That confession, so honest and raw and simple, the small sheepish smile on his mouth… It’s like a straw on a very overburdened camel’s back. Something in me just snaps. I have no willpower, no nerves, no guilt or confusion. I reach out and cup the back of Grady’s neck and bring our mouths together.
The shock of his beard and the roughness of his kiss are fulfilling some need I haven’t let myself acknowledge, but that’s always been there. I feel like that first day after the season ends when I can eat whatever the hell I’ve been pretending not to crave for months. I’ve been pretending not to crave Grady. Now I can admit it… and I’ve been given permission to indulge. There are no consequences. Except…
I break the kiss. “You said you didn’t want me with anyone else.”
“I don’t.”
“So we only explore each other then. Only you and only me.” Those copper eyelashes of his flutter, and he nods before crushing his mouth to mine.
I grab his face in my hands as I deepen the kiss. His beard is soft and tickles the palms of my hands. This kiss is different than the ones we’ve shared before. Those felt rushed and chaotic. This one is rough, but paced and calculated. Deep. His hands move to my ass, and he grips it—hard—and pulls us closer together.
We explore each other’s mouths in a warm embrace for endless minutes. Finally, with my cock throbbing in my pants, I pull back. “Can we?—”
“We can do whatever you want.” His voice is lower than I’ve ever heard it. He squeezes my ass before letting go. “Just please, may it involve fewer clothes?”
“No clothes sound good? And a bed?”
“Yes to all of that.” He balls the front of my dress shirt in his hands and pulls me back toward the front hall, where he opens a door and pushes me inside. There’s a small light already on in the corner of the room. I realize it’s a vintage lava lamp that he used to have in his West Hollywood living room. The room is glowing in blue as the goo inside bubbles and moves.
The room is painted a dark blue, and his bed is a platform style with no footboard. He turns towards me and shrugs out of his suit jacket, letting it fall to the floor in a heap. I do the same. He starts unbuttoning his shirt, and we’d already discarded our ties, tucking them into our suit jacket pockets at the bar. I pop the first button on my shirt. He grins, and damn if I don’t see the devil in it. “Is this a game of silent Simon says? Everything I do, you do.”
“I’m following your lead.”
His devilish grin deepens. “Landon, I advise against that. Or you’ll be on your knees with my dick down your throat by the end of the night. Because I want yours in my mouth so badly, I’m salivating.”
Grady wants to give me a blow job. I’m so turned on, I have to palm the front of my pants and reposition my rock-hard cock. I almost come right then and there. He stops three buttons in and walks right up to me. He pushes my hands off my own buttons and starts undoing my. He leans in and his lips ghost mine. “Do you want me to suck you off?”
He kisses his way across my jaw, nipping occasionally. “Yeah. I want that.”
My blood is heated, my skin tingling, my cock impossibly heavy and full. I was never going to say no. I could never say it… But he’s right. I need to be an adult about this. Grady’s voice gets deeper, rougher. “Don’t warn me when you start to come. I don’t want to know. I just want to feel it happen and slide down my throat.”
Holy fuck. I moan. And grab my dick through my pants because someone has got to. He pulls back as the last button is undone, and my shirt is completely open. Then he grabs my wrist and moves my hand away from the front of my pants. “That’s mine.”
I’m his. My dick, and so much more.
A smile spreads on his face as his hand palms the front of my dress pants. “I’ve dreamed of seeing your dick again, all hard and leaking.”
He undoes my belt as I confess, “You’ve almost gotten your wish. Lately, I purposely delay my shower until you’re done because I’m feeling weak and know I’ll stare at you and get visibly turned on.”
“And I was thinking it was because you were freaking out about what’s happened between us,” Grady murmurs and then covers my lips with his.
The kisses turn messy and rough as we finish undressing each other. Suddenly, we’re both naked and pressed together at the foot of his bed, our cocks bump, and I buck my hips on instinct.
“Sit,” Grady commands, his lips against my neck where he’s been kissing me.
Without asking why, I drop my bare ass onto the end of this bed. The mattress dips, and the soft fabric of the dark blue duvet is nice under my bare thighs. Grady’s dick is right there in front of me, thick, hard, long, a bead of cum on the swollen tip. Without thinking, I reach out and brush my fingers through it. He shudders. I look up and, as Grady watches, I take my slick, sticky fingers and put them in my mouth, tasting Grady’s cum for the second time. I like it as much as the first time I tasted him.
Grady groans, loud and deep. He steps closer, growling, “You’re so fucking hot. Spread your legs.”
I do, and he drops to his knees between them, cupping the back of my head and yanking me into a rough, hard kiss. When he lets go, my lips feel bruised. I probably have beard rash developing on my cleanly shaved skin, but I couldn’t care less because Grady has wrapped a hand around my shaft and his head is dipped and his tongue skims my head. Stars explode in front of me, like I’m about to pass out. I know that feeling all too well, but not for sexual reasons.
I lean back on my hands on the bed and arch my back, willing him to do more. Cover my dick with his mouth, lick and suck me into oblivion. He gets the hint and licks me again. “Grady… please. Suck me off.”
Grady slides me into his mouth one solid inch after another until I’m surrounded by wet, hot heat, and the swirl of his tongue brings those stars back. I slide a hand into his hair and hold on, leaning back on my other arm, and fight the urge to snap my hips. Until he pulls back a bit, kisses my tip, and tells me, “Fuck my mouth, Landon. Don’t be shy. I can handle it. I want to handle it.”
He swallows me again, and I heave out a shaky breath and, still holding his hair, I let my hips move, hard and fast. This is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. It’s rough and hard, and I’m so turned on I feel like I’ve left my body and am floating somewhere, carried away on the sensations of the pure euphoria his mouth is creating. He grips my thigh with one hand and cups my balls tightly with the other. With a woman, as my balls clench and a heat begins to build, seconds from breaking through and causing an orgasm of epic proportions, I would warn her. But Grady wants to feel the mess he’s about to create, and he knows I’m close. I’m sure he can tell by the way my muscles contract and my moan gets guttural. I can tell by the way he squeezes my thigh softly and sucks me harder that he’s dying for it, for everything I have to give. So I whisper his name on a panting breath and come like I swear to God I have never come in my life.
I’m boneless, collapsed on my back on the bed when I vaguely register he’s sucked me clean and is slowly climbing up my body, his lips ghosting across my hip, my ribs, my shoulder. As he lies on top of me, pressing into me, his cock is like a rod against my thigh, and I realize I owe him… and I want to pay my debts more than I’ve wanted anything. But yeah, I’m a little nervous. Nervous energy gives me the strength to roll us over until he’s on his back by the edge of the bed, his impossibly long legs dangling over the end. I position my head at his stomach, kissing his belly button and the red trail of hair heading south. It’s darker than the hair on his head, which tends to have a pale brown tint to it. This is fiery and thick. My fingers sift through it and then glance over his weeping tip again. I slide my fingers down the shaft and wrap my hand around it.
