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My fingers fucked him once, twice, three—
Gray crushed my wrist with his hand. “Just do it, Kent. Do I have to beg?”
I lined myself up and pressed the tip against him. “I’m going to go slow, but if this hurts, you have to tell me. Pain means pause,” I said. He closed his eyes and let out a soft moan. I bent down, pressing my forehead to his. “Got it?”
He nodded, falling apart in my hands. His legs were shaking, his body trembling under my touch. I lowered myself to his lips, enjoying the warmth of his breath against my face. Waiting for my moment, I studied him like scripture, memorizing every movement like a verse that I could revisit and recite at my leisure. The desire in his half-lidded eyes, the passion coating his exhales, every second was a religious experience in its own right.
“I swear on everything, if you don’t—Oh my God!”
It was surreal. From his bulging eyes to the gasp that left him as I entered. It was like it was happening to someone else. This couldn’t be real.
I was home. That’s what it felt like. With every inch he took, he was welcoming me back. Into his life. Into his heart. I was inside of him, and then I was pushing. Falling farther—deeper—making him mine with every thrust.
My fingers dug into his hips, and I pulled him closer. His head fell back, exposing his neck. I wanted to bend forward and suck on it. To drive my teeth into him, tearing at his flesh until I’d marked his skin. I wanted proof that this had happened. A daily reminder that I’d made him mine. He lifted his hips off the bed, trying to find a better angle. He shifted to the left, then to the right. After a few more thrusts, he let out a sigh. He was getting frustrated, so I decided to help him along.
“Here,” I said, wrapping my arms around his back and pulling him toward me. Without removing myself from him, I held him by the hips as I changed positions, rolling onto my back. He looked down at me like I’d just overhauled the architecture of anal sex. As his hips began to roll, he let out a long, raspy wail that took my breath away. I’d never heard him like that; so full of raw, unfiltered desire. Dirtying himself up for me. “My God, you’re insatiable.” My hands fell to my sides, fisting the blanket underneath us.
He looked like he might lose himself at any moment, so I started pushing harder. I wanted him to come with me still inside of him. I wanted it to stay like this. Always. To watch his face as he lost himself to pleasure, knowing I’d done that to him.
“I don’t know how long I’m going to last,” I admitted. “You’re so fucking tight, Grayson.”
“Close. Kent, I’m—” His hand was on his chest, fingernails digging into his skin. I brushed his hand away from his dick, replacing it with my own, and matched his speed. “Gonna—baby, I can’t—”
“Yeah,” I managed. “I want you to.” I put my hand on his hip for support. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”
His eyes flashed fire as our gazes met. “Make me come. Please, Kent.” He threw his head back, his whine both feminine and animalistic. I leaned up, bringing myself closer. He was almost there. The head was swollen, growing redder by the second. “Oh my gosh,” he whispered, his hips rising and falling faster with each thrust. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna—”
“Come on, baby. I’ve got you. I won’t let go, I swear.”
He rose and fell two more times before finally slamming himself down to my base. He exploded in my hand, sending rope after rope in my direction. He kept riding me, a long string still hanging from the tip. I was almost there.
“So good,” I managed. “Oh my God, Gray, I’m—”
My back arched, and my entire body tensed when I came. Gray leaned down, cupping my cheek as his breaths danced across my skin. He was speaking, but the world was shattering around me and all I could do was close my eyes until it stopped.
The sounds I made weren’t anything to be proud of. They weren’t moans and grunts. They were whimpers and sobs. My cheeks were wet, and I blushed when I realized it wasn’t sweat, just tears. As I rode out the last of those waves, his hands journeyed up and down my arms. When I opened my eyes, he was inches away, trying to soothe me.
“It’s alright. You did so good. You were so good for me.”
“Gray,” I choked out, still unsure why the hell I was crying. I wrapped my arms around his back and pulled him to me. “I’m sorry. I don’t—don’t know why I’m crying.”
He pulled me against him, his lips making trails across my face. “I’m here, Half-pint. I’ve got you.” He held me against his chest until I was able to compose myself, and then we laid that way, me still inside of him, for what felt like hours. After I pulled out, I turned on my side, facing him. We were inches apart, our noses touching.
“You can’t ever change your mind, okay?” I said, my voice cracking. I wasn’t proud of the level of desperation in my voice, but I couldn’t stop myself. “I can’t lose you again. I wouldn’t make it this time. Just don’t take it away. You can’t.”
“Hey. Hey, I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here. I swear to God, I’m never letting you go again. We’re gonna be so happy.” His lips found mine again. The kiss was raw and full of need. Need for his comfort. For his reassurance.
“The rest of our lives, okay? Me and you.”
His hands cupped my face, squeezing so tight that it was almost unbearable. I needed it. Needed to feel the pressure. To feel completely engulfed in his touch. Between his kisses, he spoke words likemineandalwaysandforever,and I fell asleep to the sound of him singing a song that had always been meant just for me.
REASON SIXTEEN
If the church won’t have us, it’s their loss.
Therewerefewsightsthat I cherished more than life itself. The first signs of honeysuckles on the vines. An Amazon Prime package resting delicately on the front porch after a long day at work. Christian Thomas’ trove of edibles on truck day at work. None of those held a candle to Gray Collins’ ass in those dark gray dress slacks of his, though.
“Stay with me,” I pouted, sitting up on Gray’s bed and holding my arms out for him to fall into. “Just this once.”
