Page 19 of The Seascape Between Us

Then, before I could say anything else or walk away, Grey was backing me into the wall, his hands grasping my hips and his mouth devouring mine.

I should have pushed him away and walked out… but I didn’t want to.

Nearly two decades had passed since the last time we’d kissed. We were different people now, and the feel of his mouth drawing on mine was different and new and yet achingly familiar at the same time.

He pressed closer to me, his body pinning me to the wall. The solid weight and strength of his frame tight against my own, hisgrasping fingers twisting in my shirt while his mouth hungrily fed from mine, turned my insides hot and weak all at once. My legs felt rubbery beneath me. I might have melted to the floor like a puddle of warm wax if not for Grey trapping me against the wall.

My cock started to swell. A little groan rumbled from the back of my throat, and almost without thought, my hands flew to his waist and dragged him closer.

I should stop this. Whatever Grey was doing—slumming it again like that summer seventeen years ago, messing with my head for his own amusement—I should stop this. We had way more at stake this time. We were business partners. The hotel, the people who worked here, they were all depending on us.

Grey dragged his mouth from mine, and for a long moment, neither of us spoke while we struggled to bring our rapid breathing under control. While the kiss had ended, neither of us had let go of the other. I could feel the heat from his body seeping into my own, even through our clothes, and at that moment, I would have given anything to lose the clothes between us and feel his skin moving against mine.

“What are we doing?” Grey whispered.

“I don’t know.” I refrained from pointing out that he’d started it. After all, as bad a decision as this was, I hadn’t pushed him away.

“I don’t want to stop,” Grey said.

“Me either,” I admitted, and I lowered my mouth to his and picked up where we’d left off.

God, he tasted good—different from when we’d been kids, when he'd always tasted of mint gum. Now, his flavor was richer, with traces of coffee and something that was allhim. In the past seventeen years, I’d never met anyone I liked to kiss as much as Grey. I was fairly certain I could spend my life standing righthere in this hotel room with Grey’s mouth on mine and I’d die a very happy man.

Grey’s hips rolled against mine, dragging his swollen cock over my own, the friction feeding into my growing need.

“Oh God, I’d forgotten how good you looked when we fucked,” Grey murmured between trailing nibbling kisses down the column of my throat. His voice shivered over my skin. “How hazy and needy you get.”

I probably should have been embarrassed by the things he was saying to me, and later I probably would be, but right then, Ididfeel hazy and needy, and I wanted more.

My hands slid down over his ass, and I dragged him closer against me, rubbing my erection against his while his hands slid under my t-shirt and over my stomach. His fingers trailed across my chest, fingernails lightly scraping my nipples and sending another shiver rippling through me before he grasped the waistband of my jeans.

“Is this okay?” he asked, fingers gripping the top button of my fly.

I swallowed hard, my throat surprisingly dry, and nodded. “Yeah, it’s good. You?”

“Oh, yeah.”

He pulled open my fly, shoved my underwear down and wrapped his fingers around my cock. I couldn’t stop the whimper that slipped from between my lips as his hand slid up and down my length.

Fuck, it had beensolong. Not just without Grey, but in general. I wouldn’t last long.

I opened Grey’s suit pants, not just so I could jerk him off too, but to give me something else to focus on besides the blindingly good sensation of his hold on my dick. Almost on autopilot, I slid my hand inside his underwear and began stroking. I felt him shudder against me.

“I’m going to come,” I gasped.

“Good, I want you to. Go ahead, come for me.”

He kissed me again, hard and furious, desperate and hungry, and I exploded in his hand, the power of my orgasm nearly stealing the strength from my legs. Without Grey’s hold on me, I might have crumpled to the floor.

I’d completely lost my rhythm while stroking Grey, but it didn’t seem to matter. He followed me over the edge a few seconds later, his cum spilling over my hand.

I leaned back against the wall, and Grey collapsed against my chest, and for just an instant, I let myself give in to the moment, pulling him closer with my free hand and holding him against me.

We stayed there together for what seemed like an endless amount of time, waiting for our breathing to return to normal, our heart rates to slow down. It was probably just minutes, but I didn’t want it to end. God, I’d missed him.

As if by some extra-sensory intuition, I knew exactly when the moment ended. I felt Grey stiffen in my arms. As I tensed, I let the arm holding him fall to my side once again.

Grey leaned back and smirked. “I guess webothneeded that.”

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