Page 111 of Six Years
“Am I?” I glide my palm over his growing erection outside of his pants, then slide my hand up and sneak it underneath his shirt to feel his abs. Why does he have to have such great abs? I mean, I’m not bad off myself, but I like his more.
Grey kisses me while I discover his torso with both of my hands, burning every inch of his body into my memory like I’m not already all too familiar with it.
He groans into my mouth when I rest my hands on his ass, giving it a firm squeeze as I pull him closer to me. I then run my hands over the back of his thighs as his mouth tentatively moves against mine.
To think that the guy who’s standing between my legs is all mine is still very much surreal to me. The Luan from a few years ago who was sure he’d end up with Grey Davis, yet still didn’t know if it was just a fantasy or would ever be reality, would be crying with joy right now. I still might.
I honestly can’t tell you what comes over me, but my next words even shock me a little. “I want to be the only one you’ve ever fucked in this room, Grey Davis.”
Grey chuckles and moves to kiss me again, slow at first, but in a blink of an eye, our kiss turns lustful, wanting. He pushes his tongue into my mouth, deepens our kiss more than I expected him to. And then he pulls away to look at me like he’s only now realizing what I’ve said.
I know this guy was sexually active, likereallyactive, and I feel bad enough that he doesn’t get as much sex as he’s used to when I’m not around, and still not nearly as much even when we’re together, but even so, he hasn’t once complained to me about it. Not in aseriousway. We FaceTime a lot, daily, and almost every other day we end up jerking off together, but it’s not the same.
I’ve never asked him for sex either because, while it might be something Grey loves, sex and I have never been really good with each other. Sure, Ilovesex withGreybut it’s not like I need it. I’m happy without it, he knows that, which is why his reaction doesn’t really surprise me.
“You sure? Because I think you just want to slide into a slot of my life that hasn’t been given away yet, and if that’s the case, Luan, we shouldn’t do this. I don’t want to feed some part of you that we both know should be starved instead.”
My narcissism, got it. “While I do find comfort and a little ping of victory in the fact that I’d be the first and only one, it’s not about that,” I say. “I’m horny, man. My boyfriend has been gone for months and, believe it or not, I doreallywant you to fuck me. I wouldn’t care if we’re in my bedroom, yours, a hotel, or the fucking sea, I want you, Grey Davis. Right fucking now.”
“Okay.” He brings his hands to the bottom of my shirt, tugging it up. I lift my arms and he pulls it over my head, leaving my torso exposed.
“You should probably lock the door though…” The last thing we need is his father walking in here—why he ever would—and catch his son balls deep inside of me. Though, that would definitely beaway of breaking the news to his homophobic father.
“I did the second we got here.” Grey removes his own shirt, tossing both of our shirts over to his desk chair.
I get off the bed, laying my hands on my boyfriend’s hips and pull him right into mine, attaching my lips to his as if that’s exactly where they belong. Maybe it is.
Pushing my tongue into his mouth, tasting him with long, slow strokes as I take my time savoring each kiss we share. He might be in control of our kisses most of the time, but not right now. Right now, I’m going to drag this out as long as I possibly can, even though I probably shouldn’t.
Every attempt of Grey’s to touch me is denied by me swatting his hands away each time he tries to lay them on me. At some point, he lets out the softest fucking whimper I haveeverheard.
My hands slide down his smooth, naked torso and I allow myself to enjoy the feeling of every ripple like I’ve never touched Grey before in my life.
Once my hands reach the hem of his pants, I push them down his legs and he steps out of them, kicking them into some corner but I don’t think he cares much. I turn us around, then start kissing his neck, sucking on his skin ever so lightly but I don’t leave any marks, though I wish I could.
Grey lets out yet another whimper when he tries to lay his hands onto my stomach to touch me and I swat his hand away.
“Let me touch you,” he groans madly, frustrated.
I shake my head. “Not yet.”
I kiss over his collarbones, down his chest as I aim to go even lower, but I make a quick detour and suck one of his nipples into my mouth.
The lower I go, kissing every inch of his gorgeous muscles, the shakier his exhales become. When I push him to sit on the edge of his bed and I kneel between his knees, he might as well be barely breathing.
Grey lifts his hips as I hook my fingers into his boxers and tug on the fabric. I slide them down his legs, throwing the boxers somewhere behind me.
Once he sits naked before me, I allow myself a moment to admire him. My eyes travel from his handsome face, down his neck, his pecs. And after they find that perfectly defined V, pointing right to where I know he wants my mouth, my eyes land on his hard cock.
“I was going to suck you off, but now I no longer think that’s necessary,” I say and take in his heavy, full balls.
“Try me.”
I smirk up at him through my lashes. “You just want my mouth on your dick.”
Grey nods, then reaches a hand into my hair to guide me right toward his thick, hard cock. “I do, but I want to be inside you about twice as bad.”
With a chuckle rolling off my tongue, I lean forward and lick the head of his cock, then wrap my hand around the length of him. Grey hisses in response, the hand in my hair tightens right away.
