Chapter 30
Paradise
Midterms were done. It was spring break.
So, of course, I was taking advantage of the time off from school and using it to spend some time with my boyfriend.
No matter how many times I thought it, the word still sent chills down my spine.
I’d never thought of myself as soppy. But I supposed I’d never had anyone I’d wanted to get soppy over.
I often warred with rolling my eyes at myself or embracing it.
I sat in a recording studio as Grey worked on one of his most recent songs.
He stood at the microphone on the other side of a pane of glass, inside the sound booth itself.
His lips hovered millimeters away from a mesh screen in front of the microphone.
A playful hint of a smile danced across them when he met my eyes.
“Ready?” Dae asked, holding down a button so his voice could be heard over Grey’s headphones, and he received a thumbs-up in response.
A steady beat played over the studio speakers, a pulsating synth bass joining in.
Grey closed his eyes and began to sing. It was a new song I hadn’t heard yet, although something about it felt familiar.
Grey continued singing. As usual, I was entranced listening to Grey sing. I swore I could’ve sat there for hours.
“Sun beats down on the waves.
Don’t you hesitate.
We’ve got love to make now.”
Grey’s eyes met mine, and I felt my cheeks grow warm. A chill ran down my spine. The melody was probably Grey’s sexiest I’d ever heard. It was like I was uncovering a fresh facet of him with every new song.
He continued:
“Bikini girls and surfer dudes,
Turn me on, I’m in the mood
To risk it all make your move now
Let me be a part of your paradise.”
He continued to sing, and I wondered where the inspiration for this particular song had come from.
I made a note to ask him later. After he’d finished singing it through, he went over it again.
And again. Maybe it was because of the lyrics being all about getting turned on, or maybe Grey just looked incredible in that tight black shirt, but my mind drifted to less technical things than recording music.
Since the first night when we’d messed around, all the way before winter break, we’d had sex plenty of times.
Plenty. Sometimes, it felt like we should probably be doing more than fucking, but I just couldn’t seem to get enough.
I’d never so much as kissed a guy before Grey, and yet, I was doing things with him—and to him—that I’d never even considered.
I had thought sex was good before. I’d been so fucking wrong.
Even with company in the recording studio, just staring at Grey recording sensual music was turning me on more than I’d thought possible.
Obviously, his music had affected me before, but to different results.
Now, it was all I could do to not think about fucking Grey right then and there.
The thought alone was enough to make warmth creep up my neck and into my cheeks.
The memory of Grey’s strong grip on my waist as he pushed into me flashed across my mind, and my pants grew tight.
I tried my best to settle my thoughts after that, but I couldn’t focus on anything happening in front of me.
The boys did a few more takes of the song before all members of Dreamscape were satisfied they had enough “good parts” to build from.
After that, Dae had to leave early, which left me and Grey and all my horny thoughts alone in the empty recording studio as we picked up the equipment.
“What did you think of the new song?” Grey asked as he rolled up a cable.
“It was good,” I said, clearly distracted since I was on my fourth try at collapsing a mic stand. “You should play it at your next show.”
“The plan is to debut it in Portland next weekend,” he said, then he seemed to really notice me. “Are you okay?”
“What? Yeah.” My throat was so tight that I was surprised my voice was coherent.
Grey shot me an inquisitive look. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” I lied. It was so unconvincing that I decided it was best to convey some of the truth.
My gaze lowered to the ground in minor shame.
“Your song was just so… sexy. And you look really good today. So, I guess I’m just—” I didn’t have a chance to complete my thought because Grey was suddenly right there.
He grabbed my arm, straightening me so I could look directly at him. “I couldn’t wait to get you alone.” The heat in his words lashed across my face. My ears were so warm, they felt like they’d been lit on fire. “I thought I’d be able to make it back to my apartment, but…”
I could barely form a sentence through the waves of electricity radiating from where his hand held me. “I mean, we are alone.”
