Page 99 of Grave Misgivings
I kiss him hard, slipping my tongue into his mouth, my fingers grabbing his neck.
I push him on to the bed, falling with him like a shooting star.
He looks up at me with glassy green eyes, his fingers sliding into my hair, and I straddle his thighs. The edges of my vision are hazy, but he’s clear. Sharp focus fuels me as I grind myself against his entrance, taking his cock in my hands. His fingers grip the dark sheets.
His lips part as he thrusts himself up against me, and the sound that escapes his chest is like an earthquake, shattering me to pieces.
I’ve never wanted anyone like this.
I’ve never wanted anyone like I wanthim.
“Fuck, Geo...” His voice is thick and hazy, and I can barelythinkstraight.
I glide my hands over his warm, solid form, and the moonlight shines through his window, casting us in an angelic glow.
“Zebulon,” I purr as I lower myself, grinding my wet cock against him. I’m so hard it fuckinghurts.
Zeb arches his back, his cock sliding against my abs, leaving trails of precum along my cross outline. My cock rests against his smooth opening, and my heart beats in my chest like a freight train.
“Is this what you want?” I ask, pressing myself against him, spreading my precum along his entrance.
Zeb sinks his fingernails into my shoulders as he leans upward, finding my mouth once again as he kisses me furiously.
“Yes,” he growls.
I thrust myself forward, meeting his resistance, but he melts underneath me like a puddle. I keep my gaze fixed on his face, on the way his jaw goes slack, the way his eyebrows furrow.
Zeb curses as he thrusts his cock up against me, seeking friction.
I wrap my hand around his thickness, my rhythm slow as I watch his face contort into one of purepleasure.I thrust myself against him, but it’s not enough.
His hand slides between us, and I look down to see himfuckinghimself on his damn fingers, his gaze hazy and dark.
Before I can say anything, do anything, he removes them and I know exactly what I need to do.
I line up myself easily, inching the head of my cock into the space that’s a little wider now.
“Harder,” he breathes, his voice deep and gravelly, tinged with lust, drink, and love.
I push myself against him, finally breaching him. The tightness around my cockhead makes me see stars and I curse as his mouth finds mine and I sink my own nails into his skin. I pull my hips back, and then I push. Harder. Faster.
Within two distinct thrusts, I bottom out, groaning in his mouth.
God, he is perfect.
Zeb’s breaths are heavy and his grip falters between agonizing and wonderful as his arms wrap around me, hands sliding over my ass, up my spine.
“Fuck, Geo...” His breathing is labored and I’m glad I’m not the only one who can’t fucking breathe.
My hips move of their own accord, and I relish in the feel of how tight he is, how full I feel. How each thrust becomes smoother with each roll of my hips.
Inside of him, I feeleverything.
“Promise me,” he breathes, his lips trailing kisses over my throat, up my neck.
“I promise,” I say, not even giving a shit what he wants to ask for. I’ll promise him the world if it means I get to come home tothis.
My orgasm hits out of nowhere, and I can feel the warmth as my cock pulses, throbbing at the same time I feel him erupting against my stomach.
