Page 70 of Finding Grey

THIRTY-FIVE

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DANTE

Releasing his hold on my arms, Sean reached down to snap the button on my jeans open. When his fingers grazed my stomach, it was all I could do to remain still beneath him. I kept my hands above my head, crossed at the wrists. And when his gaze locked with mine, I parted my lips, silently offering him anything he wanted. His eyes darkened, and he licked his own lips in response.

The last of my clothing was stripped away with rough, impatient movements, before he got off the bed to discard his own. My mouth watered at the sight of his hard dick. I wanted it in my mouth. But more than that, and my pulse spiked at the thought, I wanted it somewhere else.

Sean prowled his way up my body. Then, as he lowered himself on top of me, he straightened his arms, so we touched only from the waist down. Our weeping cocks brushed together, and I tilted my head back with a strangled moan. His tongue licked a path up my exposed throat, before latching on to my chin with blunt teeth. I brought my head back down to meet his kiss, but he pulled back, evading me. My unseemly whimper filled the room, but I was too far gone to care.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, his lips ghosting over my cheeks and nose. “My very own rock star.”

“Yours.” The word fell from my lips as a dedication, a promise. “Sean, please.”

Moving his weight onto one arm, he used the other to stroke the front of my torso. His fingertips circled my hard nipples, danced across my ribs. “Call me by my other name.”

My eyes snapped open. He watched me closely as he waited for my response. His chest rose and fell with the force of his panting breath. “Grey.” More sigh than name, the sound of it made his lips curve. “My beautiful grey-eyed boy.”

Lowering his head, he covered my left nipple with his tongue, laving gently. My body jolted beneath him and I grabbed hold of the bed head to stop from reaching for him.

“The night we met,” he told me, moving to the other nub, “you gave me my first kiss.” His mouth trailed down past my belly button, and I gasped when he kissed the head of my cock, teasing me, making me tremble. “Now, I want to give you something.” Sitting up, he reached for the lube on the bedside table and coated his fingers in the slippery substance. “I want to be your first, Dante. Your only.”

His slick fingers slipped between my arse cheeks to brush over my hole and I stiffened. But then, with a shuddering breath, I bent my knees and lifted my legs towards my chest. “Yes,” I hissed, my gaze riveted to his face. “Only you.”

A smirk stretched his lips as he continued to play with me, circling my hole with the tip of a single finger, but never giving me what I so desperately wanted. “One day I’m gonna make you beg for it,” he told me, and I wanted to cry in frustration. “But not today.” His finger penetrated my body with a single thrust and my breathless moan reverberated off the walls. When his mouth slid down the length of my shaft, I thought I’d come on the spot.

“Holy fuck.” Letting go of the headboard, I gripped on to the back of his head, my hips undulating as I thrust into his mouth while he continued to fuck me with his finger.

This wasn’t the first time he’d used his fingers to get me off, and there were times in the past few weeks when I’d encouraged him to go further. But he’d refused. He’d told me it would be better for me if we took it slow, but we both knew that wasn’t the real reason. He’d been holding back from me, not yet ready to commit to a relationship that seemed destined to fail. But nothing held us back now. I was all in, and it seemed, so was he.

A second finger joined the first. He pumped them in and out of my body as he sucked the ever-living hell out of my cock. His free hand splayed across my stomach, holding me down as I lost control. I wanted more. I wanted more of him inside me.

Finger number three made me hiss in a breath. I was stretched wide, the pleasure edged by pain, and I fought to accept him. Then, his fingertips began to brush back and forth across some place deep inside me, and my whole body melted in some kind of freaking blissed-out wonder. My impending orgasm built deep inside my balls, gathering speed, getting ready to blow.

Sean’s mouth disappeared, and his fingers eased free of my body. I cried out at the loss.

“No, you don’t,” he teased, smacking my arse cheek with a flat hand. “I’m not even close to being done with you yet. Turn over, baby.”

I rolled onto my stomach, ready and willing to do anything he wanted. When he pulled on my hips, I slid my knees under me, lifting my arse in the air.

He stilled for a moment and I fought the urge to beg. His hands cupped my cheeks, spreading them wide and my body clenched at the thought of him looking at me.

“Fuck.” The word was a long, drawn out sigh. “Do that again.”

Tilting my hips further, I clenched and released, clenched and released. “Grey.” My voice shook as I spoke, barely audible and steeped in longing. “Make me yours.”

He rose into a kneeling position behind me. I heard the faint sounds of foil ripping and the click of the lube lid. A moment later, the tip of his thick cock nudged against my entrance.

I held my breath as he took hold of my hips and pressed forward until the head of his shaft pushed through the tight ring of muscle. I cried out, tensing as my body rebelled against the fullness of his invasion. He stilled, bending forward to drop kisses along my spine. His hands ran over me in long, comforting strokes. “Breathe, baby,” he murmured against my damp skin. “Keep breathing.” I sucked in a lungful of air, releasing it with a long shudder. “That’s it.” His forehead pressed against my back and the warmth of his breath washed over me. “Damn, you feel amazing. I want you, so much.”

Allowing his words to calm me, I focused on the place where we were joined. The fullness was still there, but it didn’t hurt anymore. Wanting to experiment, I tightened around him for a brief instant before letting go and was gratified by the long string of curse words the move elicited. I repeated the movement a few more times, and finally my body began to relax, to accept, to want. A restless longing spread through me and I pushed back against him. This time, there was only pleasure. “More,” I told him. “Give me more.”

Sean’s breath hitched, and then came out on a groan as he began to move. He kept his thrusts slow, shallow, and I quickly became impatient. “More,” I ordered. With a low grunt, he gave me what I wanted, thrusting harder and deeper than before. “Fuck, yes,” I cried, my body shaking. “Oh, fucking Christ.”

I’d lost most of my erection during my struggle to take him, but now it seemed every long stroke of his dick made me harder. By the time he reached around me to take hold of me, I was throbbing in time with his thrusts.

At last, he sank to the hilt inside me, his hips cradling my arse. We both sighed in relief. “So hot,” he murmured, kissing the back of my neck. “So fucking perfect.”

Closing my eyes, I allowed the rest of the world to fall away as I fucked his cock with furious abandon. His movements became more frantic. The keening sounds I made more desperate. I couldn’t hold back any longer.

My orgasm ripped through me in long, shuddering bursts. Come spilled onto Sean’s hand and across the sheets. His cock pulsed as he followed me over the edge. And I knew, without a doubt, I belonged to Sean in every way. And he belonged to me.