He looks up, meeting my eyes, and nods once without removing his mouth from my cock. I come with a shout, pleasure crashing over me in waves that seem endless. Gray swallows everything, working me through it, not pulling off until I collapse back against the mattress.
When I finally open my eyes, he’s hovering above me, his naked body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. And I’m still hard. Even after coming down his throat, my cock refuses to get the memo that we’re done. He notices too, his hand lazily stroking his own thick length as his eyes devour me like I’m his last meal on earth.
“Look at you. Still ready to go after that.”
I nod, mesmerized by the slow, methodical way he’s touching himself. His cock is intimidating—thick, veined, the head flushed dark. My bound wrists rest on my chest, the silk of his tie a reminder of who’s in control.
“I can see those wheels turning.” Gray’s lips curve slightly. “Ask for what you want, Wyatt.”
“I want you,” I finally manage.
Gray’s rhythm falters, just for a second. “You had me. You just came down my throat.”
I gather my courage. “I want you inside me.”
His hand stills on his cock. “Absolutely not.”
“Why not?” I shift, spreading my legs wider in invitation.
“I’m too big for you.” His jaw clenches. “And you’ve never done this before.”
I look away. “No. But I want to. With you.”
He shakes his head, resuming his slow strokes. “I won’t hurt you like that.”
“Please,” I say, the word falling from my lips before I can stop it. “Gray, please.”
“Fuck,” he mutters, his grip tightening on his cock. “Don’t beg. I can’t—I won’t—”
“After the sauna,” I blurt out, my face heating. “I tried it.”
His hand stills again. “Tried what?”
I can’t look at him as I confess. “Fingering myself. Opening myself up. Thinking about you. About… your cock inside me.”
“Jesus Christ.” The curse rips from him like it’s been torn out. I chance a look at his face and see his control crumbling, his walls beginning to crack. “You can’t just say shit like that.”
“Why not? It’s true.”
Gray’s eyes darken, pupils blown wide. I’ve never felt more powerful in my life, watching this mountain of discipline and self-control come undone because of me.
“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he says, but his resolve is weakening. I can hear it in his voice.
“I do. I want this.”
His free hand comes up to trace my jawline, then slides down to grip my throat. The pressure is barely there, just enough to remind me who’s in command. “Lube?”
My breath catches. “Top drawer of the dresser.”
Gray releases me and moves off the bed with that fluid grace that makes my stomach flip. I watch as he rummages through my drawer, finding the half-empty bottle of lube I’ve been using while thinking of him and a string of condoms.
“These won’t fit,” he says matter-of-factly.
“We don’t need them,” I hear myself say.
Gray stops at the edge of the bed. “That’s irresponsible.”
“I got tested after I found out about Alyssa.” I hold his gaze. “I’m clean. I want to feel you. Just you.”
