Page 59 of Finding Grey

TWENTY-NINE

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SEAN

My mouth met his, hard and demanding. There was no hesitation this time. We both knew what we wanted, and I was done putting obstacles in our way. “Come with me,” I murmured, taking his hand in mine.

He smiled. “Anywhere.”

I led him around the pool and through the gate to my flat. We reached the bedroom at a half-run and my heart pounded as I turned to pull him into my arms. All the things I hadn’t given myself permission to want were now mine for the taking. Dante was mine—if only for a short while. Sliding one hand around the back of his neck, I found his lips once more. They parted instantly, and I delved inside to search out every crevice, every texture.

A low rumble sounded in the back of his throat and his whole body seemed to sigh against me in relief. Large, masculine hands splayed across my bare back before one arm curled up around my shoulder while the other wrapped tight around my waist. The strength evident in his hold made my body ache with lust, while the yearning it betrayed dug deep into my heart.

“Sean,” he breathed the word against my mouth, all raspy and hot, “it’s like I’ve spent my whole life wanting you.” His fingers curled, nails raking across my skin as he reached for the waistband of my boardshorts. Slipping beneath the stiff material, he dragged them down until they fell to the floor.

As soon as he straightened, I lifted his shirt up over his head and pushed his own shorts down. “No more waiting,” I told him as I pressed my naked body against his. “Anything you’ve ever wanted, I want to give it to you.”

A smile broke out as he cupped my face and began walking me back towards the bed. “Careful, Sean. That’s quite an offer.”

I chuckled at the familiar line and waggled my eyebrows at him. “You looking to accept?”

Licking his lips, he nodded. “And then some.”

We managed to climb onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and fevered kisses. Pushing him onto his back, I knelt over him and set about licking each one of his abdominal muscles in turn. “You taste good.” A grin played over my lips as I looked up at his face. “Like saltwater and sunlight.”

His hands clutched at me, pulling me into his arms. “You’re so damned sexy,” he muttered, devouring my mouth with hot, eager kisses. “I wanted to fuck you the first time I laid eyes on you.”

My eyebrows raised. “The first time?”

“The second first time,” he corrected. “When you were showing me to my room that night, I couldn’t keep my eyes off your arse.” His hands squeezed my butt cheeks in emphasis and he rolled his hips, grinding our hard cocks together until we let out matching groans of pleasure.

“You were all attitude that night,” I said, gritting my teeth against the urge to hump his groin and be done with it. “So fucking hot.” I lowered my head to suck on his neck, wanting to mark him, claim him.

He tilted his head back to give me better access. “I thought you didn’t like me.”

“I tried not to. I wanted to hate you for what you did to me.” He reached out to touch my cheek with gentle fingers. “What I thought you did,” I added. “Turns out, you’re a hard man to hate.”

“Yeah?” He held my gaze, his eyes warm with tenderness. “Well, you’re an easy man to love.”

We both went still. Dante’s eyes widened in surprise, and his throat worked as he swallowed. He hadn’t meant to say that. He probably hadn’t even meant it, at least not the way it sounded.

My mouth opened, but I had no idea how to respond. “Dante—”

We both heard the reluctance I put into that one word and Dante reacted instantly, slamming his mouth against mine to prevent the words neither of us wanted to hear out loud. That everything we were was temporary. A fantasy we’d waited years to fulfil but, ultimately, couldn’t keep.

He didn’t release my mouth again until we were both breathing hard. “Do you know what I really want, Sean?” His tone teased, despite the traces of sorrow lurking beneath. “I want to suck on your cock again.” He offered me a lopsided grin and started to wriggle down my body, before returning to say, “I promise to keep my teeth covered.” He dropped a quick kiss on my lips, and then he was gone.

A few seconds later, his wet mouth engulfed the head of my cock and he sucked hard. “Oh fuck.” My hips bucked up off the bed, dislodging him. His low chuckle filled the room before he dived straight back in. He worked me over with an eager joy. Experimenting, trying out a half-dozen techniques, until I was a quivering mess.

“What the hell?” I gasped, my hands locked around his head. “Have you been practising?” The idea made my gut clench. “Who the hell have you been practising on?”

He released me, lifting up to smile at my sudden indignation. “Relax,” he said. “You’d be amazed what a motivated student can do with some internet research and a cucumber.”

I burst out laughing, but the amusement turned to moans as he went back to wrapping his tongue around my dick. I only lasted a minute before pulling at his shoulders. He raised himself over me and I kissed him, tasting my own salty pre-come on his tongue.

“I want you to fuck me,” I told him between kisses, curling one hand around his erection. Fantasies be damned. I wanted to know what it felt like to have Dante Sinclair inside me. Stretching me, filling me. Making love to me. “Please, Dante.”

“Yes.” The response was little more than a moan inside my mouth as he thrust into my hand’s embrace. “Oh fuck, I want you.”