“Show me.”
Just like our video call, I push my hand into my shorts, swiping through my arousal and raising my fingers up to show him. Immediately he grabs my wrist, and brings it to his mouth. He sucks them so hard it’s almost painful.
“Fucking delicious, just like I knew you’d be,” he practically growls. “Now I need you to get naked, because if I don’t fuck you in the next two minutes I might completely lose it.”
I smirk, scooting back on the soft couch. “Hm, think we should test that out?”
I pull my shirt off, baring myself to him completely for the first time. My nipples tighten under his gaze, and I arch up already wanting him to touch me.
“No, I think you need to tell me if there’s anything you don’t want me to do. Once I have you, I’m not letting you go.”
I roll my lips together, pushing his sweatshirt off, baring his muscular chest to me. “Good, then don’t.”
Grayson leans down, holding my chin, running his thumb along my bottom lip. “Are you sure?”
I nod, eagerly. “Yes, please. I want you.”
He picks me up suddenly, and I wrap my legs around his waist on instinct before turning us so he’s sitting on the cushions while I straddle him.
“I want you too. I’ve wanted you for a long time,” he admits.
Leaning forward, I press my mouth to his, nipping at his bottom lip. “Then I think we wasted too much time.”
He pulls at my shorts. “Take these off.”
I run my hand along his chest, my fingers gliding over the indents of muscle there. I’ve known he’s muscular, but he never wears anything that shows justhowmuscular he really is. His body looks like it was sculpted from stone, honed from years of hockey playing and working out. He’s not overly bulky, just strong and glorious.
As my hands slide down lower, I back off his lap, standing in front of him to strip the last piece of clothing I have on. Pushing my shorts down, he watches, his eyes following my hands pushing them down. The fabric makes a soft thud as it hits the floor and he takes his glasses off, setting them to the side then grabbing for me.
I resist for only a moment. “Put them back on,” I instruct.
“What?”
“Your glasses. I like when you wear them.”
He looks surprised. “You do?”
Nodding, I lean over to grab them and put them back on his face. I smile, moving my hand down to trace along his jaw. “That’s better.”
He grabs the back of my neck, yanking me forward, crashingour mouths together roughly. His tongue invades my mouth with a groan. His grip on my hair tightens at my scalp, the pain mixing with pleasure causes my hips to thrust, seeking him out. Needing more.Desperatefor more.
“Grayson,” I moan against his lips.
“Sunshine,” he groans back, and I melt even more. I used to hate the name he gave me. I thought it was ridiculous, but right now I don’t think I’ve ever loved a nickname more. Which may seem silly, but everything about this moment feels so…right.
Except one thing. Because for a moment I have a fleeting thought about if Asher was here. What would that look like? For all of us?
I kiss Grayson harder to push the thought away. This is not the time to think about that. This is giving into the man I’ve wanted for so long, my best friend, and it’s finally happening. I don’t want to wait anymore.
Reaching down between us, I grip his cock, moving my hand over him once, twice before lifting up and angling him at my entrance. He breaks our kiss, but holds me in place, keeping our eyes locked.
“Keep your eyes on me.” His voice is full of grit and I start to sink down. Moaning at the initial stretch, I do my best to keep my eyes open and focused on his. “That’s it, so good, I told you it would fit.”
“Barely,” I breathe, lifting up an inch or two before sinking back down again, further this time.
He huffs out a laugh, but it’s quickly followed by a groan as I take even more of him into my body. “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.”
“And you’re really big,” I comment, which results in another small puff of laughter between us.
