He grabbed my arm, straightening me so I could look directly at him. “I couldn’t wait to get you alone.” The heat in his words lashed across my face. My ears were so warm, they felt like they’d been lit on fire. “I thought I’d be able to make it back to my apartment, but…”
I could barely form a sentence through the waves of electricity radiating from where his hand held me. “I mean, wearealone.”
Grey’s face split into a grin, then his lips came crashing down onto mine. We’d kissed a million times before, but something was different about this one. Gone was all the sweetness that had permeated our previous attempts. It had been burned away by something base, something more carnal. We desperately needed each other more than we ever had before. I hadn’t even known that was possible until now.
Our lips warred with each other, his pushing into mine as if trying to secure some sort of dominance only to accept defeat as mine took up the fight. I grabbed him by his narrow waist, pushing him back until we found something solid to stop us—the grand piano, I realized distantly. It had been in the middle of the room.
I didn’t have long to think about it. Our hands were busy clawing at each other’s clothing. Shirts went flying to the ground, then we were fumbling with our belts and the zippers on our pants. The jeans fell away, and Grey kicked off his shoes, one of them flying into the kick drum in the corner of the room. He fell back onto the piano keys, half a dozen sharp notes playing all at once. Grinning into our kiss, I removed my shoes with much less fanfare and stepped out of my pants.
I considered for a moment the absurdity of us stripping down in the middle of the studio. The knowledge of danger was very real. Someone could walk in at any moment. Dae could have forgotten something. A stranger could want to use the space. The idea of discovery somehow made me want Grey even more desperately with him in his black briefs and his soft skin pressing into the ivory piano keys.
I bore down on top of him—desire consuming all else. An unholy chord sounded as my weight joined Grey’s, and hisperfect ass pressed against the keyboard. I bit his lip, hand wrapping around the small of his back, pulling his body into mine. His chest heaved into mine, our navels meeting. Our cocks pressed hard into the other’s skin.
My mouth moved from his lips, tracing lightly across his jawline. His stubble sent shockwaves through my nervous system before I moved to his neck—my favorite spot to kiss. Grey’s head rolled to the side, exposing more of the pale, velvety skin for me to claim.
“Ethan,” he whispered.
I could feel my name vibrating through his neck and into my lips as much as I could hear it. A fresh jolt of energy hit me.
“Ethan,” he said again. “I need you inside me.”
I pulled back for a second. “Are you sure?”
His eyes simmered as they pleaded with me. “Yes. Put your fingers in me.” When I hesitated, he continued. “Please, Ethan.”
He would keep begging. I knew he would. The thought of it enticed me, causing my cock to throb, but I wasn’t sure I could do it. I never had—not in a public, or semipublic, place. My fingers went to his mouth to quiet the words that I knew hung behind his lips. They parted around my fingers, taking the first two in. He twirled his tongue around them, sucking on them, never breaking eye contact with me. Desire was written in his eyes, the need for me to enter him.
I knew at that moment I would give him whatever he wanted.
My fingers withdrew from his mouth, wet and covered in Grey. My hand traced down his spine as if pulled by an invisible force until it slid between his skin and underwear. I found his entrance easily after that, like it was calling to me even if I couldn’t see it. My middle finger gently pushed against his opening, testing the waters. Grey’s body squirmed in response as he tried to pull my finger in. The piano gave a few notes of protest.
We didn’t pay attention to it. My finger entered him, and his body accepted it hungrily. I prodded deeper and deeper, enjoying the sensation of his walls moving around me. In some ways, it was a more intense sensation than fucking him. I was discovering every secret inch of Grey, feeling him expand and contract with every movement. Then I found a spot, a firm, round shape that made the breath catch in his throat.
“More,” Grey begged. “Please, Ethan.”
I briefly pulled out my finger to send a second one in with it. Grey moaned into my shoulder. We fell back, and his hand flew out to brace us, landing on the keys of the piano. The bass notes sounded as I plunged my fingers deeper into him, up to my second knuckle.
Grey’s head lolled back as he took my second finger. “Right there,” he groaned as I hit that firm mound inside of him that I realized could only be his prostate. His breaths came thickly, sticking in his throat.
I pulled my torso away from him, marveling at the position I found myself in—the power I held over Grey. His muscles stood in sharp relief against the harsh shadows cast from the studio lights overhead. His body strained, twisting in pursuit of the pleasure caused by my hand. It was surreal to know how much control my two fingers had over him. He was splayed out on the keyboard of the piano, fingers twitching as his arm shook in a desperate attempt to hold him up. He lifted one leg, bracing on the piano bench that we’d kicked next to us.
My right hand pushed into him while my left wrapped around his shoulder. My thumb stroked the lines on his neck. His eyes opened to meet mine, and the dynamic shifted. Whatever command I’d thought I held was completely an illusion. He might be taking me, but the power was entirely in his hands.
“Ethan.” God, hearing him say my name would never get old, especially if he kept doing it like that. It was as if he were driving home my realization. “Ethan, I need you to fuck me.” It wasn’t a request. He said it the way that a hospital patient would demand relief from pain—or an addict might beg for a fix.
“Here?” I asked, knowing how absurd it was to ask that since we were completely naked in the middle of the room.
“Please,” he breathed, as if he were giving me a choice. “Don’t make me wait.”
It was impossible to argue with that. Especially when I was already inside of him and my dick was throbbing painfully, stretching my underwear to its absolute limits. With some effort to shift the fabric around my cock, I dropped my underwear to join the pants already around my ankles.
“Do you have any—”
“Left pocket of my jeans,” Grey said.
I’d never seen him this way. His face was pink, a flush that started around the curve of his neck and climbed up and over his cheeks to his ears. He was practically squirming out of his skin as he repositioned himself on my fingers.
I had to kiss him—a quick, sweet kiss. “Be right back,” I said, retrieving my fingers.
