipation grew stronger, as if my dick had a mind of its own and craved his lips around it, joining his hand, taking the sensation to a higher level. My brain was already scrambled. I couldn’t think straight. Then—just when I thought I would crumble—Grey’s lips found my cock. Relief spread through me as my body got what I craved.
He’d done this before. In fact, he’d done it for the first time a few hours ago, but this was somehow even more intense. With every shift of his mouth, every stroke of his hand, spikes of white-hot pleasure shot through me. I couldn’t have formed a coherent thought if I tried. I was a useless puddle of goo attached to a hard cock that radiated with bliss as Grey blew me.
Then he pulled away, and a rush of disappointment followed.Why did he do that? Doesn’t he know I need more of him?Always more.
He leaned in to whisper in my ear, “I want you to fuck me.” He said it like a secret, like we were in danger of being overheard.
The statement overwhelmed me. I had to fight off my body’s urge to climax from his voice alone. I throbbed against the hand that still held me. Heat radiated from my skin in waves, combining with the warmth from Grey’s body before rebounding to me.
I nodded. “Please.” It half sounded like a beg.
He smirked, sending another thrill jolting through my cock. It was quickly replaced with a sense of loss as he released me to dig through his pants on the floor next to us. I had no clue what he was doing until he pulled out a small packet. I read the wordsself-lubricantand things clicked in my brain.
“I figured you wouldn’t have any.” His laugh was dry with desire, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he struggled to swallow, gulping hot air down a parched throat.
He was right. I didn’t have any lube. I hadn’t even thought about lube, and given hours of preparation, it probably never would have occurred to me that I would need it. Every sexual encounter I’d ever experienced had been of the self-lubricating variety.
Somehow, Grey’s hands stayed steady as he opened the packet. I was certain I would’ve failed to open it had it been up to me, and then we would’ve had to figure something else out. Thankfully, I had him. Grey skillfully poured the lube into the palm of one hand before applying it to me. Icy, silky smoothness accompanied his touch, which quickly warmed under his hand.
I trembled as he stroked me, covering me from tip to base. If just his hand felt this good, I could only imagine how good it would feel to be inside of him. The thought sent another tremor through my body.
“Are you okay?” Grey asked, his eyes uncertain.
I nodded. My stupid animal brain sluggish with the intensity of his touch.
He smirked again. “Nervous?”
I rolled my eyes, sarcasm bringing me back to reality for a moment. “The opposite. I want you.”
That was all the encouragement it took. Grey straddled me, his lips returning to mine. He held my cock behind him, twisting his hands around it. I ached with desire, and his touch did little to relieve that. I needed him. Needed to be in him. Needed to fuse us together and never break away. Nothing would be close enough, and I wondered if sex with him would even be enough.
Grey touched my tip to his hole, circling it then tracing lines up and down himself. He was teasing me with the promise of more. I needed more. His eyes were smoldering—simmering topaz behind the few strands of hair that had fallen into his face. I wanted to tell him to hurry, to let me inside, but his stare immobilized me.
