“You didn’t ask if I’m clean.”
“Are you?”
“Yes.” He nods. “I get tested regularly. But that’s not the point. You shouldn’t be so careless with your safety.”
I don’t tell him the real reason. That I know this is the only chance I’ll have with him. That after tonight, we’ll have to go back to pretending there’s nothing between us. That I’ll have to watch him work for my father and probably fuck other people who aren’t me. That I want this one memory to be perfect. Nothing between us, nothing holding us back.
Gray climbs back onto the bed, lube in hand, his expression shifting back to that dominant intensity that makes my cock throb. “Put your heels on the bed. Closer to your ass. Spread your legs wider.”
I obey instantly, pulling my knees up and out, exposing myself completely to his gaze. I should feel embarrassed, but all I feel is desperate need.
Gray uncaps the lube and, instead of coating his fingers first, he holds it directly over my hole. The cold liquid drips onto me, making me gasp and jerk. He watches the lube trickle down my crack with undisguised hunger, his free hand returning to his cock, stroking slowly.
“Look at that pretty hole,” he murmurs, dropping the bottle onto the mattress and reaching down to massage the lube into my entrance. “So pink and tight.”
I blush furiously, my cock jumping against my stomach, leaking precum onto my abs. No one’s ever talked to me like this. No one’s ever looked at me the way Gray is looking at me now. Like I’m something precious and filthy all at once.
“This is going to be intense,” he says, pressing just the tip of one thick finger against my hole. “Breathe for me and relax.”
I try to do as he says, but when his finger breaches me, I can’t help tensing up. It’s bigger than my own finger, the intrusion foreign and overwhelming.
“There you go. You’re doing so well for me.”
His praise washes over me, and I find myself relaxing, wanting more of his approval. His finger slides deeper, the burn fading into a strange fullness that’s not quite pleasure yet, but not pain either.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Gray mutters, working his finger in and out, gradually going deeper. “We need to open you up more. I don’t want to hurt you.”
The reality of what we’re about to do hits me. Gray is huge, much bigger than the two fingers I managed on my own. For the first time, I worry that I won’t be able to take him, that this is a physical impossibility. But then his finger curls inside me, brushing against something that makes white-hot pleasure shoot up my spine.
“Fuck!” My back arches off the bed, my bound hands flying up over my head as I writhe.
Gray’s lips curve. “There we go.”
Before I can recover, he’s adding more lube, then pressing a second thick finger alongside the first. The stretch burns again, but now I know what’s coming. I force myself to breathe, focusing on Gray’s face.
“Easy,” he murmurs as his fingers slide deeper. “You’re doing well. Better than I expected.”
I’m getting used to the feeling faster now, my body adapting to the intrusion. When Gray scissors his fingers, stretching me further, I moan, my hips shifting restlessly.
“More,” I plead. “Please, Gray. Another.”
“So greedy,” he says, but he’s already reaching for the lube again. “You sure you can handle it?”
“Yes,” I hiss, impatient now. “I want more.”
Gray adds a third finger, and the stretch is intense. I hiss through clenched teeth, my body instinctively trying to pull away from the intrusion. Gray’s other hand comes to rest on my hip, holding me in place.
“Breathe,” he commands. “Look at me, Wyatt. Focus on me.”
I do as he says, latching onto his steel-blue eyes like a lifeline. He holds my gaze as he works his fingers deeper, the discomfort gradually giving way to pleasure again. I’m writhing now, fucking myself on his fingers, chasing that spot inside me that makes everything go white.
“Please,” I moan, not even sure what I’m asking for anymore. “Please, Gray.”
“Tell me what you need,” Gray says, his voice dropping into that command tone that makes my insides liquefy.
“Your cock,” I gasp, arching my back and lifting my hips. “I want your cock inside me. Please.”
Something snaps in his expression, the last of his restraint giving way. He withdraws his fingers, making me whimper at the loss, then reaches for the lube again. He coats his length generously, his eyes never leaving mine.
