Page 49 of From Coast to Coast

“You didn’t think this was possible for two guys,” he clarifies. I nod. “It’s possible. You just have to hold your legs a little differently than you’re probably used to.”

He reaches a hand down to trail his fingertips along the underside of my thigh. My mind is a little bit blownright now. I’ve always thought this was logistically impossible and yet here we are, two guys about to have good old-fashioned missionary.

“Well, carry on, then,” I instruct, excited.

He goes slowly—pushing inside a tiny bit at a time, fully aware I want him but making me wait for it. Edging me, even now. The second his pelvis meets my ass, I groan. Even though we just did this, I can’t get over how it feels to have him inside me.

“How do I—can you go deeper?”

I don’t even know what it is I want, exactly, I just know I want more. More Grayson, more time, more of this. More, more, more.

He gives a few gentle thrusts as he kisses my neck, making sure I’m good and stretched. Satisfied that he’s not going to hurt me, he gives one final nip to the underside of my jaw and sits up. Grayson pulls out before gripping my hips and sliding me across the bed toward him. Desire zings down my spine at the way he just manhandled me like it was nothing.Christ, that is so sexy.

I’m still on my back, but my lower body is raised and resting in his lap where he’s kneeling between my legs. A little perplexed, I stare at my feet. Grayson situates himself back onto all fours, hands planted near my shoulders, and all of a sudden, I understand. With most of my weight on my upper back and shoulders, my ass is pointing upward; he’ll be able to drive down into me.

I can still see my feet, which throws me off for some reason, so I tuck them around Grayson as he reaches to guide himself back inside. It’s one smooth glide and he’s bottomed out. The second he starts moving—hips lifting and drivingslowly into me, pushing me deeper into the mattress—I light up inside.Oh my god, yes. Fucking yes.

“Holy shit. This feels so fucking good,” I tell him, and am rewarded with more forceful thrusts and Grayson grunting in my ear. He’s looped one arm around the back of my neck, pillowing my head, and has his face tucked into my neck. I can feel his stubble and his arm hair and his dick wrecking my insides all at once. I’m going to blow my load in fucking seconds.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” I groan, my hands scrambling to find some part of him that I can hold on to.

I last longer than seconds, but not by much. Everything is sensory overload, from the way he’s nailing my prostate to the way the room smells like Grayson and sex. I hold out as long as I can, but eventually paint my stomach and chest with cum, my load exploding out of me as Grayson continues to fuck me.

He moves faster after that, thrusting harder and deeper inside of me each time. I’m pretty sure I’m still talking—mumbling incoherent praise about how insanely good I feel—but the brain-to-mouth disconnect is gone. All I can do is bury a hand in Grayson’s hair, hook the other around the back of his thigh, and hold on for dear life.

I know he’s wearing a condom, but when he comes, all I visualize is his load filling me up; dripping out when he pulls away. Fuck, but I want that. I want him to own me.

I can tell he wants to collapse on top of me, but I also know that if he does that while we’re in this position, it will probably break my back. Grayson, ever aware of how much bigger he is than everyone else, slides his arm carefully from under my head and pushes himself back to a kneeling position. He looks a little wild: hair a sweaty mess, pupils blownwide, and chest flushed with exertion. I smile up at him and he returns it, smoothing his palms lovingly down my thighs.

It hurts when he slides out of me and lowers my hips back to the bed, but it’s the kind of hurt that makes me want more. I want to take a power nap and do it all over again.

Grayson leaves the bed, standing next to the mattress and running a hand through his hair as he pulls a packet of wipes out of the bedside table.

“Oh, thank god,” I sigh, closing my eyes and stretching my arms out. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to move too far.”

“Just stay there,” he replies, smiling. “I’ll be right back.”

I sit up as he steps into the bathroom to get rid of the condom, and reach for the wipes. I’m sweaty enough to warrant a full shower, but since I plan on having an all-night fuck-fest, there’s no need to waste the water. Grayson is quick with the condom disposal and walking back toward me less than a minute later. I really want to ask him if he’d be okay to do without it next time, but wrangle the words back. That isnotthe sort of thing casual partners should ask for.

When he reaches the side of the bed, he puts a hand on the top of my head and threads his fingers through my hair. I like the way it feels, and I really like the look in his eyes as he does it: fond and a little bit proprietary. He’s looking at me like he owns me.

“Gray?”

“Mm?” He drops his hand and crawls back up beside me, lying down on his back.

“How do you feel about a quick nap—maybe some electrolytes—and then we do that again?”

He laughs, and I curse myself for not being snuggled upto him in a way that I’d have been able to feel the rumble in his chest.

“You read my mind,” he answers, shifting a little bit until his head is on a pillow. I stay sitting up, watching him. Would it be weird to tuck myself in beside him? Fucking is one thing, but cuddling is another. The last time we did this, I left long before this particular conundrum occurred. Grayson stares at me, a heavy, sated look in the steady blue of his eyes. I really love the color of his eyes.

“Are you going to sleep sitting up?” he asks, and then casually lays an arm across the bed in wordless invitation.

I throw myself down beside him so hastily, my cheeks burn.Smooth, Remy. Very smooth.

It’s easy to let go of the embarrassment when his arm curls around me and pulls my face down to lie where his shoulder meets his chest. I’m feeling small again, curled up beside him. I smile wide enough that he can feel it against his skin.

“What?”

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