Chapter 14 Dual
Grey
The doorman nods at me. "Evening, sir."
I nod back. The hallway on thirty-two is quiet again. My heart is pounding, my hands are steady and my mind is clear. This is what I wanted. This is why I’ve been patient. Tonight, I get to be in his life and with permission.
"You're going to let yourself into my apartment. You're going to wait for me in my bed."
I walk through the living room, past the bookshelf full of things I touched before. I don't touch them. Not tonight. Tonight, I do exactly what he said.
The bedroom is the same as I remember. The sheets tangled from the night before. He was here this morning. He slept here. Did he dream about me? I sit on the edge of the bed, then I lie down, staring at the ceiling. This is where he told me to wait. So, this is where I'll stay until he comes home.
The sun sets outside the windows. The city night lights start to blink. The room goes from gold to blue to dark. And still I wait. My hands stay at my sides. My body stays still. But inside, I'm screaming.
Where are you? Why aren't you here? Is this a test? Are you watching me right now?
I hear the front door open.
Cain
I take my time coming home.
Not because I don't want to see him, I do. But because I've been thinking about it all day. Because the image of him on his knees in that bathroom has been playing on a loop in my head since last night.
But patience is a weapon. And I want to see him squirm. I text Rose from the car: Had a great time tonight, we'll talk Monday. She responds with a heart emoji and a string of drunk nonsense. That I don't read it. I'm thinking about him. Is he there? Is he waiting? Is he doing what I told him?
The elevator ride feels endless; the hallway is lifeless as usual. The key in my hand feels like the most important thing I've ever held. My apartment is dark. But I can sense him. The shift in the air, the trace of his cologne, different from mine, lighter.
I don't call out. Don't announce myself. I walk through the apartment slowly. Quietly. Letting him hear my footsteps. Letting him wonder.
The bedroom door is open. He's on the bed. Exactly where I told him to be. Face up. Arms at his sides. Eyes fixed on the ceiling. He doesn't move when I appear in the doorway. Doesn't speak. Just lies there, breathing shallowly, waiting for me to make the first move.
Look at you, so beautiful on my sheets. I walk to the bed and stop at the edge.
"Grey."
His eyes snap to mine. "You came."
"Yes."
"You waited. You didn't touch yourself."
His breath catches. "No."
"Good." A shiver runs through him.
I sit on the edge of the bed, close enough to touch him. He's still lying down. Still staring up at me, still waiting. "Tell me what you want," I say.
He blinks. "What?"
"Tell me what you want. Right now. In this moment."
He opens his mouth. Closes it. He doesn't know, he's never been asked. He's only ever taken.
"I want..." He swallows. "I want you to,"
He stops so I lean down. My mouth brushes his ear.
"And."
"I want you to touch me."
My hand finds his chest. His heart is pounding, I can feel it through his shirt, through his skin, through the want radiating off him like heat. "Like this?"
"More." I slide my hand lower. Over his stomach. Over his belt.
"What about this?"
"More." I unbutton his pants, push them down. My hand closes around him. He gasps. Arches off the bed.
"Yes."
I stroke him once. Twice. Slow. Deliberate. The way I imagined a hundred times.
"Look at me."
His eyes snap to mine. "You're mine," I say.
I lean down, kissing him. Not gentle. Not careful. The kind of kiss that says I've been waiting for this. His hands find my hair. Pulls me closer. His mouth is open and hungry.
God. This is what I wanted. This is what I've been waiting for.
Grey
His mouth is on mine and I'm gone. No thoughts. No control. Just the taste of him. The feel of him. The way his hand is moving on me, I'm falling apart and I don't care who knows.
This is real. "Please, Cain" I gasp against his mouth.
"Please what?"
I can't answer. I can't think. I can only want. "Please," I say again. "I need,"
He pulls back looks at me, his gray eyes dark and hungry.
"Tell me what you need."
"You." I reach for him, fumble with his belt. "I want you inside me. I need to feel you."
He stills my wrists. "Are you sure?"
"Yes. God, yes."
"Look at me."
"I'm going to take you apart," he says. "Slowly. Thoroughly. By the time I'm done, you won't remember your own name."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
He stands up, pulls his shirt off. His chest is broad, muscular. A light dusting of dark hair trailing down his stomach, disappearing beneath his waistband. He's beautiful. He unbuckles his belt. Pushes his pants down. And then he's naked. Hard. Aroused. He reaches for me.
Cain
I pull his shirt off. His skin is warm beneath my hands. Smooth, perfect, and spread out on my bed. I take my time kissing his neck, collarbone, chest and stomach. He shivers beneath me. His hands are in my hair. His breath is coming in short, broken gasps.
"Cain,"
"Shh." I reach for the nightstand pulling out the lube. He watches me, eyes wide.
"I'm going to open you up," I say. "Slowly, I want you to feel every second of it."
He nods.
"Tell me if it's too much."
"It won't be."
"We'll see." I pour lube onto my fingers. Warm it between them. Then I press one finger against his entrance.
He gasps.
Grey
His finger pushes into me. Slow and unforgiving.
"Easy," he says.
"I,"
"Breathe."
I do. In, out, in, out. His finger moves deeper. Crooks inside me. Finds the spot that makes me see stars.
"Oh,"
"There it is." He does it again. And again. And again.
I'm trembling, moaning, falling apart on one finger.
Cain
I add a second finger, he cries out, his hands griping the sheets. "Look at me," I say. His eyes are glassy, his mouth is open, he's absolutely wrecked and I love it.
"You're doing so well," I say. "Taking me so well."
"More, please." I add a third. He screams but not in pain, in pleasure. I crook my fingers inside him, scissor them, stretching him open. He's writhing beneath me.
"Please," he gasps. "Please, I need,"
"I know what you need."
I push into him slowly. Letting him feel every inch. He's so tight. So hot. So perfect. His hands find my shoulders. His nails dig in.
"Cain,"
"I know."
"Please,"
"Oh, darling." I push deeper. Until I'm fully inside him. He's trembling. Moaning.
"Fuck, you belong to me."
Grey
He starts to move. Slow at first, then faster, and deeper as I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer.
"Harder," I gasp. "Please, harder."
He gives it to me. Thrusting into me like he owns me. Because he does. Because I'm his. I'm close. So close.
"Come for me," he says. "I want to watch you."
I do. Shattering and crying out his name. He follows right after groaning against my skin.