Page 48 of From Coast to Coast

“Put your hands on the bed and keep them there,” he says, while giving my other nipple some attention. Without even thinking about it, I put my hands on the bed so quickly they make a littlethump. Grayson chuckles, the motherfucker. “Don’t move,” he reminds me.

Slowly, he works his way down my body. The contrast between the soft, cool touch of his lips and the rough scratchof his stubble has me losing my mind. Every inch of skin he touches feels like he lit it on fire.

“Stay still,” he reminds me, when my hips jerk upward at the burn of stubble against my inner thigh. I curse under my breath, clenching my fingers in the sheet.

By the time he’s adequately tasted every inch of skin he can reach with me on my back, he finally moves to where my dick is lying heavy and leaking on my stomach. He gives me one long lick, like he’s eating an ice cream cone, and my eyes practically roll to the back of my head. He hums as he puts his mouth around me, sucking gently. As though he knows what I’m about to do, he places a hand flat on my stomach to keep me from thrusting upward.

The blowjob is slow, almost languid, as though he has no interest in trying to get to the finish line but is happy to linger here at the start. I’m panting and feeling distinctly hot when his fingers slide into my crease and start massaging my hole. By the time he slips a lubed finger inside me, my own fingers are so twisted up in the bedsheet that I’ve lost all feeling in my hands.

Because apparently it’s the name of the game tonight, Grayson takes his sweet time stretching me. He avoids my prostate like the plague until a second digit joins the first; then, he starts rubbing on my gland in earnest while he deepthroats my cock. I’m seconds away from coming when he pulls off completely, lapping gently at the precum that’s steadily leaking out of me. He’s obviously trying to kill me.

My orgasm ebbs and somehow he’s able to read that, because this is the moment he chooses to repeat the process. My dick is bumping the back of his throat and he swallows around me, fingers moving rapidly across my prostate and sending electric shocks through my nervoussystem. I’m honestly not sure which is better—the fullness or the way it feels to have his mouth on me. I’m there, right fucking there, when he pulls off again. This time, he completely removes his fingers as well, and the sound that comes out of my mouth is little more than a whimper. If I thought I could manage it, I’d put a foot on his chest and shove him off the bed. He laughs, a low, sexy rumble, as though he knows exactly which route my thoughts have taken.

When I’d thought to myself that I wanted to spend all night with him, I hadn’t meant onforeplay.

“Doing all right?” he asks, a sly little lilt to his voice. I manage to lift my head up just enough to glare at him. He’s lying alongside me, arm thrown casually over my midsection and a pleased grin on his stupid, smug face.

“You are aware that the whole point of having sex is to actually come, right?”

His grin widens. “Oh, you’ll come.” Leaning down, he kisses the side of my hip. The tickle of stubble across my overly sensitive skin has me biting back a moan. “But not until I say you can.”

With that, he pushes up onto all fours and crawls up to me. Hoping that he’s forgotten his early order to keep my hands on the bed, I reach up and cup his face to yank him down for a kiss. I kiss the hell out of him—taking things from zero to blistering and rocking my hips upward to rub my dick against his.

I rut against him, pressure flaring low in my pelvis. He pushes back from me, breaking our kiss, and I curse.

“Gray, fucking hell, what is?—"

He cuts me off with another kiss, his lips still pulled up into a smile as he does it.

“You don’t enjoy edging?” he asks, peppering small kisses to my body as he moves steadily down the bed.

“Is that what you’re doing?” I lift my head again, heart rate slowly descending back to normal. He smiles another lopsided grin and I drop my head back to the mattress, groaning. “Holy hell. How much more do I have to endure before you take pity on a man?”

“Poor baby,” he murmurs, head lowered so he can lick at the crease of my groin.

“I hope you aren’t expecting me to be an active participant for the rest of the proceedings. I lost all motor control forty-five minutes ago.”

He laughs, sitting up and cupping the back of my knees to pull my legs up and apart. I notice he already has a condom on, which goes to show just how blissed out I was. Distantly, I wonder if I’ll be expected to move from my boneless sprawl and how I’ll manage it. My muscles have been edged to uselessness.

But Grayson comes to me, lowering himself carefully onto me until we are chest to chest. I put my hands on his shoulders, noting how tense he is. I’d thought I was taking all of his weight, but apparently not.

“Christ, you are big,” I mutter, thumbs kneading gently into his muscles. He makes me feel small which I like far more than I would have guessed. It should feel emasculating to be the smaller, weaker partner. Maybe a little bit frightening.

But it’s not. Being with Grayson is easy and safe. Addicting. Instead of feeling like I’ve fulfilled my sexual exploration, each time I’m with Grayson I want more. I want a lot more than I have any right to ask for.

“Too big?” he asks, already lifting himself off of me andglancing down between us as though trying to ascertain that my rib cage hasn’t been crushed.

Instead of answering, I keep him from moving too far away by holding his hips down and distracting him with my mouth on his chest. Sighing, he lowers back down enough that I don’t have to strain my neck to kiss him. Chest hair against my lips is yet another thing I’m surprised to find is sexy. My erection, which had started to flag a bit during our brief intermission, perks back up.

Grayson pushes my legs back with his knees as he plants himself more firmly on the bed. Taking the hint, I bring my knees back, not really sure where this is going, but willing to trust in whatever he has in mind.

The first press of his cock through my entrance has me gasping in surprise. Grayson, misinterpreting this as pain, freezes. I latch my hands onto his hips before he can go shooting off the bed in alarm.

“Sorry, sorry,” I say, wanting to reassure him. “I was just surprised. I didn’t realize we’d be able to do this.”

“I thought youwantedto do this?” he asks, looking properly confused. The scrunch in his dark brows is adorable.

“No, I mean…I didn’t realize we could have sex like this.” His puzzlement slowly morphs into delight, eyes lighting up as he figures out what I mean. I flush a little bit, embarrassed. One would think—given my one-track mind where Grayson is concerned—that I might have taken the time to educate myself on all the ways two men can bang.

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