Page 42 of Finding Grey

TWENTY-ONE

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DANTE

I would have said anything to break him. Despite the fury burning through my veins at his deception. Despite my own shame at being so easily duped. All of it was eclipsed by my desperate need to have him, to make him mine once and for all. Thankfully, I didn’t need to search for the perfect words. I already knew which ones to use.

Only if the man is you.

Sean’s resistance shattered on command, coming apart in a whirlwind of clutching hands and searching lips. Satisfaction roared through me as we stumbled into his bedroom, kissing like we needed each other’s mouths to ensure survival. He lifted the hem of my t-shirt and I pulled away to yank the material over my head. The rest of our clothes quickly followed and then we were naked, standing together in the dim light.

Everything inside me stalled at the sight of him. Christ, he was beautiful. The long, slender lines of his body a feast for eyes that had hungered for too long. I wanted to crawl all over him. Smell every inch, lick every crease. I wanted to search out all the hidden places that would make him quake and shiver. But I held back. Frozen. Trembling with desire and trepidation.

“Dante.” My gaze snapped back to his face. He stepped closer, until every heaving breath made our chests touch. Lower down, the twin hardness of our erections brushed together, and I gasped at the contact. “It’s okay to be nervous,” he whispered, his lips ghosting over mine. “And it’s okay if you want to change your mind.”

My hands came up to grasp on to his head, bringing our faces close. “That’s never going to happen,” I growled, moving restlessly against him. “I want to do everything you want to do, but I don’t know how this works, like…” I paused, taking a shaky breath. “Who gets to be on top?”

He smiled. “How about we back up a few steps.” A hand slid into my hair as he tilted his head to one side. His tongue traced a path along my neck and my eyes closed as he nipped at my chin with blunt teeth. Then, his free hand wrapped around my cock. “Does this feel good?” he murmured in a low voice, his hand moving in slow, firm strokes.

“Fuck, yes.” I attempted to recapture his mouth, but he leaned back, hovering just out of reach.

“Let’s start there, shall we?” Turning us around, he pushed me back onto the bed before climbing on to join me. “Don’t think so much, just do what feels good.” He lay down on top of me and, as the weight of his heavy, masculine body pushed me down into the mattress, I sighed in relief. I’d spent years longing for this. To be right here, under Grey. His body moving against mine, my arms wrapped around him. He was the only man who could assuage the pain of my repression. The only man who could set me free.

Our kisses were languid now. The clutch of desperate hands had softened to caresses and all sense of awkwardness left me as I gloried in the freedom to touch Sean’s naked body. He was soft skin and hard muscle, rough hair and strong hands. Each sensation was new, different, and everything I’d ever wanted. I traced the curves of his back with curious fingers until I reached his buttocks. My middle finger slid into the top of his crease and he gave a soft moan, lifting to encourage my exploration. Taking the presented opportunity, I slipped my free hand between our bodies and wrapped my fingers around his thick cock. Sean cursed under his breath, a shudder racing through him as he began to pump slowly into my hand.

“Tell me something.” His breath was hot on my face. His eyes bright with anticipation. “What’s the one thing you’ve always wanted to try?”

His words caused my grip to tighten and his breath caught in the back of his throat. “That’s easy,” I drawled, licking my lips. “I want to know what you taste like.” In eight years, I’d never stopped fantasising about what it might feel like to have a long, hard cock shoved down my throat. I wanted it so badly it made my eyes water.

Pushing at his shoulder, I rolled us over so that I was on top. Then, I began making my way down his chest. I licked his left nipple and, when he arched his back, I slid one hand under him to stroke the small of his back. The other nipple received equal attention before I continued my journey. His stomach became the next object of fascination. I dipped my tongue into his belly button before turning my head, using the short stubble on my cheeks to abrade his skin. His stomach clenched as he laughed.

I lifted my head to look up at him. “Ticklish?”

He nodded, meeting my gaze as he stroked fingers through my hair and across my bare shoulders. “A little.”

One side of my mouth curled. “I’ll have to remember that.” I slid lower and Sean parted his legs, so I could lie between them. My own aching dick grazed the covers and I fought the urge to grind myself against the cottony softness. I wanted to concentrate my full attention on my new lover—my male lover.

