Page 85 of Six Years
“It would be worth it.” He lowers his hips, pressing his erection against my body. If I can feel his, I don’t doubt he can feel mine.
I shake my head. “You say that now, and in a few moments when you feel like you’re dying, you’ll regret it. I don’t want you to regret our first time together.”
“Okay.” He presses his lips back to mine, sweeter this time, softer. He does grind against me though, so I’m not sure hisokayis to be taken seriously.
“Grey,” I groan and wrap my arms around his neck to pull him closer. “You didn’t ask me to be your boyfriend yet.”
I can feel him smile against my lips. I love smiley-Grey, happiness is a great look on him, but I love the frowny-Grey even more.
“What if I want you to ask me?”
No way. “You’d reject me for the sole purpose of playing with me. My ego wouldn’t survive that.”
His lips brush mine once again, his hips still moving, causing me to get harder and harder. “I think your ego would survive just about anything, baby.”
I. Hate. Him. So much.
“Fine,” I grit out, reaching a hand between our bodies to lay it onto his dick just to stop him from moving. He sucks in a sharp breath. “Will you be my boyfriend, Grey Davis?” Do people even still ask this question? Is it outdated now, and people get together all magically?
“No, but thank you for asking.”
I squeeze his balls almost hard enough to make him yelp. With my lips brushing his, I say, “If you don’t say yes right now, I will squeeze again and harder this time.”
For a split second I think he’s contemplating it. Trying to figure out whether I’m lying or not. I’m not lying. I’ll cut off his entire dick if I have to.
“I mean, okay, I guess. I can be your boyfriend.”
I know he’s not being serious when he’s acting all unbothered, but it does hurt a little anyway. Maybe it’s the part in my brain thinking he doesn’t like me nearly as much as I want him to, the part in my brain that now tells me to sayanythingthat would make him fall for me harder, but I bite my tongue.
I willnotruin this.
I willnotruin this.
I willnotruinus.
Us. Jesus. We’re anus. Grey and me.
The thought breaks free my smile, so wide it makes myboyfriendroll his eyes at me.
I press my lips to Grey’s again, over and over again and while I’m kissing him, I push my hand into his pants and wrap it around his thick, hard cock.
Fuck it, right? A handjob is okay. It won’t exhaust him too much, and if it does, he can sleep it off.
Having made up my mind about this, I give him one long stroke, watching as Grey closes his eyes and opens his mouth, silently moaning a little.
“It’s only going to be a handjob, you’re not getting anything else,” I warn. Though is it a warning?
“Okay,” he breathes out, now leaning his forehead down to mine. “Do I get to return the favor?”
“If you still feel like it.”
Chapter 7
“and you won’t find no one that’s better / ‘cause I’m right for you”—Die For You by The Weeknd
March 2025
If I still feel like it?I amdyingto get my mouth on him.
