Chapter 22
TWENTY-TWO
GREY (GREYSON)
Ihad to find time to be alone with Malik’s parents. If I were to do this, I’d do it the right way. After dinner, Malik had taken a shower and prepared for our first night together in his bedroom, while I’d offered to help clean the dishes. I would use this time to my advantage.
As I dried a frying pan, my heart thrummed in my ears. “Uh, Janice, I have something I want to ask you and Marc about.” I set the pan on the counter.
“Yes?” Wrinkling her forehead, she set the sponge in the sink. “This sounds important.”
“It is.” I rolled my lips as my hands trembled. Fucking hell, I had to hold it together.
Keeping her gaze fixed on me, she said, “Marc, can you come in here?” She grabbed my hand and led me to their rustic dining table, and then we each took a chair.
Marc strolled into the room from the hallway, scratching his head. “What’s up?”
“Come and have a seat.” Janice patted the back of the chair next to hers. “Grey has something to ask us.” She folded her hands on the table.
“Oh.” Marc dropped in beside her and shifted toward me. “What is it? Everything all right?”
I had to just say it. I knew in my soul Malik was the only one for me. As sweat formed on my palms, I said, “Janice, Marc, I, uh, I want to ask Malik to marry me, and I want your blessing first.” My gut twisted, and I breathed through it. What if they said no?
They both stared at me, slack-jawed. Janice tilted her head, and a smile broke across her face. As she squeezed my hand, she said, “Oh my gosh, yes, of course you have our blessing.” She did a double take of her husband. “Marc, say something.”
“I-I didn’t know you were supposed to do this with a son.” A grin teased his lips, and he said, “I’d be honored to have you as my son-in-law, Grey.”
As my gut relaxed, I exhaled a long breath.
Janice shifted her chair closer to mine and tightened the grip on my hand, locking her gaze on mine. “When will you propose? Can we be there? What can I do to help?”
With a quick laugh, I said, “I already bought the rings, and I wanted to propose on Christmas Day.” My heart leapt with joy. Why had I doubted them? “My plan was to put the rings in his Christmas present from me.”
“Oh, good plan.” She nodded. “I’ll have champagne on hand so we can celebrate properly.” She giggled and said, “Grey, you two really are perfect together.”
“We are.” I freed her hand. “We should finish the dishes before he comes out here and asks us what we’re doing.”
As I finished the dishes, movement caught the corner of my eye from the hallway.
Malik stood just outside the shadows, wearing his pajama bottoms and making a come-hither movement with his finger.
“Uh, Janice, I’m heading to bed now.” I folded my dishtowel and hung it on the oven handle.
Janice winked at me. “Sure, you go. We’re done here, anyway.”
I strode toward the hallway and followed Malik to his bedroom, shutting the door behind me. The lamps on his nightstands set the room aglow. “What took so long in the shower?” Though, it had given me time to make my Christmas day plans.
“You’ll see.” He slipped his pajamas down, turned around and bent over. The flared end of the plug showed in his crack.
My cock jerked and lengthened as I gasped. “Oh, holy hell. Get on the damn bed before I come in my jeans.” I undressed in a flurry, hurling clothes across the bedroom, and then climbed onto the bed behind him.
With a soft giggle, he flopped onto his back. “How do you want me?”
“Like that for now.” As my gaze trailed over him, I stroked my firm cock and stopped at his dick, stretching toward his navel, the head glistening with precum.
My mouth watered. “I want to play before we get down to business.” With a sly grin, I fisted the base and flicked my tongue at the crown, the salty precum filling my mouth. “Mmm…You taste so fucking good.”
“Yeah?” he asked, breathless, and squirmed. “You can tease me with the plug while you do that.” He sank his teeth into his bottom lip.
“Anything you want, Malik.” While pulling on the plug, I devoured his cock, sucking him to the back of my throat.
“Oh, fuck,” he gritted. “So damn good, Grey.” He thrust his hips, his abs tensing, meeting my pace and lacing his fingers in my hair.
Flicking my tongue along his shaft, I fucked him with the plug while milking his dick with my mouth.
As we went on for another minute, my balls ached and drew up.
My dick pulsed with a spark of sensation.
I needed him. Now. I popped off him with a wet slurp, panting.
“I can’t continue, or I might come before I’m inside you. ”
“Yeah?” The corner of his lips curled. “The lube’s on the nightstand. Let’s get down to business, babe.”
With a quick nod, I sat with tucked legs, slicked my cock with lube and then hovered over him on a straight arm. His dark gaze met mine, and my heart melted. “I fucking love you, Malik.” And on Christmas Day, he’d know just how much.
