Chapter Six
Griff
Nothing on this planet is more tempting to me than an obedient lover, and Gray is throwing up all the green flags. If he says ‘please’ one more time, I might come before I get inside him, and that would be a travesty.
“Do you think you can handle me, Gray? Or do you need me to work your little hole a bit first?” I ask, kissing his neck, nipping at the tight tendon there.
“It’s been a while,” he responds, his words mixed with a groan, “but I play with myself, so I should be okay.”
Needing to know more, I move another step ahead in my plan. I untangle myself from his tight clutches, spread Gray’s legs wide, then use my legs to keep him open. I grab the bottle of lube from my nightstand and coat two fingers with the shiny liquid. Bracing the back of his knee to keep one leg up, I work one slick finger and then another into his tight ass. Pressing deeper with each pass, I twist when I get past the second knuckle. I try to be gentle and not rush him during our first time together, but the sounds coming from him are making me harder than I can stand.
“Fuck, Griff,” he pants, stroking himself to try to relieve some of the pressure. “I need . . . fuck me . . . no more . . .”
“How do you want me, Gray? Front or back?” I give him a little reprieve and slow down the speed of my fingers but not by much. “You want me to bend you over, spread your ass apart, and fuck you like there’s no tomorrow? Or would you like me on top, dropping every inch of my cock in you while I kiss you and hold you close?”
“Option two.” Gray nods. “Kiss me.”
“Your wish is my command.” I lift both his legs now, one hand on the back of each calf, and press his hips up and open. “I’m clean, sweetheart, but do you want me to grab a condom?”
“No,” he cries, shaking his head. “I’m clean too. Just got tested last month, I swear. No condom. I trust you.”
“I’d never put you at risk like that, I swear.” I free one hand to press his cheek tight. Leaning in, I place a soft kiss on his lips. “I love you, Gray. I know it’s fast, but I do. So, so much.”
“I love you too, Griff.” Nodding, he draws a deep breath and his remaining calm soothes any worry I may have had for uttering those three words so soon. He wraps one arm around my shoulders, drawing me even closer, and licks his lips. “Now, show me how much.”
It’s been way too long since I’ve been inside someone I care about. Meaningless hookups, one-night stands, bar bathroom blowjobs, they all meant nothing. But this . . . this man means everything to me. I may not know all his secrets yet, but those will come with time. I know my own heart, and it’s his.
As I slick my length with lube, then tease the rim of his hole one more time, Gray’s grip on my arm braced next to his head is strong. I wouldn’t be surprised to see fingertip-sized bruises on my skin tomorrow, and I can’t find any reason to be mad about it.
“Griff,” Gray says, sounding almost in agony, “if I promise to be good, will you please hurry up?”
I can’t help but gasp in surprise at his begging. “Since you asked so nicely.” There’s no more resisting him, no more needing to dream of what could be . . . this is our time. I give myself a few more strokes, then press the head of my cock to his twitching hole. Slowly, with one long, steady push, he opens for me and I’m buried balls deep in seconds. I stretch my legs out behind me and brace my weight on my knees, needing balance and to gain as close to full body contact as I can as I connect for the first time with my love.
Pulling out for the first time is agonizing torture. It’s hell. I never want to leave his hold, but just as quick as I retreat, I thrust back in deep and hard.
“Yes,” Gray hisses, fingers still gripping me almost painfully hard. “Again!”
Needing more, I pull out and thrust in over and over and over again. And before I know it, sweat is rolling down my forehead and I’m blinking back the sting from my eyes, but I power through. I can’t forget what I promised Gray—option two comes with kisses, and I need to keep up my end of the deal. It’s not like it’s a hardship to kiss his perfect lips.
As my mouth touches his, I feel Gray’s hand sneak between our torsos, and he begins to match the strokes of his hand to the thrust of my hips. Together, we fuck each other with a mix of heat, sweetness, a touch of dirty, and aggression. The closer I get to the ledge, the faster I pound into him, pushing him to the brink. Our kisses are messy as the pressure builds.
“Oh god, Griff,” Gray calls out, “I’m close.”
“Me. Too. So. Close.” Each word is broken by a thrust.
“Griffin,” he gasps, back arching, and I feel him crash over, his cum spilling between us, soaking both of our skin.
It’s when I feel him shudder that I explode. My toes curl, every muscle in my body pulls tight, and I press my face into Gray’s neck, biting that spot on his shoulder again, needing to leave a mark that I can see in the morning.
The tension slowly leaves my body, and I can’t hold in the moan. “God, Gray, I think you just about killed me.”
That earns me the tightest hug I’ve ever gotten. Wrapping his legs around my waist and arms around my neck like an octopus, Gray pulls my entire body down onto his, pressing me even deeper inside him.
“Oh fuck,” he cries out. “You’re gonna make me come again.”
As much as I don’t want to leave his embrace, I need to roll over. “My knees ain’t what they used to be, so you’re gonna have to let me go, sweetheart.”
“Fine.” Slowly, and very reluctantly, he unwraps his tentacles from my body and lets me free. “I wouldn’t want your old, rugged grandpa knees giving out on me, so I guess I need to be gentle with you every once in a while.”
“Who are you calling a grandpa?” I’d flopped on my back just as he called me ‘grandpa’, but I’m right back up, tackling him. This time, I have him up on all fours, face down in a pillow, ass up in the air. “I may be older than you, Gray, but I’ve got the stamina to keep you on the edge long enough to make you beg for mercy.”
“Bring it on,” he taunts as he wiggles his ass back onto my cock.
I push his face sideways into the pillow, wrap my hand around his cock, and whisper in his ear, “You’re gonna regret this sassy attitude, little boy.”
“I can’t wait.” He twists his neck as much as he can and kisses my cheek. “I love you, Griff.”
“I love you too, sweetheart,” I purr back, “but it’s time I show you how us rugged old fogies do it.”