Page 53 of Gray

He emitted the sexiest moan before slanting his lips over mine and kissing me. As he pumped his hips back and forth, those moans continued, some soft and others kind of gruff. A lot of the guys I had banged were so quiet during sex. But this ex-special forces Marine wanted me to know how much he was enjoying it. There was honestly nothing hotter.

“Have you ever fucked bareback before?” I asked, arching into him.

“No.” He nuzzled my neck and snapped his hips forward. “Holy fucking shit, you feel so good, Gray.”

Holding up my weight, he slammed into me over and over, teeth grazing my neck and fingertips digging into my hips. Feeling small wasn’t anything new for me, but there was something about being railed against the wall by a guy two times my size that made me feel so tiny in comparison. I loved it.

He made me feel protected. Safe.

Warm.

“Mason,” I moaned as his thick cock brushed against that magical spot inside me. “I’m… so close.”

“That’s it.” He peppered kisses on my brow as his fingers wrapped around my shaft and stroked. “Come for me.”

I came hard, my entire body shuddering. It was so intense I felt it from head to toe, every muscle quaking as my ass clenched around him. A deep grunt left him as his stomach muscles tightened. His thrusts faltered right before heat filled me, his cock pulsing.

“Fuck,” he groaned, riding the waves of his release.

I kissed him, swirling my tongue against his. He emitted a low whimper as the last of his orgasm rolled through him.

He held me there afterward, both of us breathing roughly. I held more of his weight as he slumped forward, resting his forehead on the top of my shoulder. When he pulled out of me, some of his cum drizzled out of my ass and ran down my leg.

“Big load for a big guy,” I said, my lids getting heavy.

Mason smiled, and my heart skipped a beat at the shyness of it. It was an expression I hadn’t seen from him before. Gently, he placed me back down, and my knees wobbled, causing him to come right back up against me. Yeah, he was protective.

“I liked when you called me angel,” I said.

He averted his gaze. “It kind of slipped out.”

I rose up on my tiptoes and pressed our lips together. He returned my kiss, and it was slow. Tender. I basked in the afterglow, my body sated. My soul felt more at peace too.

The moment would’ve been perfect had it not been for the sudden onslaught of freezing cold water on my back.

I squealed and jumped away from the stream. Mason spun away from it too and crashed into me on the other side of the tub, both of us crammed against the farthest wall out of reach of the evil water.

And then we started laughing. Hard. We hopped out of the tub, and he shut off the faucet before handing me a puffy towel.

“At least the water waited until we finished,” I said, running the towel over my dripping wet hair. My eyes were getting heavier and heavier by the second.

“Thank god for small favors.”

Mason wrapped a towel around his hips before sliding his arms came around me. He kissed me lightly on the mouth. He’d hinted that it was only a hookup, yet the softness of his kiss and his gentle touches told me otherwise.

“Sleep soon,”Sloth told me.

“Yeah, yeah. I know.”

My lips slowed on his even more as my body got that heavy, groggy feeling.

Without me needing to tell him, Mason picked me up, cradled me to his chest, and carried me from the bathroom.

“We… gotta get… back home.” I yawned. “Al’s gonna be mad.”

It would be dark soon, and he hated when I wasn’t home by then.

“Alastair can deal.” Mason laid me down in the bed and brought the blanket up to cover me. “Another hour won’t hurt.”