He stares at me with hooded eyes, then licks his lips. An uncontrollable shiver slices through me. It’s thrilling and new.
When he dips his head between my legs and parts my swollen lips with his tongue, I fist the sheet in my hands, and pray hedoesn’t stop. My breath comes fast and shallow as his tongue swirls and sucks, stroking the knot of nerves that brings my entire body to a crescendo.
I arch my back as he grips my thighs, his tongue and lips moving faster, deeper. I choke on a sharp cry as a burst of pleasure breaks through the barrier. My body floods with sensations too complex to catalog. My brain buzzes. My fingers tingle. My sex thrums. He draws wave after wave of pleasure from me until I’m drained, and my bones feel like noodles.
It takes a beat to catch my breath. When I do, Grey’s staring up at me with the goofiest, sexiest grin I’ve ever seen.
Grey
I’ve imagined this a thousand different ways over the years, and every version falls short of the reality. Kari reacts to me in ways that hit deep—soft sounds, small movements, the way her body arches without thinking. Every response feels like a gift I don’t take lightly.
I climb over her, settling my hips between her legs. She’s primed, ready for me, but I need more than a physical connection. My heart pounds so hard I swear it’s shaking my rips loose.
I try to slow down. To stay present. To not rush something I want to savor.
“I’ve wanted this so long,” I say.
When her hands slide over my skin, something hot and fierce curls low in my stomach. I swallow hard, pressing my forehead to hers for a second, grounding myself.
“You okay?” I murmur, because I’ll ask every time if I have to.
She smiles—soft, breathless. “Yeah.”
That smile wrecks me.
She drags her hands down my back, barely grazing my skin with her fingertips. The sweat dotted along my lower back cools, causing me to shiver. But when she wriggles her hand between our bodies and cradles my cock in her palm, everything inside me turns to pure fire.
Her eyes lock to mine as she circles the crown, smearing the slick precum with her thumb. My balls tighten and my cock stiffens to the point of pain. I need inside her, to feel her heat and throbbing around me.
I rise enough to give her room to position me at her center. She bites her lip and I ease inside her slick folds. She closes her eyes and arches her back as I thrust deeper. Each time a tiny purring noise escapes her pouty lips, and it’s sheer torture.
We find a rhythm, countering each other with a give and take motion that’s dizzying and hypnotic. Kari moves with me, my heart pounding so hard I swear it’s shaking my ribs loose.
We move together more easily now, the initial nerves burning off as heat takes over. The room grows warmer. My skin slicks with sweat. Time blurs. There’s very little talking—just our breath, the sound of our bodies coming together, and instinct that feels like we’ve done this a million times.
It doesn’t take long to lose all control. Her breathing comes faster. My heart pounds like a freight train speeding down the tracks. Sweat clings to my scalp, and a tingling buzz builds from the deepest part of my soul to my extremities. When she comes, she comes hard. Her slick walls tighten around my cock, until I’m rutting against her, groaning her name with my release.
I realize, somewhere between one breath and the next, that this changes everything.
Not just because of sex. But because we’ve chosen each other. For the first time, we’re completely honest with each other.
From now on, there’s no more hiding.
11
Grey
Kari snuggles into me, tucking herself into my side under the covers. Her head rests on my chest as she traces shapes over my chest. The room smells faintly of sex, sweat, and a sweetness I can only attribute to how fucking lucky I am. My fingers trail slowly through her hair, following the same path over and over. As much as I want to stay in the moment, my conscience fights me every step of the way.
She hums softly every time I press a kiss into her hair or her temple, half-asleep and boneless. It makes my chest ache with contentment I’ve never experienced before. The kind of quiet that settles under the weight of importance.
I’ve never been good at stillness. My brain usually runs laps even when my body’s worn out. But right now, all I want to do is stay exactly like this.
And yet, I can’t. Not when a knot tightens in my chest like a vise.
My Fans page hums in the background of my life like a lifeline I need—and resent. If Kari stumbled across it withoutcontext… if she thought I was out there performing for anyone who’d pay money…
I’m not doing anything wrong. I know that. I’m not cheating. I’m not lying to her face. But there’s a difference between being innocent and lying by omission, and right now it feels like I’m holding something back.
