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“Why do you think?”
“You’re going to …” His throat worked again, that beautiful little bulb moving up and down. God. Before that moment, I didn’t know Adam’s apples had their own branch of the fetish tree, but I was ready to rest on that slutty little limb for the rest of my life.
“You know what I’m going to do, baby.” Oh, shit. There it went again. I couldn’t help myself. I leaned in and sucked the knob in the center of his throat, tickling him with my tongue. Once my thirst for forbidden fruit was quenched, I pulled away and smiled at him. “Say it.”
“Say what?”
“What I’m about to do to you.” Heat scorched his cheeks. I’d done that. Fuck. “Say it, Gray.”
“You’re going to make love to me?”
“Oh, I’m going to do a lot more than that.” I reached behind him, running my finger up and down his crack. “Say it.”
“You’re gonna sleep with me,” he rasped, his body shaking against mine.
“I’m going to fuck you, Grayson. Right here in my childhood bed,” I said. He whimpered. He actually whimpered. “You want that, Two-liter? You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, please,” he whispered. “I want that, Kent. I’ve wanted it for so long.”
“You used to think about it, didn’t you? When you touched yourself.” Jesus, he was shaking like a fucking leaf.
“Every night,” he breathed. “Every night in bed. It was always you, Kent. It’s only ever been you. I’ve always been yours, I promise.”
“Grayson,” I said, trying to keep my composure after that admission. When my voice cracked with emotion, I realized I’d lost that battle. I ran my fingers through the fur on his chest, inching lower and lower until they nestled them in his pubes. “Say it, and it’s yours. It’s just us right now, no one else can hear you.”
“I can’t. You know it makes me nervous to talk like that.”
“What do you want me to do? Just tell me.”
He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his arms looping around my shoulders. “Fuck me. Will you fuck me, Kent?” he said, his nails digging into my skin as they slid down my back. When he reached my hips, he pulled me toward him, taking my hand and guiding it to his ass. “I’ve dreamt about this. About us. Touch me, baby. I need it.” His lips pressed against my neck, and he sucked my skin like he was trying to suck any residual resistance out of me. Lucky for him, it was already long gone. I pulled away and watched him as he rolled his hips against nothing. A whine seeped out of him, almost like steam escaping a boiling kettle. “Kent, come on. You’re doing this on purpose.”
I snickered, bending down and kissing his nipple. “Going to make you feel so good.” My lips trailed lower, making their way down his chest, past his abdomen. I glanced up when I reached his dick. “Condoms are in the drawer,” I said, nudging my head in its direction.
He shook his head. “You said you get tested. I don’t want anything between us. Just me and you, Half-pint. Like last time.”
“You’re sure?”
“I trust you. With my heart. With my life.” He stared up at the ceiling and smiled. “With my eternal soul.”
I nodded, trying my best to hold back my tears. My heart slammed in my chest because the weight of those words was almost enough to take me under. “You can. Trust me, I mean.”
“I know. I know that I can.”
Every touch. Every single stolen glance that got us here. I blessed them. I cherished them. I’d gotten him back. Gray Collins had given himself to me willingly. Before leaving Atlanta, I never could have imagined having this again. For the second time in my life, I’d lost everything, and there he was, waiting to give me the world. I reached for the bottle of lube, popping the cap open with my thumb and liberally coating my hand. Once my fingers were slick, I slid them between, tracing my fingers up and down his crack.
“So fucking beautiful, Gray.” As much as I wanted to ride this out—to see how far I could push him until he hit his limit—he was already so close to breaking that I could hear him cracking under the weight of my touch. I pressed into him, my finger slipping in, right down to the knuckle. He let out a whimper, tightening around me like quicksand. He was swallowing me whole. “Love you,” I whispered, leaning in until our lips touched.
My finger worked him open, sliding and stretching as I explored his mouth with my tongue. I pried my lips away, enjoying the needy whimpers that escaped him once I was gone. Staring down, I watched as my finger disappeared into him. He was rolling his hips frantically, like he was trying to make up for lost time.
“I can’t believe I’m inside of you. I’m in you, baby. Can you feel me?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I feel it. Feel you. Oh my gosh, it’s …”
“Is it okay?”
His eyes blew wide and his head bobbed up and down at a frenzied pace. “So okay. So, so, so okay.” He looked up at me and grinned, gasping and gulping for air as I slid another finger inside of him. The speed of his movement as he reached for my face and pulled me back to his mouth left me feeling drunk. He kissed me with an intensity that was almost unbearable.
I pulled back, panting against his face “I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. Are you ready?”
