He let out a disappointed whimper, fighting, I could tell, the urge to beg me to stay, to never leave his body.
We both knew that it would be unfortunately impractical to juggle so many things at once. The best I could do was to be quick about it. I bent down, kissing his inner thigh as my hand dug into the pocket of his cast-off jeans. His leg muscle quivered under my lips.
“Hurry,” he whimpered.
Somehow, I managed to locate my target without looking, and I snatched the lube packet. In a move of unusual deftness on my part, I tore open the seal and applied it one-handed.
I tossed the trash aside and brought my mouth up to his again. We kissed a single, long, passionate kiss. My fingers, dripping with freshly applied lube, returned to where they belonged. Keeping my mouth on his, I opened my eyes, taking in his expressions as I prodded his prostate with my finger.
Why is that such a turn on?With anyone else, I hadn’t given a single fuck how they felt while I was touching them. With Grey, it was like the air I needed to breathe.
“Mo-ore.” He choked out the broken word.
I couldn’t do anything but obey. I removed my fingers and positioned myself to enter him then pushed. Grey gasped and gave a tiny nod, telling me to continue. So I did.
I began slowly, sheathing myself in him. I was still uncertain as to how much time he needed to adjust to me. Then, Grey’s hand was on my ass, and he forced me deeper. A gasp escaped my lips at the sudden movement, and my eyes flew wide as my pelvis met his skin. Still, the pressure from his hand didn’t let up. He forced me deeper still, and something inside him gave way around me.
What the hell was that?It was the most incredible thing I’d felt in my life.
“Ethan, don’t be gentle,” he commanded.
I nodded understanding. Pulling back, I thrust into him again. He sighed, the satisfied sound joining the noise that clanged from the piano with the movement. A hiccupped laugh caught in my throat. Of course Grey would make music even now.
We kept playing our erotic song. Grey’s musical, pleasured moans twisted with the dissonant chords from the piano over the steady, beating rhythm of my thrusts. The wood of the piano case vibrated with our motion, and the occasional scrape of the bench sliding farther away completed the symphony. The entire time, Grey was in control—just like he was whenever musicwas involved. Though he was in the more vulnerable position, he never once stopped guiding me with his hands and eyes and expression, leading me through the music of our fucking. Perhaps, like when he was on stage, this, too, was a performance. One that he wasfucking goodat.
Sweat beaded on my chest and began to fall toward where we were joined. Grey let out a moan, louder than the rest. A shudder ran through his body, the only warning I had before hot white liquid shot out across his stomach.
He came already?
His hands were nowhere near his cock. He was holding onto me and the piano, but somehow he had still come.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” he said when I slowed mid-thrust in my surprise.
I didn’t fucking stop. Somehow, he didn’t get any softer as I continued. Then my orgasm began to build, spreading from the tip of my cock, up to my stomach and out from my chest.
Grey must’ve read it in my face because he grabbed my jaw with one hand, making sure my gaze didn’t leave his for a moment. “Come in me, Ethan.”
Saying my name was all it took for the climax to hit, consuming every cell in my body with fire and ice in quick succession. I threw my head back and choked on my tongue as I gasped for air. Then I realized that Grey had constricted around me again, and I looked down just in time to see a second explosion join the half-dried remnants of the first on his stomach.
Outside of our panting, desperate attempts at catching our breath, the room fell silent. The quiet grew louder the longer it continued, but we didn’t move. It was as if we’d fused together and weren’t quite sure which parts of us belonged to ourselves. Neither of us was quite sure where to begin trying to separate.
Then, Grey broke the spell by laughing. “I think we messed up. This piano is so fucking expensive. I hope we didn’t ruin it.”
Chapter 31
Scandals
Saturday, the band was loading their equipment into the bus they’d rented for the weekend. Dae was meticulously going over the list of everything they needed for the show while Lance and Henry did most of the heavy lifting. But even that was almost done. Grey was waiting for me with two coffees in hand as I approached. He handed me one once I was within arm’s reach.
“Oat milk latte with an extra shot,” he said proudly.
I wanted to roll my eyes teasingly in response. It wasn’t like my order wasthathard to remember. Then again, I realized I didn’t know his order. Damn. I needed to find a way to get him to say it again.
“Thank you,” I said graciously and took a sip. “Uh, shouldn’t you be helping load the van?”
“You’d think so!” Lance called from behind a pile of drums.
“I handled all the equipment on my own for the last five shows,” Grey said unfazed. “This is only fair.”
