Chapter 7 #2
“I want you to let go. I know it’s terrifying.
I know you were burned when you let yourself be vulnerable before.
But I also know that you’re strong enough and brave enough to try again.
And you need to do it. Not for me. I’ve been chasing you half my life, and I’ll be doing it for the rest of my life; you’re not going to scare me away.
You need to do this for you. Because if you keep that emotional, sensual, passionate man inside you locked up for much longer, he’ll be lost forever, and you’ll walk through the rest of your life being a shadow of who you could have been.
You already know you can trust me. Now trust yourself.
” He leaned back and looked Jack in the eyes.
“Tell me what you want to do. What do you fantasize about when you’re alone? ”
He did trust Gray. And he agreed with every point he made, so he took a deep breath, rolled his neck from one side to the other, and forced himself to relax. Tension left his body, but he was no closer to answering what should have been a simple question.
“I honestly don't know,” Jack confessed. He wouldn’t have admitted that to anyone else, but Gray was his friend first and foremost. “I’m a hot mess, Gray. Are you sure you want to do this with me when I’m wringing every ounce of romance out of it?”
“I’m sure.” Gray’s hand was still on his upper thigh, just on the left side of propriety.
“The right man will never make you feel like a burden, because he’ll know you’re worth the effort and he’ll enjoy making it.
I’ve always known that you’re a catch, Jack.
” Gray kissed his neck. “Let’s try a different approach.
Is there anything you don’t want to do?”
“No.” Jack shook his head. “I just want this to be good.” He rubbed his lips together. “I want you to feel good doing this with me. Whatever this is doesn’t matter to me as long as you’re enjoying yourself while we do it.”
“Jack,” Gray sighed. “Jesus.” He dropped his face onto Jack’s shoulder and took deep breaths, his back moving up and down with each one. “I wish I could go back in time so I could tell you not to cling to a mistake just because you spent a long time making it.”
“You’re probably right. That relationship was a Titanic-sized sinking ship and I spent years rearranging the deck chairs.”
“Even the Titanic broke up on its way down,” Gray mumbled.
Nodding in agreement, Jack said, “I should have ended it early on and then Jaime would have been free.”
Gray raised his head, his nostrils flared and eyes narrowed.
“You’re not prison.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again, his expression calmer.
“I’m glad you shared all of this with me, and we should probably delve a little deeper at some point, but for now, how about we stop talking about the past and focus on the present? ”
“I’d like that.” Jack curled his palm around Gray’s nape and brushed his fingertips along his hairline.
“Good,” Gray said softly. He gently pressed his lips to Jack’s and then pulled back and his expression shifted from melancholy to mischievous.
“To summarize our current situation, you invited me into your bedroom for a little afternoon delight, which is pretty scandalous, Mr. Storm, and you said I can pick what’s on the menu. Is that right?”
“I like the way you phrased that.” It made Jack sound bolder and less pathetic than he felt. “You have a silver tongue as usual.”
“Funny you should bring up my tongue.” Gray slid off the bed and knelt between Jack’s knees.
“What are you doing?” Jack asked breathlessly.
“Getting into position.” Gray put a hand on each of Jack’s thighs and spread his thumbs so they dragged over his erection. “I made my selection.”
“Oh God.” Jack’s hips bucked involuntarily.
“Damn, Jack.” His attention fixed on Jack’s groin, Gray moved his hand and palmed him from balls to tip. “You’re hung.”
“I don’t…” Jack had no idea what he was saying so he stopped talking.
“I’m going to take it out, okay?” He glanced up for permission and took hold of Jack’s button with one hand and the zipper with another.
“Oh God.” Jack clutched the bedspread with both fists.
As soon as Gray spread his pants open, Jack’s erection bulged through the opening, stretching his briefs.
“Pretty sure my throat’s going to be sore tomorrow.” Gray tugged on Jack’s waistband. “Raise your butt. I want to take these off and get my mouth on you.”
Jack thrust his hips up and tried not to hyperventilate when Gray slid his pants and briefs down his legs and over his socked feet, leaving him half naked and completely exposed.
“I’m going to assume you’ve never changed in front of Thom at the gym because he would have been talking about you instead of me at dinner the other night.”
The reminder of the conversation with their friends distracted Jack just enough to help him calm down and catch his breath. Knowing Gray, that had been his intent.
Eyes on Jack’s dick, Gray murmured, “Hello, Mister Super,” and then he swiped his tongue across Jack’s glans and down his shaft.
Not knowing whether to laugh or scream, Jack settled on grasping Gray’s shoulders and moaning.
While Gray licked and sucked on Jack’s crown, he used one warm hand to gently cradle his balls and the other to pump the base of his shaft.
The touches to his body were incredible, but what truly stole Jack’s breath were the noises Gray was making and the way he moved—guttural groans, whispered praise, and broken breaths married with the sight of Gray humping his hips against nothing, as if the pleasure made his body thrust on autopilot.
He was clearly enjoying himself. There was no way to mistake that.
“Gray,” Jack whispered. “Thank you.” He slid one hand to the side of Gray’s neck, curling around it, and the other to his head, fingers pushing through his hair.
Kind, intelligent eyes met his. “You taste really good.” Gray closed his lips over Jack’s glans and sucked hard.
“Ah!”
“Smell amazing.” He dragged his nose down Jack’s shaft, pressed it to his balls, and inhaled. “You’re even better than in my fantasies.” Then he dropped his mouth and sucked Jack down to the root.
“How…how…Oh God!” No one had ever taken him completely.
Lips stretched, Gray looked up at him, his eyes sparkling. He slowly slid his lips up and then flicked his tongue across Jack’s slit. “You like that?”
Jack could only moan in response, but that seemed to be enough of an answer because Gray grinned and then went back to work, drawing Jack into his throat again. He would have worried he was hurting him, but despite a mouth full of cock, Gray moaned in pleasure.
When he licked his way up Jack’s shaft again, every muscle in Jack’s body clenched. He desperately wanted to last longer, but he had never been more turned on and he knew he was past the point of no return. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice shaking. “I’m going to come. I'm sorry.”
“Yes, Jack, please.”
The warmth of Gray’s hold disappeared, and Jack glanced down to see him yanking his pants open and shoving one hand inside.
“Come in my mouth.” Gray stroked his own shaft with one hand and brought the other back to Jack’s while he traced Jack’s slit with his tongue, then licked his ridge, and eventually sucked him down.
When Jack’s dick pushed against Gray’s throat, the hand in his pants quickened along with his moans and thrusts until he rocked forward one last time and trembled.
Seeing and hearing Gray come was the single most erotic experience of Jack’s life. Pleasure swept through him, so intense and overwhelming that his vision darkened and he screamed. When he could finally breathe and see again, he realized his eyes and cheeks were wet.
“Jack,” Gray said reverently. He was standing in front of Jack, caressing his hair.
“Was that okay?” Jack asked breathlessly.
“That was perfect.” Gray bent over and kissed Jack’s tear-stained cheek. “You’re perfect.”
His emotions too intense to articulate or manage, he flung his arms around Gray’s waist and clung.