Why was he the one always taking care of me? Shouldn’t it have been the other way around? Every time I found myself on the receiving end of his sexual attentions, I lost my fucking mind with pleasure and had almost no brain cells left to realize how one-sided it was.
“What do you want? What will make you feel good?” I asked, even if the answer was obvious. I didn’t want to assume he was happy topping, even though it seemed like we’d naturally gravitated toward the idea. “I want to take care of you too.”
“Ells,” he said with a laugh. “Fucking you will definitely make me feel good. I’ve wanted to sink into this ass for a long, long time. Let me do this and stop worrying.”
I was embarrassed by his laughter because I already felt so vulnerable and unsure of myself, but I trusted him. He was forthright enough to stand up for what he wanted, and he’d never shied away from commanding me when he felt like it.
Grey thrust his cock against mine before reaching down to stroke us together. We kissed again, searching each other’s mouths and dueling tongues until he moved his fingers down along my balls to the tender skin behind them. I spread my legs even more and made a sound of invitation. I craved his touch. The aggressive way his hands took charge of me was so different from any of the women I’d been with. Even the most confident woman I’d slept with had never gone there. Grey’s fingers finally brushed across my hole. I instinctively clenched and felt my face ignite.
“Shh,” he said with another chuckle, this time against my throat. “It’s okay. It’s all okay. Stop thinking you’re going to do something wrong. It’s just us here. No one will know if you do something weird.”
“You’ll know,” I said, moving my arm to hide my face.
“Mm, but everything you do turns me on.” He reached for the little bottle of lube and poured some onto his hand. I peeked past my arm to watch him. I was fascinated by his familiarity with the process when it was all so new for me, and incredibly excited by it.
His eyes met mine again before his slick fingers landed on my hole. I sucked in a breath and tensed, which made him laugh again.
“You’re awfully giggly,” I said, covering my face again.
“I’m in bed with the sexiest man I know. Sue me for being giddy about it.”
I moved my arm. “You don’t have to make shit up. I’m sure you’ve slept with hotter guys.” I wasn’t fishing for compliments as much as stating facts. Hell, I’d even seen photos of him online with other men, guys who looked like fashion models.
“I’ve slept with hot guys, yes. But never anyone as hot as you, as engaging as you, as tempting as you.” As he spoke, he moved his fingers gently between my ass cheeks until the sensation finally hit the pleasure center of my brain.
I threw my head back and let out a long, broken sound. “Oh, god. Oh fucking Christ. Grey, fuck.”
The rumbled chuckle filled the room again. “This is going to be fun.”
“Fun” might not have been the word I would have chosen. It was filthy, dizzying, and life-changing. Grey’s fingers erased any remaining doubts I might have had about my sexuality. When he began fingering me for real, inserting one, then two, then three of his thick digits inside me, I writhed with unrestrained greed beneath him, begging and hissing for more. He’d introduced me to the joy of prostate stimulation, and I was a convert. I wanted his thick dick to press against it as he fucked me.
My head swam with the fog of need as my body built up to its release. Grey murmured words of encouragement and praise in my ear as he worked me loose enough to take him. By the time he donned the condom, I was a puddle of sweat and precum.
“Sexy as fuck,” Grey murmured, gazing at me like I wasn’t a flushed, damp mess. “Never wanted anything more.”
His words made my heart throw itself against the cage of my ribs like a teenaged fan who’s just spotted her favorite rock star, but I knew it was just sex talk. He wasn’t declaring feelings. He was talking about fucking.
Which was fine with me. I wanted the fucking just as much, if not more. I was beyond ready for him.
“Please,” I said for the millionth time.
He reached for one of the pillows beside my head, exposing the sexy armpit hair I’d already snuck several sniffs of. For some reason, I was completely drawn to his pits, so much so that I’d moved stealthily across the bed the night before to stick my nose in his while he slept.
It wasn’t weird if no one saw. At least, that was my motto.
Grey shoved the pillow under my ass until it was propped in the air like a car on jacks. Before I could squeak out a complaint, he shot me a look. “You’ll be more comfortable this way.”
I bit my tongue and trusted him. Sure enough, when he lined his cock up with my hole, it was the perfect angle. I hated the reminder he’d done this many times before, but at the same time, his competence was a total turn-on. After several tense moments of him taking it slow and reminding me to relax, he finally pushed inside and began to thrust slowly. My entire body was strung tight as a bow, expecting pain, expecting a burn, but it didn’t come. It took me a minute to realize I was okay. Then I grinned up at him.
He laughed again. “You’re killing me.”
I squeezed around him in reflex, and he groaned, dropping his face down until his forehead was against my neck. His hips pulsed in and out, trying to get deeper inside me. When he finally thrust harder, I felt that same intense wave of sensation as I had when he’d fingered my gland. My fingers clutched his arms and then scrambled to wrap around his back as if pulling him closer would repeat that incredible sensation.
“More,” I choked.
Grey kissed me again, savagely, before picking up the pace of his thrusts. I heard the squelch of lube and the soft grunts coming from Grey, the slap of our skin together and my ragged breathing. The room was full of the smell of us, sweat and sex, and I was drunk on it all.
“Grey,” I said on a gasp, reaching for my dick. I needed to come, I needed to crest the building wave.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Want you to come. Just like that. You feel so fucking good. Come for me.”
I stroked and squeezed as I focused all my attention on the incredible release building inside me. Sensations hit me from so many places, I felt overwhelmed in the best way. Just as Grey began to roar, I felt the climax hit me hard. My muscles contracted for a split second before letting go in a delicious flood of mind-numbing surrender.
Grey’s body pushed tightly into me, and the warm liquid of my own release landed on my chest and belly. Aftershocks hit me one after the other until I lay there, still and brainless.
After a few moments, I looked down at Grey, whose head rested on my chest. I ran my fingers through his damp hair and down over his shoulders to the arm he had stretched across me. “Holy fuck,” I breathed.
“Mm.”
We didn’t need to say more. In fact, I didn’t want us to say more. I was too afraid any more words between us would fuck everything up. Grey must have felt the same way because he got up without a word and returned with a warm, wet cloth to help clean me up.
Then he climbed back into bed and gathered me in his arms. I chose not to make a snarky comment about snuggles and aftercare. Instead, I lay there enjoying every minute of postcoital bliss.