Page 75 of Seeing Grayscale

“Feelingsorry? Hunter, I’m fucking scared shitless right now!”

“Why? What have I done to make you so afraid of me!” I yell right back.

“Because you make me think I’ve got a chance. You make me think this is more. And damn it, I want it to be more,” he growls, grabs the back of my head, and kisses me hard.

My hands find his hips, inching closer on my knees until I bump porcelain. With his legs bracketing my sides and a hot hand in my hair, I can’t digest what he’s saying to me. I can only feel what he’s giving. Fingers card through my scalp, tugging on the strands. I pull him to the edge of the closed toilet until his crotch is flush with my stomach. Soft moans transfer from his mouth to mine, the world around me spinning too fast.

The only thing I know for sure is that I want this, too. I want it with the same intensity as his messy kiss. It’s as uncoordinated as his life, with no rhyme or reason, simply fueled by instinct and emotion.

God, it’s the best kiss I’ve ever had.

Running my hands up his back, I savor the feel of his flexing muscles as his whole body joins in on the passion. His hips rut into me, an unmistakable hardness digging into my abs.

“Gray,” I pant against him. “Fuck, sweetheart, slow down for me, yeah?”

“Why?” His lips drag from my mouth to my throat, gently sucking the sensitive skin under my jaw. “I never get to have what I want. Let me have it.”

How the hell am I supposed to say no? With one hand splayed over his upper back, I guide the other down to his hip, urging him on. He whimpers, grinding into me faster. “You can have me,” I rasp.

A shiver runs through his body when I nudge his face, insisting he get his lips back on my mouth. Somewhere in the back of my brain, I know what we are doing isn’t right. Telling him things I can’t make good on is even worse.

The truth is, in this moment, it feels honest—doable.

Right now, Gray needs this. He needs to feel something good.

The slick barbell glides over my top lip before he sucks the bottom one between his teeth. Emboldened, I sink my hand lower. Pressing against the curve of his ass, I help him get more friction. His cock stabs at me, the heat from him seeping through his sweats and through my undershirt. Any other time, I’d offer to do more—would insist on it. This whole time, I’ve ignored my body’s reaction and focused on letting Gray find whatever he’s looking for.

I want to worship him, but with the way he’s kissing me, humping my stomach, and clinging to me so tightly, I know that’s not what he wants. It might be drunken arrogance talking, but it’s intimacy he’s craving so badly, not sex.

When his movements turn to rough jerks, and his lips rest against mine, I know he’s close.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Take what you need from me.”

An almost painful moan rips from his throat as he throws his arms around my neck, grinding as hard as he can. I hold him tight, guiding his hips through each powerful thrust until he gasps, trembling and shaking. Hot wetness seeps through his pants, smearing over my undershirt. I kiss his lips and nuzzlehis cheek while he works through his orgasm. My heart pounds mercilessly while my cock throbs in my slacks.

As his body relaxes in my arms, I close my eyes and hope he knows that he's safe here.

My hands caress his back while he calms down, breaths evening out in my ear. “Better?”

He nods. “Yeah.”

“Good.” I kiss the side of his mouth. “Gray?”

“Hmm?” he hums, eyes glossy and hooded.

“I can’t feel my knees.”

He laughs, glancing down between us to find the sticky mess he made. “Sorry,” he says with a wince. “I just lost my whole ass mind for a minute.”

“No,” I say firmly, pushing my numb legs off the ground so I can stand. “You took what you needed. And I'm happy you did.”

His eyes drag slowly up my body before settling at the top of my head. “Oh my god,” he laughs again and points. “You still have your battle bandana on.”

Horror and embarrassment wash over my face. “What?” I dart over to the mirror, and sure enough, I’ve got a fucking shirt tied over my head. “When the hell did I do that?”

“It’s funny, but I’m oddly into it.”

My face flames.

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