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I closed my eyes and parted my lips, leaning in. When our lips touched, he squeezed my ass with an unbearable grip. Luckily, his mouth muffled my moan. My fingertips tangled through his hair, and I ignored the growl he gave when I spent a bit too much time assaulting his bald spot with my thumb.
As our tongues dueled for dominance, Gray’s hands explored me freely for the first time in twenty years. His fingers were like fire against my flesh, leaving trails of heat as they traveled up and down my back.
I was ready for more. I needed more of him, so I lowered my hands to his waist, tapping his hip. He pulled away and stared at me, eyes widening when my palm inadvertently connected with his bulge.
“You just touched my penis,” he said, more from surprise than anything.
I snorted. “Yeah, that’s going to happen. It kind of comes with the territory. You can touch mine.”
He stared awestruck at my dick. Reaching down, he wrapped his fingers around and gave it a squeeze. When I looked into his eyes, he had an idiotic, dreamlike grin plastered across his face.
“I’m touching your penis,” he said with a chuckle. “It’s just right there in my hand.”
I tapped the tip of his nose. “You’re adorable. You know that, right?”
“I try,” he said with a shrug, unable to hide the blush rushing across his cheeks.
I slid his zipper down, and the sound it made was nothing short of obscene. Absolutely filthy, really. Irrefutable evidence of what was about to happen. Leaning forward, I brought my lips to his ear. “Shirt off, baby.”
As he fumbled with the tail of his shirt, I took the opportunity to lower myself to the floor, kneeling in front of him. His shirt got stuck around his neck, making visible the path of hair leading from his to his chest belly button, then further down to the promised land. This was my chance. I’d waited so long for this moment. I wanted to see him again.Neededto see it again.
I slid my hands between the fabric of his jeans and his underwear, tugging the denim down to his ankles. He was wearing a pair of red boxer briefs, and there was an unmistakable patch of wet fabric in the center. God. He was ready for me.
“Beautiful,” I whispered. Jesus. I’d done that to him. I was the reason. The revelation left me drunk and dizzied with pride. I brushed my thumb against the fabric that covered him, kissing my way up and down his shaft. Gray whimpered and grabbed me by the hair, pulling my face up against him. His scent.Jesus.Musky and sweet at the same time. It sent echoes ofGray-Gray-Grayreverberating through me. I kissed it again, nuzzling my cheek against him, like a love-starved kitten. “Gray?”
He touched my cheek, his thumb scraping against my skin. “Yeah, babe?”
“Did you ever think of me when I was gone?”
“You know I did,” he said. “I told you already. Our little dream world, remember?”
I shook my head. “No. I mean at night. Or during the day, I guess? I don’t know. I’m not fully versed in your masturbatory schedule.”
Gray squeaked, his cheeks flushing red for the nine-hundredth time that afternoon.
“Did you think of me when you touched yourself?” I darted my tongue, lapping at the fabric. “Did I make you come?”
“Oh my gosh.” His breathing was shallow, like if he took too much oxygen in, it might ruin the moment. It strained against his underwear, desperate for release. I wrapped my hand around him, gasping when I felt just how thick it was. I hadn’t remembered him having so much girth. It was like a goddamn tree stump.
“Did you fuck me, Gray?”
He whimpered, quickly nodding his head. “Y-yeah. Yeah, Kent.”
“Did I fuck you?”
He rolled his hips, desperate for friction. “Please?” His eyes were half-lidded, his body shivering. Seeing him lose himself at my hand felt like an awakening. This is how it could have been all this time. How it should have been. “Baby, please?”
“What do you need from me? Anything you want, it’s yours.”
He shook his head, his eyes shut tight. “I can’t.”
Of course, he couldn’t. Gray was basically a Disney prince. He couldn’t be expected to tell me he wanted me to suck him off. I couldn’t ask him to dirty himself up like that. Not yet at least.
“Touch it,” I said. “Show me what you did when you thought about fucking me.”
With a shaking hand, he reached beneath his underwear, wrapping his fingers around his shaft. “It was mostly you doing the …”
“Fucking?” I said, licking him through his underwear.
