Chapter 28
Beautiful Haze
Iwoke next to Grey, my body aching with a pleasant sort of soreness from the night before.
We’d gone back to my apartment after the dance near the fountain, and one thing had led to another.
But we hadn’t fully had sex. Not yet. We had spent the previous night learning about and enjoying one another’s bodies. After the long day, it had been enough.
Still, the night before had been like the best of dreams. My mind painted stripes of blue and gold over the memories of us at the ice rink, us walking across campus, us kissing under the light of a lamppost as we danced to music and the rustle of the fountain’s water.
Grey’s eyes opened seconds after mine had. “Good morning,” he said sleepily. He brushed a strand of hair from where it had fallen over his left eye. He was so cute without even trying.
“Morning,” I replied as the sparks in my chest flared all over again. These feelings have to dull eventually, right? I wasn’t sure how long I could handle this level of intensity every time our eyes locked or our skin brushed or we kissed.
“I wanted to ask you something,” Grey said.
Anything, I thought but nodded instead.
“We have a concert coming up,” Grey said. “I know you’re probably sick of hearing us play at this point—”
“I could never get tired of that,” I said fervently.
Grey chuckled. “This show is a bit far. It’s a six-hour drive. In Portland.”
“Portland,” I repeated, impressed. “That’s a big deal.”
“It’ll be the biggest show we’ve done. It’s part of a music festival, so we aren’t the only act, but I’m excited.”
“Well, I’d love to go. When is it?”
“April sixth.”
“Consider me there.” I leaned in and kissed him.
After that, all thoughts of conversation died. The feel of his skin against mine was as vibrant as ever as he pulled away for an instant then leaned in. His lips grazed mine again, almost playfully. They were soft at first then grew firm as the kiss deepened.
Grey’s hands wandered down the small of my back and farther.
They were light and gentle, going to the waistband of my underwear—the only thing I was wearing at this point.
Anticipation built in my chest as my cock began to swell.
With deft precision, he stripped the garment off, tossing it to the side.
My dick slapped against my stomach as it was freed from the restriction.
I gasped in pleasure as he began to stroke me with his left hand.
After the previous night, this already felt familiar—it felt right.
As he stroked me, he kissed me again, gently biting my bottom lip.
His tongue grazed in the wake of his teeth.
His mouth began to stray. First to my neck then up to my ear.
I clawed at his back when he got to my ear, my hips rocking forward of their own volition.
But he didn’t stay there long. His mouth shifted back to my neck then my collarbone then my chest.
As his mouth traveled lower, my anticipation grew stronger, as if my dick had a mind of its own and craved his lips around it, joining his hand, taking the sensation to a higher level.
My brain was already scrambled. I couldn’t think straight.
Then—just when I thought I would crumble—Grey’s lips found my cock.
Relief spread through me as my body got what I craved.
He’d done this before. In fact, he’d done it for the first time a few hours ago, but this was somehow even more intense.
With every shift of his mouth, every stroke of his hand, spikes of white-hot pleasure shot through me.
I couldn’t have formed a coherent thought if I tried.
I was a useless puddle of goo attached to a hard cock that radiated with bliss as Grey blew me.
Then he pulled away, and a rush of disappointment followed. Why did he do that? Doesn’t he know I need more of him? Always more.
He leaned in to whisper in my ear, “I want you to fuck me.” He said it like a secret, like we were in danger of being overheard.
The statement overwhelmed me. I had to fight off my body’s urge to climax from his voice alone. I throbbed against the hand that still held me. Heat radiated from my skin in waves, combining with the warmth from Grey’s body before rebounding to me.
I nodded. “Please.” It half sounded like a beg.
He smirked, sending another thrill jolting through my cock.
It was quickly replaced with a sense of loss as he released me to dig through his pants on the floor next to us.
I had no clue what he was doing until he pulled out a small packet.
I read the words self-lubricant and things clicked in my brain.
“I figured you wouldn’t have any.” His laugh was dry with desire, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he struggled to swallow, gulping hot air down a parched throat.