Grey’s face split into a grin, then his lips came crashing down onto mine.
We’d kissed a million times before, but something was different about this one.
Gone was all the sweetness that had permeated our previous attempts.
It had been burned away by something base, something more carnal.
We desperately needed each other more than we ever had before.
I hadn’t even known that was possible until now.
Our lips warred with each other, his pushing into mine as if trying to secure some sort of dominance only to accept defeat as mine took up the fight.
I grabbed him by his narrow waist, pushing him back until we found something solid to stop us—the grand piano, I realized distantly. It had been in the middle of the room.
I didn’t have long to think about it. Our hands were busy clawing at each other’s clothing.
Shirts went flying to the ground, then we were fumbling with our belts and the zippers on our pants.
The jeans fell away, and Grey kicked off his shoes, one of them flying into the kick drum in the corner of the room.
He fell back onto the piano keys, half a dozen sharp notes playing all at once.
Grinning into our kiss, I removed my shoes with much less fanfare and stepped out of my pants.
I considered for a moment the absurdity of us stripping down in the middle of the studio.
The knowledge of danger was very real. Someone could walk in at any moment.
Dae could have forgotten something. A stranger could want to use the space.
The idea of discovery somehow made me want Grey even more desperately with him in his black briefs and his soft skin pressing into the ivory piano keys.
I bore down on top of him—desire consuming all else.
An unholy chord sounded as my weight joined Grey’s, and his perfect ass pressed against the keyboard.
I bit his lip, hand wrapping around the small of his back, pulling his body into mine.
His chest heaved into mine, our navels meeting.
Our cocks pressed hard into the other’s skin.
My mouth moved from his lips, tracing lightly across his jawline. His stubble sent shockwaves through my nervous system before I moved to his neck—my favorite spot to kiss. Grey’s head rolled to the side, exposing more of the pale, velvety skin for me to claim.
“Ethan,” he whispered.
I could feel my name vibrating through his neck and into my lips as much as I could hear it. A fresh jolt of energy hit me.
“Ethan,” he said again. “I need you inside me.”
I pulled back for a second. “Are you sure?”
His eyes simmered as they pleaded with me. “Yes. Put your fingers in me.” When I hesitated, he continued. “Please, Ethan.”
He would keep begging. I knew he would. The thought of it enticed me, causing my cock to throb, but I wasn’t sure I could do it.
I never had—not in a public, or semipublic, place.
My fingers went to his mouth to quiet the words that I knew hung behind his lips.
They parted around my fingers, taking the first two in.
He twirled his tongue around them, sucking on them, never breaking eye contact with me.
Desire was written in his eyes, the need for me to enter him.
I knew at that moment I would give him whatever he wanted.
My fingers withdrew from his mouth, wet and covered in Grey.
My hand traced down his spine as if pulled by an invisible force until it slid between his skin and underwear.
I found his entrance easily after that, like it was calling to me even if I couldn’t see it.
My middle finger gently pushed against his opening, testing the waters.
Grey’s body squirmed in response as he tried to pull my finger in. The piano gave a few notes of protest.
We didn’t pay attention to it. My finger entered him, and his body accepted it hungrily.
I prodded deeper and deeper, enjoying the sensation of his walls moving around me.
In some ways, it was a more intense sensation than fucking him.
I was discovering every secret inch of Grey, feeling him expand and contract with every movement.
Then I found a spot, a firm, round shape that made the breath catch in his throat.
“More,” Grey begged. “Please, Ethan.”
I briefly pulled out my finger to send a second one in with it. Grey moaned into my shoulder. We fell back, and his hand flew out to brace us, landing on the keys of the piano. The bass notes sounded as I plunged my fingers deeper into him, up to my second knuckle.
Grey’s head lolled back as he took my second finger. “Right there,” he groaned as I hit that firm mound inside of him that I realized could only be his prostate. His breaths came thickly, sticking in his throat.