I paused when I reached my destination, savouring the moment. I’d never been this close to another man’s penis before. There were times, in the darkness of hot nights when I’d allowed my fantasies to run wild, I wondered if I would be hesitant. Given the opportunity, would I find myself reluctant to actually take another man into my mouth and suck the hard length of him? Now I had Sean’s cock before me, leaking pre-come and pulsing with arousal, the watering of my mouth gave me my answer. I wanted to take him so far down my throat he’d be able to touch my fucking tonsils.

Moving forward, I ran the flat of my tongue from base to tip, before lifting to swirl it around the head. Sean’s hands fisted in the sheets. His body was taut, and his chest rose and fell with the force of his panting breath. The sight brought on a fierce sense of pride. I’d done this to him, and I’d barely begun.

I pulled up onto my knees, wanting a better angle, and wrapped one hand around the base of his cock before sliding it between my lips. He was thick and long, and despite my eagerness, I reached my limit long before I was satisfied. I wanted to take him deeper, but my gag reflex kept kicking in, forcing me to back off. A frustrated whimper surfaced from deep within me, and then Sean’s hands were on my shoulders as he sat up, urging me to do the same. “Don’t force it,” he said, dropping a kiss on my lips. “Only take what feels comfortable, and then enjoy the hell out of it. Okay?” I nodded, and his smile was wicked with delight. “Good. Now get back to work.”

With a chuckle, I did as instructed. Sean lay back down on the bed and I wrapped my mouth around the head of his cock and sucked hard. He rewarded me with a deep groan of satisfaction. “Holy fuck, that’s it.” I eased my lips a little further down his cock before sucking again, for longer this time as I dragged my mouth up his shaft. “Just like that,” he rasped. “Your mouth feels incredible.”

I lifted my gaze to see him staring down at me. One hand had lifted to hold on to the bed head, while the other reached out to tangle in my curls. All thought scattered as I took more of him. I stroked him all over with my tongue, sucked him as hard as I could. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more, I wanted his come coating my tongue, sliding down my throat. I wanted—

“Ow.” He jerked, pulling free of my mouth before falling back onto the mattress with a soft laugh. “Teeth.”

I winced, before tucking my lips between my offending chompers. I hadn’t realised I’d uncovered them. “Sorry. Rookie mistake.”

Smiling, he tugged at my shoulders. “Come here.” My heart lurched in my chest as I went to him. He wrapped me tight in his arms, his thigh slipping between mine, so he could press against my aching erection. “I love having your mouth on me,” he murmured against my lips. “Now I want mine on you.”

He wriggled down the bed before I had a chance to respond, and then the only response I could manage was a strangled moan. His mouth felt so hot and wet as it engulfed me. His tongue made slow revolutions of my shaft, first one way, then the other. I clutched on to his hair and tried not to thrust too deep. I needn’t have worried, though. Before long, his nose was buried in my stomach, and I could feel his breath against the rough hair there. Gripping on to my hips, he encouraged me to move until I was on all fours above him, my knees on either side of his shoulders. And still his mouth held me tight.

Guided by his hands, I began rolling my hips, fucking his mouth as he lay under me. I worried I’d go too far, but his strong hands on my hipbones assured me he was in control of every movement, and I surrendered myself to his care. Moans rolled out of me now, endless, mindless, and fucking noisy, but I didn’t care. “Christ,” I bit out, my back arching. “I’m gonna come.” Sean’s mouth tightened as he sucked so hard on my cock I thought I’d die. My body began to shudder, and my hips bucked in shallow jerks as I came. Sean’s throat moved rhythmically as he swallowed every drop, his lips a gentle vice until long after I’d given him all I had to offer.

Eventually, my arms gave out and I slumped on the bed, managing to turn my body enough to avoid landing on him. Clutching fingers wrapped around his biceps as I tried to drag him upward. Smiling, he worked his way up into my waiting arms and we wrapped ourselves around each other. His hard dick poked me in the stomach and I pulled back enough to look between us. The head of Sean’s erection flushed an angry red, and when I ran a single finger along the length, it jerked in readiness. Fascinated, I wrapped my fingers around it and began to stroke. Glancing up at Sean’s face, I saw his eyes were closed, his mouth open in shallow, panting breaths. I lifted up on one bent arm and leaned over to run my tongue along his bottom lip. His own tongue appeared, tangling with mine as the movement of his hips became more frantic.