Page 51 of Gray

“You really do just cut right to the chase, don’t you?” He sounded amused.

“I know what I want.”

“Yeah?” Mason slid the curtain aside a bit more, showing his wet, muscled chest. My mouth watered. “And what do you want?”

You pounding into me hard and fast as I scream your name.

“Oh, you know exactly what I want.” I pulled my hoodie off and tossed it to the floor before discarding my shirt. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my legs, casting a look up at him as I bent over. “Question is… what doyouwant?”

His hungry gaze trailed my body. “I want what I shouldn’t.”

I straightened back up, hooking my thumb under the waistband of my boxers. That hunger in his eyes spiked. “Why shouldn’t you want it?”

“Because I…” Mason’s words trickled off as I slowly pulled my boxers down, showing him every naked inch of me as my dick sprang free. “Fuck.”

“You were saying?”

“It’s not smart getting involved with me, Gray.” He forced his eyes up but quickly lowered them again. When he ran his teeth over his bottom lip, pretty sure my heart plummeted to my ball sac.

“Why not? Are you gonna hurt me?”

“Not intentionally. But I don’t think I can give you what you need.”

“What I need, Mason, is for you to shove me against that shower wall and fuck me.”

“We’ve only known each other a few days,” he said. He was just fishing for excuses now.

“So? What does that have to do with anything? I hook up all the time. I usually fuck guys I’ve only known for like five seconds. We’ve definitely known each other longer than that.”

“Gray…”

“Mason.” I put my hands on my hips. “It’s just sex. I don’t need a marriage proposal.”

“But you deserve more than a quick fuck in a shitty motel shower.”

“Who said it has to be quick?” I asked with a grin. “I’m used to banging in all types of places. If dick riding was a sport, I’d be a gold medalist.”

He chuckled. The raspy sound shot straight to my semi-hard erection.

“So I’ll ask you again.” I walked until I was right in front of him. “What do you want?”

The humor fled his gaze, and that hunger returned. “You. In this shower. Now.”

Excited chills erupted on my flesh. I couldn’t get in that shower fast enough. Right as I stepped beneath the water, Mason tugged me to his chest and claimed my lips, just like I hoped he’d claim the rest of me.

His dick swelled against my stomach, full and heavy, and mine hardened more in response.

“Are you sure this is okay?” he whispered.

“Do I have to spell it out for you?” I nipped at his bottom lip. “I want the D. Your D specifically.”

He released another raspy chuckle. “I’ve never met anyone like you.”

“That’s ’cause thereisno one like me.”

“Ain’t that the damn truth.”

I moaned as his mouth slammed back to mine. Reaching between us, I stroked his dick, loving his soft groan. A big dick.