Page 101 of Black and Brown

Mirage arched his back and released a holler that hurt his throat.

He gripped Grace’s hair and pressed his mouth closer.

His breath was so warm, his lips soft and wet.

“Oh my God.”

Mirage was glad he was outside. The cool air was helping him breathe.

Grace was sucking his balls as if he were starving and they held sustenance.

“Your mouth feels so damn good,” Mirage groaned.

His eyes rolled behind his lids as he caressed Grace’s cheek, sliding his thumb along his wet bottom lip that was stretched around his shaft. “You’re about to make me come so hard.”

Grace

I’m fuckin’ crazy about you, do you know that?

“Yes,” Mirage groaned as he pushed more lube inside him, never breaking eye contact. “Because I’ve felt that way about you for six years.”

Mirage had Grace on his back on the patio chaise lounge, with one leg hooked around his waist and the other pushed out to the side.

He was exposed to the elements, wrapped in the night like a warm blanket, with his legs spread wide.

When Mirage’s blunt head nudged his hole, chills raced down his spine that had nothing to do with the sixty-two-degree weather.

Mirage had never taken him like this. He’d never looked him in his eyes as he eased into his body, inch by torturous inch.

“Don’t close them. I want to see every emotion you’re feeling.”

Grace had to fight not to slam his eyes shut and break their connection.

He couldn’t stop shaking, his mouth falling open as his body took all Mirage had to give.

After Mirage’s balls were pressed against his ass, Grace released the tension in his muscles and relaxed into the cushions.

Mirage stared through him until he could see into his soul. Unmoving, staying balls-deep, his hard, thick cock throbbing in the same rhythm as Grace’s heart.

He gripped Mirage’s ass and shoved him even deeper inside, controlling his own pleasure.

“Damn, Grace.” Mirage moaned loudly, the sound of his passion carrying on the breeze.

Grace subtly rocked his hips, grinding on Mirage’s cock until his dick started leaking, his orgasm cresting from the slightest motion.

Grace tipped his head back and allowed Mirage to chew on his throat, licking and biting in all the places that made him cry out.

His dick was so hard, trapped between their abdomens, that slight friction causing him to barrel toward the edge of ecstasy.

Mirage’s forehead was creased as if he were in exquisite pain. His silky lips hovered over his, feeding Grace that sexy language he’d perfected into his mouth.

Mirage tucked a stray hair behind Grace’s ear, his gaze tender and locked on him.

“If you only knew what I felt inside for you, it’d scare you.”

Grace shook his head. Never.

“When we’re in battle, you’re my strength, Grace, and your shadow my protection. But when I’m cornered in my darkest moments…your silence is my peace.”