This was going to kill him, but at least he’d die happy.
Grant’s eyes rolled back in his head as Sunny sank down on his cock, a low, broken moan escaping his throat. He moved his hands to Sunny’s hips, bracing him as best he could, his cock pulsing inside the tight heat of Sunny’s body.
His head spun with the heat and pressure of it, his thighs burning with the need to push forward, bury himself inside Sunny, feel his body give under him, tight and perfect and everything Grant had dreamed of.
This was so good.Sogood. Sunny felt amazing around him, but more than that, the closeness was everything Grant wanted.
He felt connected to Sunny in a way he’d been desperate for. This was about more than sex.
This was about how he felt about Sunny.
A small, terrifying word that started withL.
Grant’s train of thought crashed as Sunny grunted softly, wriggling to get comfortable, rolling his hips in tiny circles while he adjusted. It left Grant gasping for breath, struggling to get used to how hot and tight Sunny was, the soft, needy noises he was making.
“You’re perfect,” Sunny murmured. “I could do this all day.”
Grant opened his mouth to say that he couldn’t, that he’d be lucky to last another thirty seconds with Sunny sitting on his cock, rocking against him, making tiny little sounds of pleasure that rang in his ears and went straight to his balls.
All that came out was a desperate gasp.
His stomach felt tight, arousal coiling up in it, the need to move his hips overwhelming. Not yet, though. Not until Sunny said it was okay.
Sunny smirked at him, shifting his weight again.
He grabbed Grant by the shoulders and then leaned back, changing the angle he was sitting at, digging his thighs into Grant’s waist.
He rolled his hips, a long, agonizingly slow stroke that threatened to make Grant come too soon, his cock twitching inside Sunny as he pressed his weight back down. All he could do was stare at the way Sunny looked, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his eyes fluttering closed as he lifted himself up again, his cute little button nose wrinkling with effort as he let himself fall.
His thumbs were digging deep into Grant’s shoulders, right at the edge of his collarbones, gripping him tight.
It had taken Grant until now to realize that Sunny was in charge here. There wasn’t much of anything he could do except sit back and take whatever Sunny wanted to do with him.
A shock of arousal hit him at the thought.
Sunny was in charge.
That wasdefinitelyhot.
“You’ve gone quiet,” Sunny murmured, rocking his hips again, starting to build a rhythm, his chest heaving as he panted for breath.
He was just taking what he wanted, and Grant had never been more turned on by anything in his life.
“I’m… you’re…” Grant said, his tongue heavy in his mouth, his mind clouded with arousal. Sunny was so perfect, and all he wanted to do was stare at him and appreciate that.
Sunny smirked, pressing their foreheads together and moving one hand to the back of Grant’s head to hold him, a surprisingly tender gesture.
Or maybe not so surprising. If Grant had been brave enough to imagine what sex with Sunny might be like before, he would have expected something like this. Hot, but gentle. Something that made him feel wanted, sexy, but still cared for.
“It’s okay,” Sunny murmured, breathless. “You feel amazing.Thisfeels amazing.”
Grant nodded, Sunny somehow managing to say exactly what he was thinking.
He gripped Sunny’s hips tight, rocking his own to meet his thrusts, not wanting to leave him to doallthe work. Besides, he needed more. Sunny was so hot around him, and so tight, and Grant couldn’t hold back anymore.
He wanted to come. The need suddenly felt urgent, filling him up so there wasn’t room for any other thought except how good this felt, how glad he was it’d happened.
Consequences didn’t seem important anymore. Just Sunny, and Sunny’s gorgeous, perfect body, and the fact that he’d picked Grant. That somehow, for some reason, he’d pickedGrant.
