AVERY #5
I slid my arm under his legs and tipped him over.
He sprawled on his back, laughing, as I spread his legs and pushed back all the way until his knees were on his shoulders.
He was beautiful like this. His skin was smooth almost everywhere, with some pale hair on his shins and lower thighs.
He was still hard as marble, the slickness of precum and my saliva smeared over his stomach.
His taint was thick and hard, and as his cheeks spread for me, his hole was tight and pink.
It pulsed just as his taint and dick throbbed.
As I leaned in, our gazes met and held, and I exhaled slowly over his bare skin.
He sucked air between his teeth, his lips spreading into a contained smile.
And when my lips touched his hole, parting to let my tongue out, Grayson cursed and pleaded at the same time.
“Please, Avery…oh, fuck, please…” But he never got the rest out of his mouth.
He moaned as my tongue pressed hard against his hole and I licked him until his eyes rolled back into his skull.
The faint trace of the scent of his body wash lingered on his skin.
It was as exciting as his cologne, but his natural musk, present in distant memories more than in reality, was the most alluring of all.
I ate him, rubbing my tongue and lips and chin against the narrow space between his cheeks, slicking him for later and counting my damn blessings for scoring a guy like this.
For his part, Grayson was physical. He was handsy, touching me everywhere, wriggling under me, and bending however I directed him.
He was enough of a gymnast to spread his legs wide and lift his ass high for a long time, not shaking or quivering, not complaining.
He moaned, though, and panted. I discovered how loud he was in bed and it was my new favorite Grayson Reed fact.
He was mouthy, too, which only made me hornier, but did nothing to increase the mercy I had for him.
He begged to be fucked like a slut and whimpered he needed to feel my dick inside of him.
And when I probed him with one long, slender finger, he hyperventilated and grabbed my wrist to ram the finger inside harder and faster than I did.
He begged for another finger, then another.
And when I teased him slowly instead of penetrating him roughly, he threatened to get back at me, bargained, and once again begged.
Sweat matted his blond hair, turning it a few shades darker and making locks stick to his brow. His face was redder and more heated than ever before and his chest was covered with a fine layer of sweat.
When I pulled my fingers out of the warmth of his hole, I rubbed him soothingly. “You’re ready,” I said.
“Fuck me, please,” he demanded hoarsely. “I need you.”
I brought lube from my backpack while Gray lifted his legs again and wrapped his arms under his knees, bending for me and holding himself in place. When I knelt in front of him, I was glad he chose this position for himself. I could look at his face. I could also lean in and kiss him.
I tucked a pillow under his lower back and rubbed myself with lube.
We’d made an informed decision that made things more fun for both of us and I didn’t hesitate to forget about the rubber.
To feel his skin on mine, to feel myself sinking into him, to feel that warmth around my cock, it was like all my dreams coming true. Never had it felt this good.
I eased myself into him gently, fractionally, pausing whenever I saw him wince.
And Grayson kept himself relaxed and open to me.
He held his breath and gazed deep into my eyes as I swung my hips back and forth, impaling him deeper but just as slowly.
His hole tightened around the middle of my dick, his cock pulsing with a long, silver string of precum dripping from the tip to the middle of his chest.
A few moments later, something in him relaxed more.
I eased deeper in and felt him welcome me.
The warmth between us and the bare contact excited me beyond all of my expectations.
The tightness of his body kept me on the edge, but the way he embraced me and allowed me to enter him made my heart dance.
“Ah, yes, that’s good,” he whispered, panting as I pulled back and pushed myself in.
I had been holding his hips until now, but when I could swing my body back and thrust it forth, I released them.
His feet rested on my shoulders, giving me resistance and support as I leaned in.
My hands pressed hard against his chest and Grayson grabbed my wrists as if to hold onto me.
Inch by inch, we both dragged my hands up his torso; all the while, I fucked him at an increasing pace, stretching him with my thickness and forcing moans out of his sexy mouth.
My hands found their way to his long neck.
I didn’t squeeze him, but I held him firmly, wrapping fingers around it just enough to feel his increasing pulse.
He panted and cried out and asked for more, and I was happy to give it to him.
Slamming my body against his, I grunted and allowed myself to be just as loud.
It gave me endless pleasure to release moans and whimpers of my own.