Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 74968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“What do you need?” Grayson pulled away to ask.
You. That was always going to be my answer from here to eternity. I needed him, all of him, but that wasn’t what he was asking. “More of this is great.”
Ordinarily, I wouldn’t turn down the chance to fuck, but calling today long was a vast understatement. I wasn’t about to call a halt to the proceedings for a shower break, but I was also more than happy to luxuriate in something like frot than get caught up in logistic worries.
Grayson gave me another kiss and an experimental thrust against me, our hard cocks brushing. I hissed out a pleased breath. “Yes.”
“You can come from making out?” His eyebrows knit together. Ah, yes, poor formerly straight man. I chuckled.
“You can’t?” I wriggled against him until he got the idea and moved in time with our kisses. We ground together, ever more urgent, until he made a noise somewhere between arousal and frustration.
Having an idea as to what he needed, I worked a hand between our bodies to grip our cocks together, more points of contact and more friction. I moaned at how damn good his thick length felt against my own.
“Oh.” His moan echoed mine. He adjusted his position so he was more on his knees, giving me more room to stroke us off together as he watched through heated eyes. A dusky flush spread across his face, and his breath came in harsh pants as he laid a hand over mine. “Let me.”
“Gladly.” I let him drive the motion for a few strokes before withdrawing my hand so I could better feel his calloused grip.
“Damn.” His gaze was locked on our cocks sliding through his fist. “That’s so fucking hot.”
“Add lube, and it’s even better.” Chuckling, I pointed at the bedside table. I’d upped his lube game, and he retrieved a bottle of the good stuff, drizzling some over his hand and our cocks.
“Fuck.” We groaned the same curse at the same moment. The lube took an already damn sexy situation to slippery perfection. Much as I wanted to last, my body gathered tension, an orgasmic blizzard already threatening.
“Kiss me,” I demanded, and for once, Gray let me give the orders. He leaned forward for a blistering kiss, thoroughly owning my mouth. We kissed, and he stroked; he stroked, and we kissed. My world tunneled to only those two facts, a whiteout for my senses. Indeed, the storm of the century could’ve whipped through, and I wouldn’t have noticed, let alone cared.
He kept the same steady rhythm of jerking us off together, but even without an increase in tempo, my body danced ever closer to the edge.
“Gray.” I moaned his name, loving how his eyes went wide with pleasure. “I’m close.”
“Wait for me,” he ordered as I’d known he would.
Holding his gaze, I nodded. “Always.”
As with outside in the snow, a moment passed between us. I meant it. I’d wait for him. If he gave me the least bit of encouragement that he might someday be ready, I’d wait and wait and wait because he was worth it. This thing between us was worth waiting for, and we both knew it.
He groaned like the intensity of our connection was too much to hold. I understood the feeling. Arching against him, I sought relief from the big emotions zooming around us. We fell into another soul-deep kiss as he sped up his strokes. Digging my fingers into the muscles of his back, I clutched him tightly like a rodeo buckle was on the line. I clenched my abs and struggled to breathe, trying everything in my power to hold off.
He’d said wait, and wait I would.
“Now.” Blessedly, his usually iron-clad control snapped before I could. He stroked hard and fast, cock sliding against mine, kisses getting sloppy. “Come with me.”
And I did, erupting all over his fist as he did the same, our combined come making everything so much slipperier that my cock released another few spurts at how damn sexy this was. And through it all, Grayson kept kissing me, drinking down my moans and meeting them with his own. He teased us both through the orgasm into aftershocks that left me shuddering in his arms.
Blessedly boneless, I barely stretched as he retrieved a towel and made a halfhearted effort at cleanup. That done, he collapsed next to me and pulled the covers up around us. He gathered me close, and I gave a contented yawn, more than ready for a long winter’s nap.
“You can’t sleep here.” Grayson didn’t release me, but he might as well have, his weary voice cutting through the delicious afterglow to make me tense.
“I’m well aware.”
“I don’t mean right this second,” he protested as I sat up, covers pooling in my lap.
“Might as well have.” I pursed my lips.