“Not prickly at all,” Simon agreed once he’d caught his breath. He traced his hand over Gray’s face again and shivered at the sensation of those short hairs against the calloused skin of his fingers.
Gray let out a quiet gasp, letting his head fall back and his eyes drift shut. He reached out, found Simon’s sides, and pulled him a step closer. “Fuck,” he groaned, “that feels so good.”
Simon’s eyes drifted to Gray’s throat, where his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. It was the forbidden fruit, and Simon couldn’t resist taking a bite. He kissed it first, then licked and nibbled over that little nub as Gray pulled him closer until they were fully against each other.
He continued to explore Gray’s neck, his stubble rough against Simon’s lips. Simon didn’t care; he just enjoyed the taste of him. Gray moved his hand up to Simon’s neck, holding him in place for a moment before pulling him away.
“Come into my office with me?”
Simon nodded, and Gray took his hand and led him into the other room. Once the door closed behind them, he pulled Simon close again. “I’ve been wanting to do this since last week,” he said.
Simon didn’t have time to breathe before Gray’s mouth was on his, demanding Simon open to his questing lips and tongue. Simon trembled, and he grabbed hold of Gray’s arms for balance. Gray guided him against the door, the solid wood at Simon’s back giving him the extra support he needed. Simon broke away, gasping for needed air.
Gray attacked his neck, his beard rubbing against the sensitive skin, while Simon shivered and arched into the touch. Simon lifted his hands to hold Gray’s head in place—there, at that spot that sent chills down his spine—and all his blood rushed to his now throbbing cock.
He arched his hips and pushed into Gray. Gray pushed back, his own dick hard and hot. He groaned against Simon’s neck at the contact, and the sound vibrated through Simon’s body.
Simon gasped, then grabbed Gray’s shirt and pulled it up, revealing his lightly furred chest. He rubbed against it, wanting to feelthe sensation against his skin. Seeming to sense his need, Gray pulled Simon’s T-shirt up and off before crushing them together again. They kissed again, pressing their lips together, as Gray spun him around and moved Simon farther into the office.
Gray helped Simon down to the floor, onto a wool rug that teased the skin of his back. He raised up, pulled his own shirt off, and then lowered himself onto Simon. Their next kiss was slower, gentler, but had more heat than Simon could process.
His body was going up in flames, and he spread his legs to allow Gray to settle more deeply into the cradle of his hips. Gray broke away and traced his hand down Simon’s body to the waistband of his pajama pants. “Can I?” he asked, his voice a husky whisper.
“Please,” Simon said, “touch me.”
Gray pulled the pants down to Simon’s thighs, taking his boxer briefs with them. The cool air against his erection made Simon groan. Gray didn’t leave it uncovered for long. He wrapped his big hand around Simon’s length and stroked. Simon was sure his expression must be guiding Gray, his face showing when Gray had the right tightness, the perfect rhythm.
Simon reached for Gray’s head, curling up so he could grab him and pull them back together. Gray continued his motion, but only kissed Simon briefly before beginning to explore his neck and chest. He paused at each pink nipple, sucking them into his mouth and licking around them until they were firm peaks.
He moved farther down Simon’s body, giving each muscle on his chest attention before drifting lower to Simon’s stomach. Simon sucked in his breath and pulled his stomach in as the hair on Gray’s face tickled then pleasured him.
By the time Gray reached his cock, Simon was nearly out of his mind with pleasure. Gray teased all around, licking and nibbling everywhere but the spot Simon most wanted him, before he finally took the dark head between his lips. Gray teased at the slit with his tongue, tasting the drops of precome that leaked out, then took Simon deeper, engulfing his length.
Simon couldn’t help but thrust deeper, but Gray grabbed his hipsand pushed them back to the floor. His instincts were to keep trying, but Gray’s big hands held him still while he continued to use his mouth to pull Simon closer to the edge.
The pressure built, closer and closer. Simon wanted to warn Gray, knew it was rude not to, but he was out of his mind. He didn’t have to worry. Gray knew and pulled away, then scrambled to pull his jeans down his thighs before coming back to Simon.
Gray grabbed both their cocks and stroked them together. Simon tossed his head back and forth, finding purchase for his hands on Gray’s shoulders. He squeezed, desperate to fly apart but not wanting this moment to end. He pushed his hips up, and up again, into the tight hold Gray had on him.
Finally, it was too much, and come exploded from his cock, leaving a trail of sticky fluid over Gray’s hand. Another stroke and another stream of come burst from him. He cried out, couldn’t stop himself, and heard Gray reach his own crest above him. Wet heat covered Simon, and he released his hold on Gray’s shoulder so he could wrap his hand around Gray’s as the strokes slowed to a stop.
Gray twitched and jerked above him, his head thrown back and his eyes closed. When he opened them and looked down at Simon, he grinned, gasping for breath. “Fucking hell, that was perfect.”
Simon was beyond speech, but he nodded his agreement and released Gray’s hand to rub at the dampness on his stomach. Gray watched Simon’s fingers swirl through the trails then lift to Simon’s mouth. He sucked in one finger, then a second, tasting their combined juices.
Gray grabbed Simon’s hand, jerked it free of his mouth, and brought it to his own, where he tasted Simon’s palm as well. They both groaned, and Gray lowered himself completely, finding Simon’s mouth again.
Their kiss lingered, sharing the flavor of each other. After a few moments, Simon regretfully had to give Gray a little shove off to the side. The alpha had taken his breath away and was squishing him so he couldn’t get it back.
Gray lay down on his side, supporting his head with one arm whilethe other trailed over Simon’s body. “Can you talk yet?” Gray smirked, his cockiness making Simon chuckle. He shook his head, although he could have responded. “Glad to know how to shut you up, then.”
Simon laughed out loud and punched Gray’s shoulder lightly. “Be quiet. You’re ruining the moment.”
“Nothing could ruin that.”
Simon had to agree. “I’m a mess. I need to get cleaned up.” He paused, realizing he didn’t have anything to change into. “I should probably go home and get dressed.”
Gray grumbled and threw one arm and a leg over Simon’s body. “You aren’t going anywhere.”
