Page 125 of The Long Game

Grady’s eyes narrowed on Jack’s face, and Jack’s heart skipped a beat. Then Grady smiled and a long, slick finger slid into Jack, opening him up with a single relentless push. There was no pain. Not even an ache. His body was desperate for more, welcoming Grady’s gently thrusting finger.

His eyes fluttered closed and he squirmed, silently begging Grady to rotate his hand palm-up. To crook his finger and press into that magical spot.

Before he could ask, Grady slid in a second finger and Jack arched his back off the bed, pushing himself down on the glorious intrusion. The slow drag and gentle burn from Grady’s fingers made his heart pump hard, his blood like fire tracing through his veins and lighting up his entire body. He felt alive and free and happy in a way he’d forgotten he could be, if he’d ever known at all.

Grady scissored his fingers, pulling Jack open and testing the strength of muscles Jack didn’t test nearly often enough by himself.

“Yes,” Jack gasped. “More. Pleasemore.”

Grady’s hand slipped free and Jack whimpered, barely able to hear the crinkle of a foil packet over his panting breaths.

Right.Blood tests still pending. That vexing thought evaporated when Grady’s latex-wrapped, lube-slicked cock pushed at his hole.

Jack wanted that in himnow.

Grady’s low chuckle was the only clue Jack had said that aloud.

Which…good.Saying it aloud was the sure-fire way to be certain he got it.

On a long, agonizing groan, Grady pushed forward, stretching the tight ring of muscles open. Jack’s eyes rolled back into his head, his entire existence narrowed down to that one point of contact. It was hot and tight and never in his life had that burn, that sting, felt so fuckingperfect.

“Yes,” he whispered, hardly aware of the words coming out of his mouth. “Push harder. Please. Push—”

A strangled groan cut off the words as the head of Grady’s cock popped inside. Jack’s eyes flew open to see Grady shake with a full-body shudder. He whispered Jack’s name like a prayer.

Jack cupped Grady’s face in his hands and wondered if anything he’d done before had ever come close to being this intimate. Time seemed to stop as he stared into Grady’s eyes, their breaths syncing up. Finally, he whispered, “You can move.”

Grady thrust gently, then thrust again, each push of his hips bringing him deeper into Jack’s body. Jack clung to him, trying to draw him closer. He wanted to feel Grady’s cock buried to the root. He wanted to feel that connection.Joined.

He gasped every time Grady pushed in further, and Grady grunted every time he drew himself out. He let the fat head of his cock test Jack’s rim, tugging gently but never leaving him entirely.

On the next thrust, the full length and width of Grady’s shaft ran over Jack’s rim and all those fantastic nerve endings until Grady’s hips met Jack’s ass and shook Jack to his core. Jack wondered if this was what it was like to have an out-of-body experience. Only, that couldn’t be right because every cell, every hair follicle and skin cell and nerve ending, was lit up and Jack was present, feeling it all. Feeling Grady.

Grady hovered, unmoving, while sensations washed over Jack. The burn was there, the strange fullness he sometimes craved.

He dug his fingers into Grady’s shoulders and drowned in the heat of gorgeous, desperate, dark brown eyes.

“Please, Grady. Hard and fast.”

Grady didn’t need to be told twice.

He sat back on his knees and pulled out of Jack’s body with a speed that made Jack squeak—though he would never admit to making any noise of the kind—then dumped more lube over his shaft and pushed back into Jack with a force and focus that made Jack cry out his name.

Fuckingfinally.

And maybe he yelled that, too. But what else could he do when Grady was fucking him hard and deep, with long, swift strokes that lit him up inside?

Jack was teetering on the edge almost instantly, the vision of Grady above him, sweat darkening his hair and trickling past his temples, searing his brain. Grady’s focus moved between the place where their bodies were joined and Jack’s face as he powered into Jack and fucked him just right.

But, of course, Jack’s action hero wasn’t done yet.

Grady curled his long fingers around Jack’s thighs and shifted him, hoisting him up like it was nothing. Like manhandling a grown adult and unerringly nailing their prostate was his superpower.

Jack shouted Grady’s name andfuckandmoreandplease, begging Grady to keep going, his fingertips scrabbling against but unable to gain purchase on Grady’s sweat-slick skin. The pressure built under his skin, his orgasm looming, enormous and inevitable and just out of reach.

He tried shoving himself onto Grady’s cock, but the damn man held him immobile and,fuck, that was hot, too.EverythingGrady did made Jack pant for more. Ache for release.

With the next thrust, Grady changed his angle and Jack’s litany turned to incoherent exaltations of pleasure. Of joy. And Grady looked like every one of them fell on him like a benediction, his eyes reverent, his expression that of a martyr ready to die for his cause.

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