“And I don’t think you wantthat,” he murmured, leaning in for another kiss.
NINETEEN
MILES
HAVING GRAY'S HANDS on my ass was stillthe most incredible thing in the world, and the way he squeezed it like astress ball was much,muchhotter than it had any right to be.
My stomach swooped as helifted me clear off the stool, kicked it out of the way, and then set me downagain, the small of my back pressed against the edge of the kitchen counter.
Head spinning, I watched ashe dropped to his knees and then ducked under my robe, partially disappearingfrom view.
The kisses started on theinside of my thigh, Gray lifting my leg by the ankle and moving it so my footwas resting against his own thigh. A rush of warm breath made me feel open andvulnerable, a shiver running through me.
Being that way with Graywasn’tscary at all. It was what I wanted most in the world right now.
Blood rushed to my alreadyinterested cock, which wasn’t making the wholehead spinningthing calm downat all. At least Gray was there to catch me if I passed out.
One hand dropped to hisshoulder for balance, and I found myself squeezing tight, my fingertips diggingdeep into the skin even through his clothes. Gray only grunted—a warm,encouraging sound against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.
His tongue licking a longstripe up the length of my half-hard cock nearly made my legs give way. A low,desperate moan that petered out into a high-pitched whimper escaped me as henuzzled his way to the base of my cock, pressing soft little kisses there.
Gray only chuckled inresponse.
Not being able toseehim meant that everything came as a surprise, and that was turning out to beamazing.
I wouldn’t have trustedanyone else like this. I’d need to see.
Gray was different. I knewhe was safe. I knew Icouldtrust him, no matter what.
My hips rocked of their ownaccord as Gray lapped and kissed at my cock, coaxing it to full hardness inwhat felt like seconds. Hell, maybe itwas. My whole body was throbbingwith need and lust and arousal.
Gray had no right to be ashot as he was.
“Having a good time, honey?”he asked.
I got as far as opening mymouth to answer before he swirled his tongue around the head of my cock, asudden burst of pleasure making me cry out instead of responding intelligently.All the same, I got the feeling that was more the kind of response Gray waslooking for.
A half-second later, he’d sucked me intohis mouth all the way to the root, the tip of his nose touching my skin.
The world spun, and for amoment I thought I reallywasgoing to pass out. This was too much. Howcould Graydothat?
How was he so perfect?
He pulled back after a second,panting harshly under my robe, and I couldn’t take it anymore. Myfingers slipped on the knot I’d tied, but I eventually managed to yank it openbetween breathy moans and waves of searing pleasure at the mercy of Gray’s lipsand tongue, my brain only barely functioning enough for such complicated manualtasks as untying a bow.
Gray was going to kill me,and I was going to die happy.
As soon as my robe fellopen, I looked down and met his eyes, the deep cobalt blue of them almostswallowed up by his dark, blown pupils.
A new wave of arousal washedover me at seeing how turned on he was. Turned on from sucking my cock, like I’d been fromsucking his.
We were bothreallygay.
My stomach bottomed out asGray rubbed a slick finger against my hole. A desperate, needy moan tore alongthe back of my throat, my knees buckling a little at the thought of having himinside me.
I wanted him. I couldtrusthim. He could have thrown me over his shoulder and flung me on the bed, fuckedme deep and slow and perfect, and I would have let him. Right now, I would havelethim, and that alone was enough to make my heart pound against myribcage.
He chose that moment tohollow his cheeks and suck on my cock like he was interviewing for a positionat Dyson.