“I love you too.” He lifted his knees to his armpits. “I’m ready for you, just slide it in.” After raking his teeth along his lip, he said, “I want to feel this for days.”
With a twitch of my cock, precum leaked from my dick onto his abs. “Oh, you will.” I grasped the end of the plug and drew it out, watching his reaction.
His brows wrinkled, and his mouth opened, a soft gasp escaping his lips.
After tossing the plug, I lined up my cockhead to his hole. “Let me know if it hurts too much.” I slipped the tip inside him, and his heat enveloped me. Sensation knotted in my gut, and I shut my eyes for a beat, letting a wave of pleasure subside. I had to hold it together.
“Babe…” He pressed his hand on my cheek. “Look at me while we do this.”
Opening my eyes, I found his gaze. “Yeah? Okay. Sorry, it just felt so good.” As I slowly slid inside him, I gazed deeply into his eyes, all his love for me caught in them. My heart exploded with warmth. How could I ever have thought I could leave him?
As he bit his bottom lip, his brows tensed, and then he gasped. “Feels good, don’t stop.”
With my balls settling on his ass, he hooked his legs around my hips. “You okay?” As pleasure engulfed me, I struggled to keep my focus on him.
“I’m great. Fuck me, babe.” Wrapping his arms around my neck, he pulled me close and captured me in hungry kisses, his lips warm and yielding against mine, his tongue slipping inside me.
I found a slow rhythm, rocking my hips and gliding inside him, sensation building and waning. Slanting my mouth over his, I moaned and gripped his shoulders.
“Oh, fuck. Faster, babe. Need it. Need you.” With a groan, he writhed below me and came back in for a fresh round of urgent kisses.
Quickening my pace, I thrust inside him, sensation heightening as pulses shot up my spine. My balls grew heavy, and I teetered on the edge. “Gonna come.” I nibbled his chin and pistoned my hips, rocking us both on his bed.
“Come for me, babe. I want to see it.” He reached between us and fisted his cock, his jaw dropping.
As waves of orgasm rolled through my body, I fixated on him, watching his pupils blow wide and his face tense while he moaned.
His hole clenched my spurting dick in spasms, and hot cum sprayed my chest. I gasped and shuddered as shockwaves spread through my body, curling my toes and digging my fingers into his shoulders.
As it quieted, I fell on him, burying my face in his neck. If I were lucky, I’d spend the rest of my life loving him like this. “Love you.” My voice cracked as my eyes stung. He moved me like no one else.
Wrapping his arms and legs around me, he said, “Love you too, babe. You have no idea how much.”
“Oh, I think I do.” With a sniffle, I lifted my head and pressed a lingering kiss on his lips. “Clean up and cuddle?” Spooning him all night was almost as satisfying as fucking him.
“Of course.” He gave me a warm smile.
Christmas Day had arrived, and we’d eaten a ton of ham, mashed potatoes with gravy and green bean casserole.
Cooking the meal alongside Janice had been a treat.
Christmas with my parents had always been a catered event.
Maybe I could learn enough to recreate her recipes for Malik if our schedules ever meant we had to spend Christmas without them.
After our meal, Marc and Malik washed dishes while I shared wine with Janice while sitting on the main room sofas. Malik was lucky to have such an amazing mother.
“Time for presents.” Janice slapped the arm of the couch and stood. “Marc.” She gave him a knowing look.
“What? Oh.” He glanced at Malik and set a plate in the dishwasher. Pushing Malik’s shoulder, he said, “Let me finish this while you help them sort the presents.”
“Landon!” Janice called out and knelt at the tree.
“Yeah?” Landon emerged from the hallway and his eyes lit. “Presents time?” With a bounce in his step, he waltzed toward the tree and hunkered down next to Janice.
“Now wait a minute. This one has to go last. Right, Grey?” She passed my gift for Malik to me.
“Or first. Either way is fine with me.” I peeked at Malik, striding toward me. If Malik opened my present first, then I’d have my answer, and I wouldn’t be nervous through the entire present exchange. “Actually, let’s do this first.”
“Okay.” Janice stood and brushed her hands down her legging-covered thighs. “Marc?” She motioned to him.
“Yes, dear, I’ve got it.” Rolling his eyes, Marc stealthily removed the bottle of champagne from the refrigerator.
Halting in the center of the room, Malik glanced at his father and then peered at me. “What’s going on?”
“Just stand there a minute, babe.” Holding my breath, I stepped to him with the box, wrapped in Christmas tree paper and a bow.
“I, uh, need to give you your present first.” My pulse drummed through my body, and my mouth went dry.
Holy fuck, I was really doing this? Would he say yes?
What if he said no? What if he said it was too soon?
We were just turning twenty-three. This was crazy—