Page 161 of Seeing Grayscale

I lick my lips, breathless as thezipof his zipper sounds through the bedroom. His eyes flick down to my crotch as hisbroad chest heaves. The jeans are pushed down his thick thighs, revealing the outline of his hard cock in his briefs.

I want to touch him, but I stay still.

When he kicks the pants off and to the side, clad in only socks and his underwear, he runs a hand through his hair.

“I wanted to make sure I was ready just in case you wanted to do this.”

“Okay.”

He chuckles, then walks over to me and hooks his fingers into the waistband of my sweats. “I’m wearing a plug, baby. I just didn’t want that to shock you.” The heat from his fingers and the words he just said rip a groan from me.

“Let me see,” I rasp.

His lips press into mine, teasing and playful. “How do you want me?”

The few times we’ve done anything, he’s been in charge. Directing my movements, ripping orgasms out of me like it’s his profession. His tongue slips past my lips, seeking out my pierced one and strokes over the barbell. I moan into his mouth, grabbing two handfuls of his ass to seal our fronts together. My dick rubs against his, the familiar friction almost agonizing. He feels so fucking good, smells and tastes good too.

“How do you want me, Gray?” he repeats, panting against my lips as I rub my cock all over his.

“Hands and knees. Underwear off.”

“Good boy,” he purrs, and my brain short circuits.

He’s never called me that before.

Shaking the daze away, I step back so he can get fully naked. The underwear pool around his ankles, and he steps out of them. A glistening drop of precum forms at the slit of his cockhead, beckoning me to lap it up. He climbs onto the bed with grace and confidence, elbows locking and props up. His ass pops out, themotion spreading his cheeks just enough for me to glimpse the blue plug, and I scramble to get between his legs.

He chuckles, breathless and sexy. “You can push on it. It’ll feel good for me.”

My eager hands rub up the backs of his thighs, cradling the undersides of his asscheeks, and I lift them. There’s not a hair to be seen, his crease is fucking spotless and slightly shiny from the lube I’m sure is stuffed into his hole.

I’ve never seen a rounder, firmer ass before.

It’s perfect and biteable. So, I lean forward and take a bite. He groans, thrusting back against me, so I bite the other cheek. I’m not sure if this is what I’m supposed to be doing, but I kiss each bite before dragging my index finger down his crease.

Hunter shudders, his muscles flexing. “It’s so smooth. Do you shave?”

“Wax. Touch me, Gray. Please.”

This man waxes his asshole. Good to know he has a high pain tolerance. “Like this?” I ask while gently pushing the plug.

“Mmm.”

“How big is it?”

“Big enough,” he groans as I grip the base, turning it. “Fuck.”

I pull it out slightly, seeing the flared base slick with lube. I’m sure we’ll need more, but for now, I start fucking him with it. His ass thrusts back so hard I lose my grip.

“Shit, sorry. I—I wasn’t expecting you to do that.”

“Sweetheart, Ilovemy ass played with. And what you are doing feels so good.”

I crawl around him, lean down, and look at his face. “You’re not lying?”

He grabs my chin with one hand and kisses me hard. “I’m not lying. Give me more.”

“Okay.” I return to my previous position between his legs and pull the plug out slightly. I’m ready for it this time and stuff it back in. He moans loudly, popping his ass. “Damn,” I rasp.

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