Page 55 of The Seascape Between Us

“Oh no you don’t,” Grey said, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. I opened my eyes and locked gazes with him. His face was inches from my dick, but his dark eyes held mine. “No overthinking tonight. Stay with me.”

Before I could agree, he dipped his head and traced the length of my cock with the tip of his tongue, still holding my gaze.

“Fuck,” I gasped. Tipping my head back, I tried to lift my hips to follow his mouth, but his grip held me in place.

“I love looking at you like this,” he murmured, then mouthed my balls, sucking each one into his hot, wet mouth.

My toes curled into the mattress. My cock was straining, desperate for some kind of attention.

“Please.” I needed him to touch me, suck me, any relief. Instead, Grey continued his relentless torture, licking and sucking my balls. Maybe it was better that he was ignoring my cock. I was so on edge, surely, I’d explode the minute his lips wrapped around me.

“Tell me,” he said. The edge of command in his voice lit me up like a Christmas tree. “Tell me how much you want that.”

“So much,” I groaned. God help me, I did want it. Naked in this bed for him to take, to use, to care for. I wanted all the things he described.

“It’s all I want for you.” He licked up my cock again, and I let out a low whine. “Knowing you’re safe and happy. Well rested, well fed, and well fucked.” He gripped my legs behind my knees and pushed them up to my chest, leaving me spread wide,exposed. My skin burned hot under his gaze, and need ate at me, devouring me from the inside out.

He leaned closer, his warm breath whispering against my hole just before his tongue traced my tight ring.

“Oh god, please. Yes, please,” I begged. My brain had completely abandoned my body, and all that remained was jangled nerve endings, frizzed and shooting sparks like exposed wire. I existed in a bubble of sensation while Grey’s tongue pushed into my hole, fucking in and out of me.

Grey eased back from my body, and I tried to ask him to stay close, but I could only form a pathetic whimper.

I heard him rustling in the nightstand drawer beside his bed and cracked an eye open as he took out condoms and lube.

“Don’t.” My voice rasped like I’d been gargling gravel, and Grey’s eyes shot to mine. “I haven’t been with anyone since the last time I was tested. I’m clean.”

“I haven’t either. There hasn’t been anyone but you since I came back to The Square. Are you sure?”

I wanted to feel him bare inside me. I wanted him to paint my insides with his cum, to claim me, to be his. I didn’t say any of that. Instead, I nodded. “I’m sure.”

The smile that lit his face made my chest ache. He settled between my legs again and poured the lube over two fingers before he slipped them inside me. I tipped my head back and let out a low moan, closing my eyes.

Grey’s hand stilled. “Too much?”

“No.” I shook my head. “Keep going. Please.” Shit, I sounded needy even to my own ears, but if Grey noticed, he didn’t let on. He kept working me open, driving me half out of my mind. Finally, he slipped his fingers free, hooked my legs over his arms and rolled me back onto my shoulders, lifting my ass up and leaving me exposed and at his mercy.

He positioned his cock at my entrance and sank into me with exquisite slowness, stealing the breath from my lungs. Despite his careful preparations, his girth stretched me, burned deliciously, but in the best possible way. The feel of him bare inside me, hot skin sliding against my inner walls fueled my already mindless need.

Once he was fully in position, he paused, giving me a moment to adjust—which didn’t take long. I started to shift and wriggle, urging him to move, but with my legs draped over his arms, I couldn’t gain purchase. Grey set the pace, and I was just along for the ride.

He finally started rolling his hips, thrusting slow and deep. I keened, trying to arch up to take him deeper, but the position he had held me in wouldn’t allow it. Grey took the hint though, increasing his speed until he was pounding into me.

He adjusted his angle, nailing my prostate with every thrust, driving me out of my head. I chanted his name like an incantation, begging for more, but I wasn’t even sure what I was begging for.

“Make yourself cum,” he whispered, his voice breathless and strained. My hand shot to my cock, but rather than stroke myself, I squeezed to hold back the orgasm barreling closer. I didn’t want this to end too fast.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to hold back for long. I could feel Grey’s pace turning erratic, his rhythm starting to falter. He was as desperate to cum as I was.

I stroked myself to match his relentless rhythm, and within moments, I was coming over my hand and across my stomach. I clamped down on his cock, and Grey tipped his head back and groaned. Wet heat flooded my channel, painting my insides, branding me as his.

Finally, he collapsed onto me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight to my chest.

“Good, so good for me,” Grey murmured, kissing the underside of my jaw.

Warmth flooded my chest, and I squeezed him tighter. “Right back at’cha.”

My voice sounded low and hoarse and not like me at all. Grey lifted up enough that he could look at my face, and he smiled down at me. “You okay?”

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