“Lower,” he breathes. I move down lower, and when I do, I’m shocked at the contact. His thick cock rubs against mine. These boxers are so thin I can feel everything. “Ungh, fuck.”
I snap back. Shit. His leg. What am I doing? “I’m sorry.”
“What?” He cups my face, thumbing along my jawline. “What’s wrong?”
“I just, I got carried away. Your leg, and I just—” He tugs me down, and his lips mash against mine as he kisses me quietly. I moan against his lips as he lifts a little, rubbing against my cock.
“I’m okay,” he breathes.
“Your knee. I shouldn’t have.”
His large hands land on my hips. “Felix, it’s not my knee that’s aching right now.”
A storm rages in his blue eyes.
“You sure?”
“I’m sure I don’t want you to stop. Just as I’m sure that I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your thick cock deep inside me.” His large hands land on my hips, guiding them to roll, and his head drops back with a moan. “Another time.” He lifts up kissing the corner of my mouth. “For now, keep kissing me.” I lean in and feel his hands on my hips, urging me to grind against him.
This is unreal. It feels better than I thought it could. Frantic fucking with our clothes on. We grind together. Pinpricks of power and pleasure combine into a high I want to bottle and keep with me.
Grey’s head drops back, his fingertips biting into my hips. “Oh, that’s it, baby,” he purrs, guiding my hips. Heat pools in my belly. His fingers on me tighten. I grind slowly, rubbing myself over his erection. I want to undress him but I’m too scared to push further. “You like this?” His husky tone sends shivers up my spine.
A whimper crawls up my throat. I’m so lost. I’ve never felt like this. “Feels so good, Greyson.”
“I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” he says and I stutter to a halt. “Not now. This is perfect.” His head drops back down on the pillow. “Go ahead, Felix. Take us home.”
With determination, I roll and grind over him. It feels so good. I throw my head back, letting his fingers guide my hips. He’s thick and long. I feel desperate for this. The images his words conjure take hold. I’ve never fucked anyone, and fucking Grey... What would he feel like? Hot and tight. Him begging. Desperate and needy. I want him to beg.
I want him to beg me now.
I’m not sure where it comes from or even what I’m doing. I let instinct and want guide me. “What do you want, Grey?” I kiss him hard, plunging my tongue inside his mouth. “Tellme,” I whisper, then I give his lips a playful lick before sitting back up.
“I want to come.” I roll my hips, teasing, pressing harder against his head. “Felix. Please.”
He’s squirming under me, my own orgasm close. “Please what, Greyson? What do you want?” I give him another teasing roll. “Fuck, you feel so good. So damn good for me.”
“Felix, please, baby. I need to come.”
“You need to come?” He nods fast, groaning when I pick up the pace.
“Please make me come.”
“You’re so polite, huh?” I smile, kissing his jaw. “You’re going to be good for me.” The pressure of his fingers on my hips tightens. “Aren’t you, Greyson?”
“So good,” he pants, trying so hard to keep himself still and let me have control. He’s nearly vibrating, panting heavily as impatience whines from his lips. “Please. Please, I need it.”
“How bad?”
“So fucking bad.” His eyes open, the desperation in them unreal. “Please.”
“Just because you said please.” I give him what he needs—what we both need—his constant moans the sweetest backing track to the pleasure coiling ready to snap. “Grey, I’m close,” I moan. My boxers are soaked through with precum.
Peering down, I see Grey’s eyes flutter open. Soft and blue. Want bright inside them. He wants me. More than that, he wants me to feel just as good. My pleasure matters.
I matter.
My hips lose rhythm, both of us desperately hurtling toward the edge. “More, Felix.” Fuck, his desperation is the sweetest sound. “Keep going,” he groans.
