Page 101 of Outcast
I shuddered. “Oh god. I want it all.”
“Greedy,” he murmured, sounding amused. “But that’s okay. I can work with that.”
He slipped his fingers to my shirt, unworking the buttons. As the fabric parted, he bent to kiss along my collarbone, then down the center of my chest.
He pushed my shirt wide as he unfastened the last button, and I shrugged it off as he went to his knees. He nipped my stomach, making me gasp, then chuckled, hot breath tickling my twitching abs before his tongue traced a fiery line between my navel and my waistband.
My cock grew impossibly hard, pressing against my jeans.
I grasped his shoulders, anticipating the moment he turned all that focus to my dick, but he grabbed my waist and spun me instead. I stumbled, nearly toppling over, and braced myself against the bed.
Then, while I was bent over and disoriented, he reached around to open my jeans and tug them past my hips. He pulled them all the way down, helping me step out of each leg, then stripped my underwear off too.
I peeked over my shoulder just as he cupped my ass cheeks in his large hands and spread me open. He licked his lips as his gaze zeroed in on my asshole.
But that wasn’t enough for him. He reached forward, using his thumbs to spread my hole.
Heat flooded my face. I’d never been so exposed. He wasn’t just looking at me; he was lookinginsideof me.
Which is where he might soon be…
Butterflies took off in my stomach, and my breathing went haywire.
Gray’s lips brushed my left ass cheek, the scratch of his stubble following the warm kiss. “You okay up there, golden boy?”
“Y-yeah.”
“You’re trembling.” He smoothed a hand up my spine. “You know you’re safe with me, don’t you? We can stop right now.”
“Don’t stop,” I whispered.
“Are you sure?”
“Please, Gray. Justdosomething.”
He laughed at my frustrated tone, but thankfully, he stopped staring and leaned in to lap at my hole. His tongue was hot and wet, stroking nerve endings awake with gentle flicks, until I was a trembling mess for a whole other reason.
“More,” I croaked.
He pressed one finger inside, and it was sweet relief even as the stretch burned. I groaned and shoved my ass back. The side table drawer rattled behind me, and then a second finger slid in, this one cold and slick with lube.
Gray found my prostate in seconds, making me jerk with a startled gasp.
“There you go,” he murmured. “You want my dick in there, golden boy? Making you feel good.”
“Fuck,” I moaned.
“Is that a yes?” He plunged his fingers deep, twisting, making me groan.
“Yes.” I whimpered with need. “Please, Gray.”
He pulled away, leaving my hole stinging, yet I ached for more rough treatment. He stood up behind me, and I gazed over my shoulder, realizing he was still dressed.
Heat flashed through me again, arousal that I was naked and desperate while he looked so controlled.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” he growled as he yanked open his jeans and shoved them down enough to bare his cock. He rolled on a condom, and as he slicked it with lube, I noticed the tremor in his fingers.
Not so controlled, then. Good.
