Page 123 of Seeing Grayscale

He groans and grinds against me before kissing my jaw. “Let’s go upstairs.”

I know what’s upstairs. Dildos. Plugs. Vibrators. Lube.

Shit. There was lube in the tote.

“Okay,” I rasp, excited and nervous.

He pushes off me and offers his hand. I take it, letting him help me on my feet like he used to. Vaguely aware that the movie is still playing, I listen to it slowly drown out as we climb the stairs, hand in hand.

Just as I expected, he takes me to the main bedroom, pushing open the door and leading me to the bed.

“Pants off, sweetheart,” he tells me.

I have them off quickly, leaving on my underwear because I’m still not sure what he has in mind. When he goes into the closet, my stomach swoops. That earlier jealousy returns, but I try to keep it at bay.

As Garth says,live in the now.

To my surprise, he only has a bottle of lube in his hand. The nerves quickly overtake everything else. What the fuck are we going to do? Why do I need to hear it? I realize that’s going to kill the moment, but holy shit what is happening?

“Am I bottoming?” I blurt, covering my dick with my hands.

Hunter stares at me like I’m crazy. Then his eyes soften. Coming up to the edge of the bed, he sets the lube down. Both of our boners have disappeared, and he kneels in front of me. His hands settle on my thighs, rubbing them softly. “No, baby. You’re not.”

Okay. That answers only one question. “Are you?”

He kisses my cheek. “No.”

“So we aren’t fucking?”

That time he laughs. “I haven’t prepped, and I’m not…one hundred percent.”

What does that even…oh. “Then what are we doing?”

“Something just as good, I promise.” He leans in for a kiss, stopping halfway, and I close the gap with speed, tugging on him.

We both get situated on the bed, never breaking the kiss. Hunter is on top, propping himself up with one arm while he gently grips my throat with his other hand. I moan into his mouth, feeling his sneaky fucking leg wedge between mine and rub my dick. Other than the one time I tried to suck him off, I haven’t seen his cock since.

I’m desperate to see it again, to feel it and make him see stars.

With eager hands, I push at his waistband, needing nothing between us. He hurries to help me, eventually breaking the kiss to remove his pants and underwear. He pushes my hands away just as I’m about to get mine off. Warm lips press against my hip bone, his tongue sneaking out to tease the area, and I buck under him. I’m hard, leaking, and ready.

“Hunter,” I beg.

With a smirk, he tears my underwear down my legs and swipes his tongue over my cockhead. “Fucking fuck,” I moan, my head falling back against the pillow.

His lips curl around me, sucking on the tip for a few seconds and making my toes wiggle. “You taste good, baby,” he murmurs before kissing down my shaft.

My entire body vibrates as he teases me. A bead of precum forms at my slit so I gather it on my thumb, sucking it off. Hunter watches me do it, pupils blown, breaths heavy. “Again,” he growls.

I grab my dick, pump it a few times, and coax more. When another drop oozes out, I repeat the motion. As soon as the salty taste hits my tongue, Hunter sucks my cock down his throat. I damn-near choke on my thumb, but decide to keep it in my mouth. He watches me suck my finger the same way he’s sucking my dick. It’s like the two are connected, overstimulating me with sensation. He massages my balls while he gets a rhythm going, coaxing me closer to the edge.

“I’m close,” I warn.

He sucks harder. Swallows me deeper. Dips his tongue into my slit over and over like he doesn’t want a single drop to spill. “Oh shit,” I call out, my muscles tightening, and my nuts drawing up.

The pressure builds and builds. My hands shoot down to his head, helping him bob on my dick. I’m so fucking close. “Fuck.” The word is barely off my tongue before he pulls off me completely. Shooting my head off the pillows to see why he stopped, I scowl when I find his smiling face between my legs. “Why did you stop?” I rasp, throat dry.

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

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