I wish I could enjoy this a little more, tease him for quite some time, but we have a timer hanging over our heads, and I’d rather not have either of Grey’s family members interrupt us. Still, we definitely have time for alittleteasing.
I close my lips around the head of his dick, swiping my tongue over the slit. When I suck, Grey bucks his hips, trying to force himself deeper into my mouth but that’s when I pull my head away.
Our eyes meet; his are filled with lust, a kind of fire that only ever ignites when we’re together. He never even gives me that bad case of horny eyes when we’re jerking off together over the phone.
His breathing comes out ragged, whimpery when I blow some air onto his warm tip before taking his dick deeper into my mouth, licking along his length.
“Luan…” Grey pulls onto my hair, once again shifting his hips to push himself deeper into my mouth. This time, I let him.
His cock hits the very back of my throat causing my eyes to fill with water. I just want to suck him dry, but if I do that, this will be over, and I really don’t want this to be over yet.
So I allow myself a couple more seconds, a few more strokes and licks, a few more seconds of listening to Grey moan and tremble beneath my touch, a few more moments of him fucking my mouth as though it’s the only thing that’s keeping him alive right now.
I cup his balls, add the slightest amount of pressure as I gently massage them, earning myself a raspy “Fuck.”
When I feel his balls tighten in my hand, I remove my mouth from his dick and stand. My own cock throbs with the need to come.
“I hate you,” Grey grits out, groaning at the loss of my mouth around him.
I grin at my boyfriend while I shuck off my pants as well as my underwear. “You absolutely love me.”
Grey shakes his head, but he stops complaining when our lips lock and I push my tongue right back into his mouth. Nothing feels as right as having my mouth pressed to his.
I sit on his lap, thread my hands into his hair while I try not to come with his hands on my ass. It’s rude, really. It takes ages to get Grey off, and I didn’t even allow him to touch me and I’m still so close to coming, it’s embarrassing.
Only when Grey circles a finger around my hole do I realize something. “We don’t have lube.” I know it’s technically possible to do it without lube, but I’d rather not.
Grey chuckles into our next kiss, then lifts me up like I weigh nothing at all before he lies me down on his bed. Hovering over me, Grey kisses my neck, my jaw, then my lips again.
He reaches toward his bedside table, opening the drawer.
“Grey, whatever you have in there, I’m sure it’s been expired foryears.” Especially since he moved out at the age of eighteen.
“Nah, I asked Sun to put some there earlier.”
“WHAT?!” I rip my eyes wide open, feeling my own cheeks flush with embarrassment. There isnoway Grey asked his sister to put lube into his bedside drawer.
He laughs and pulls out a small bottle of lube. “Don’t worry, I bought it and put it here myself. Took a quick detour home when I came to visit the last time.”
Oh… okay. That’s at least a little better.
“Hm, so you planned to fuck me here, huh?” I smirk and wrap my arms around his neck, his chest now pressed flush to mine. “I’m glad I can help you make a dream come true.”
“Oh, shut up.”
“Or else?”
He grinds his cock against mine, rubbing up against me as he guides his lips back to mine to kiss me long and deep. It’s almost long enough to make me forget I asked because all I can focus on is the way his dick feels rubbing against mine, so lazily yet just right. The way his tongue feels when it slides against mine, tasting me.
When we come up for some air, Grey sits back and slicks his fingers up with some lube. “Spread your legs for me, baby.” I do, and he brings his hand down to run his fingers along my crease until he reaches my hole. The cold gel makes me gasp, but not quite as much as the feeling when Grey adds pressure to enter me.
I welcome the burn, but the stroke on my cock Grey uses to distract me from it even more.
Grey pushes his finger in and out of me, slowly at first, then a little faster, adding another finger to stretch me to where he needs me.
When he teases my prostate, a loud moan spills out of me to which Grey, once again, presses his lips to mine in order to silence me.
“You’ve got to keep quiet, baby,” he whispers. “Can you do that for me?”
