Page 44 of The Seascape Between Us

I felt him shiver against me, and then, in a slow, fluid movement, he knelt between my parted legs, looked up at me and smirked. “Like this?”

“Holy fuck,” I whispered, the sight of him sinking easily to his knees and going straight to my already aching cock.

“Get undressed. I’ll lock the door,” I told him.

With a curt nod, he straightened and pulled his shirt over his head before shimmying out of his jeans and underwear while I stood, crossed the room, and turned the lock. As I made my way back to the Daniel, I unbuttoned my shirt and slid it over my shoulders, dropping it to the floor, then kicked off my shoes before I opened my pants and shoved them down along with my underwear. Daniel watched, his gaze bright and hungry as I sat back in the chair behind the desk, then wheeled it closer to him, until he was back between my spread legs, my dick inches from his mouth.

He licked his lips, and my brain nearly whited out.

With one hand, I tangled my fingers in Daniel’s hair and tugged his head down to my cock gripped in my other hand, and slowly I fed it to him, pushing the head past his lips. His mouth closed around me, molten hot. He sucked me down, his cheeks hollowing, his nose pressed to my skin before he slid back up and then swallowed me down again.

His head rose and fell between my legs, his hand gripping my thighs for balance. Everything inside me pulled tight. I didn’t know how much longer I could last, but I wanted the sensation to go on forever.

He looked up at me, then. Those eyes the color of the ocean on a bright sunny day, soft and fuzzy, met mine, sending a sharp ache through me, and I nearly came right then. I held off, but just barely.

There was something absolutely stunning about Daniel’s hard broad frame, naked and on his knees, his dick jutting up, pre-cum dripping from its tip. The sight alone was enough to drive me half out of my mind.

“I want to fuck you so badly,” I murmured, unable to tear my gaze away from Daniel’s hazy eyes.

He pulled off my cock with a pop.

“Bottom drawer at the back,” he rasped, his voice rough and wrecked and filling me with a strange possessive pride.

I reached down, opened the drawer he’d mentioned and felt around the drawer until my grasping fingers found condoms and lube.

“Up,” I told him, moving my laptop from the desk to the floor and clearing space for him. He stood, and I pressed my hand to his back, gently bending him over the desk until I was level with his ass.

I rolled the chair closer on rattling castors, gripped his ass and parted his cheeks, exposing his perfect pink hole. My mouth practically watered. I leaned closer and teased his rim with the tip of my tongue.

“Fuck!” Daniel groaned loudly.

I lifted my head and chuckled.

“Better keep it down,” I whispered, squeezing and kneading his cheeks. “Carter’s just outside that door. He’ll hear you and know just how much you like having my tongue in your ass.”

He whimpered, and I lowered my head again, pushing my tongue past the tight ring, spearing in and out while he gasped and pushed back against me. My cock jerked, desperate to be inside him.

Christ, I couldn’t wait any longer. I stood up and pushed the chair back, dribbled lube over his hole and my first three fingers, still wet from my mouth, then worked him open with my fingers. When I felt him pushing back against the three I’d worked insidehim, I slid them out, rolled on a condom and lined up my cock with his hole before pushing past his tight ring.

He hissed, sweat beading on his skin.

“Too much?” I asked.

He shook his head. “No. More.Please.”

I rolled my hips, slowly pushing deeper into his tight heat, refusing to risk hurting him, no matter how desperately I wanted to drive into him. Once I was fully seated, I waited, giving his body time to adjust to me, letting my hands smooth over his sides before gripping his hips. He wriggled under me, urging me on. I started moving, slowly at first, then increasing the pace until I was thrusting hard and fast. Daniel lifted his hips, letting me push deeper.

“Fuck, Grey, please,” Daniel begged, his needy pleas fueling my nearly mindless hunger. Shit, I wasn’t going to last long at this rate.

While I fucked into him, I reached down and grasped Daniel’s cock. I stroked him to the same pounding rhythm I set for his ass.

“Shit, I’m close,” he groaned at the same time his hips stuttered, and he came over my hand. His channel clamped down around me, pulling me over the edge along with him.

Chapter Eighteen

Grey

“The place looks good.”

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