He was right. I didn’t have any lube. I hadn’t even thought about lube, and given hours of preparation, it probably never would have occurred to me that I would need it. Every sexual encounter I’d ever experienced had been of the self-lubricating variety.
Somehow, Grey’s hands stayed steady as he opened the packet.
I was certain I would’ve failed to open it had it been up to me, and then we would’ve had to figure something else out.
Thankfully, I had him. Grey skillfully poured the lube into the palm of one hand before applying it to me.
Icy, silky smoothness accompanied his touch, which quickly warmed under his hand.
I trembled as he stroked me, covering me from tip to base. If just his hand felt this good, I could only imagine how good it would feel to be inside of him. The thought sent another tremor through my body.
“Are you okay?” Grey asked, his eyes uncertain.
I nodded. My stupid animal brain sluggish with the intensity of his touch.
He smirked again. “Nervous?”
I rolled my eyes, sarcasm bringing me back to reality for a moment. “The opposite. I want you.”
That was all the encouragement it took. Grey straddled me, his lips returning to mine.
He held my cock behind him, twisting his hands around it.
I ached with desire, and his touch did little to relieve that.
I needed him. Needed to be in him. Needed to fuse us together and never break away.
Nothing would be close enough, and I wondered if sex with him would even be enough.
Grey touched my tip to his hole, circling it then tracing lines up and down himself.
He was teasing me with the promise of more.
I needed more. His eyes were smoldering—simmering topaz behind the few strands of hair that had fallen into his face.
I wanted to tell him to hurry, to let me inside, but his stare immobilized me.
“Are you ready?” he asked after far too long.
Oh God. Please put me inside you. I’m going to explode if you make me wait a second more. But all that came out was a single strained word. “Yes,” I whimpered. “Yes.”
On his next journey across his hole, he aimed me into him, taking the head of my cock.
He let out a soft moan of pleasure as he eased himself onto me.
I let him guide the way, leading me deeper and deeper into him.
I didn’t dare move for fear of losing control and bursting inside him before I was fully in.
It seemed to take forever. Every inch deeper felt like a mile.
Every second was its own eternity. Until finally I buried in his hole.
He leaned forward again, resting his forehead on mine. “Just a second,” he whispered. “I don’t want to come too fast.”
You? I thought, bewildered. How am I getting him close? I hadn’t even touched his dick yet. Do I really feel that good to him? I didn’t have time to ponder the question because he was kissing me again.
Then I couldn’t help myself. My instincts took over, and I thrust into him.
We both moaned into each other’s mouths, gasping the air from the other’s throat.
My vision flashed white with ecstasy, and I could only focus on more.
More pleasure. More Grey. More of his smell that filled my nose with citrus and cream. More, more, more.
Grey’s head rolled back, and he let out a deeper, full-bodied moan.
The early morning light shone through the window, casting shadows down the perfect planes of his body, catching on the contours of his neck—the place that I already knew tasted the best when I kissed it.
I ran my hands down his body, tracing the lines those shadows left.
He was so perfect. I couldn’t believe my luck.
I kept fucking him. I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself even if I tried.
It was over all too soon. Barely a few minutes passed, and Grey’s eyes flew open with alarm.
He hadn’t been touching himself, just enjoying the feeling of taking me, but his hand went to his cock now, as if he could stop what was happening.
“Fuuu—” He couldn’t even finish the word as the orgasm seized his body. His muscles tensed, flexing under my fingertips, and he came, hot and sticky, all over my stomach and chest.
He tightened around my cock, and that was enough to send me well past my barely contained control and over the edge.
My vision turned white, and my hips rose, chasing the overwhelming feeling that made me buzz from teeth to toes.
I groaned loudly, unable to form anything other than the most basic, primal noise.
Everything was suddenly too much, and I exploded deep into him with more force than I’d ever came before.
We collapsed into a heap, his body spreading the stickiness of his come between us.
Rivulets of the liquid ran down my ribs and dripped onto the bed beneath me.
We panted together, worn out and wrung dry in more ways than one.
I felt myself softening inside him, but neither of us moved.
We didn’t want to. At that moment, I couldn’t imagine ever leaving his embrace.