Chapter 27
TWENTY SEVEN
Felix
Having a phone that isn’t constantly monitored has a lot of upsides. I don’t have to worry about text messages or what I look up. Grey never checks my phone. It took me a bit to remind myself that this is mine. It belongs to me, and I can do whatever I want with it.
And maybe what I’ve done with it is look up a lot of dirty things I want to do to Grey.
He’s opened up this entire part of me I never knew existed. With Steven, I was forced into a role I hated. I gave him what he wanted because if I did, he’d leave me alone.
Well, at least in the beginning.
Grey has given me power. Not power over him, because even though he submits to me, it’s a consensual balance that feels so right. He’s shown me the power in myself. He’s given me the space to figure out what I like and what I don’t while sharing parts of himself with me.
I hope he’s having fun with his friends. I want to give them time alone. I don’t want him to feel like I’m smothering him, and maybe if I left them all be, Atlas will soften toward me. I don’t want him to hate me. I know how important he is to Grey.
I’m on my stomach, writing in my journal, when the door opens and Grey steps through.
Damn, he’s so handsome. Big and strong and so kind and warm.
His blond hair is a little messy, and the tank top he’s wearing shows off his hard-earned muscles.
We’ve spent a lot of time on the beach this week, and the evidence is showing in his deeper tan.
I’m so used to jeans, boxers, and flannel shirts, that this beachy tank top, flip-flop look is funny to me. It’s so not Grey, but it also suits him. Then my mind goes to what he asked earlier.
New York.
It’s across the country, and while I’m fine with moving anywhere he wants to go, I wonder how his friends and family will take it.
They love him dearly and I get it, this man is amazing.
“There he is. My favorite guy.” He walks over to me, kissing the top of my head.
“I’m going to shower quickly, then I have a surprise. ”
I perk up at that. “A surprise?”
He nods. “Put on a comfortable pair of pajamas, and grab your journal if you want it.” He goes into the bathroom and then opens the door back up. “Oh, and um, put lube in the tote bag too. And maybe a hand towel.” He grins wide before shutting the door.
Intrigued, I get up, slipping on a pair of comfortable sleep pants like he asked and grabbing the tote bag. I put lube and a towel inside it. I’ll leave my journal, though, because whatever Grey has planned will most likely take up my entire attention.
My hair is still damp from my own shower before he came in, and I try my best to dry it a bit. Then I throw on a T-shirt, pausing when I see myself in the mirror.
I look so different.
I remember when I first moved in, in February—my ribs with bruises, sunken eyes, way too thin since Steven only allowed me to eat dinner and maybe breakfast if he felt like it. I’ve gained weight. My eyes are brighter. I look so happy.
I feel like me.
Grey comes out, his chest damp from the shower and his towel slung low around his tapered waist. He takes it off, letting his soft cock hang between his thick thighs.
Masculine. Everything about him is so masculine.
I’ve never cared much about manscaping, and I have to say there’s something so hot about the hair on his body.
He dries himself off, grabbing a pair of sweats. “Come on.” Grey kisses me. “I have a surprise.”
We walk down the beach. It’s glowing with lights. It’s warm but not stifling as we head down to a different part of the resort. We’ve had to walk for a bit. I try to notice any abnormal limping, but he keeps trucking forward with minimal fuss. “How’s your knee?”
“I’m okay, Felix.” He slips his fingers into mine. “We’re almost there.”
We walk for a few more minutes before we come to a tall white fence with a keypad. “What is this?” Grey doesn’t answer. Instead, he swipes a card I haven’t seen before. The pin pad lights up green and a lock clicks. He opens the gate, shutting it behind us. I’m confused.
We walk down to a pathway on the beach.
Everything is glowing, and it takes me a few minutes to understand why.
Spaced out along this private section are bungalows, each miniature house facing the ocean.
Palm trees cover this area of the beach, and each little house has a deck and giant sliding doors across the front of the house covered by curtains.
We pass a few. One couple is on their deck enjoying the chairs facing the ocean.
Soft light glows from a couple, others are completely dark.
I follow him down the beach until we come to one.
“What are we doing?” The smell of salt and ocean fills my lungs.
Grey’s lips graze my ear as I look up at the little house.
“I rented it for the night. Our own private area.” We walk up onto the deck, and I turn back, looking out onto the ocean as the sky darkens with purples and pinks.
It’s beautiful out here. The houses are spaced apart enough to give privacy but not enough to make you feel totally remote out here.
All I can hear is the lapping waves. He swipes another key card and lets me inside.
My mouth drops. While the house looks really small on the outside, the inside doesn’t feel like it.
There’s a king-sized bed in the middle of the room, with one door off to the side that I assume is the bathroom.
The bed faces the sliding door, and Grey moves the curtains, giving us a beautiful view of the beach.
“Best part.” He grins, hitting a button.
A soft hum startles me, and I look up to see fabric moving, revealing a glass ceiling that allows a perfect view of the night sky.
“Holy shit,” I breathe. “Grey, this is amazing.”
“The door is made of one way glass. We can look out onto the beach. No one can look inside.” He kisses my shoulder.
“This is incredible. Wow. It’s beautiful.” He helps me onto the platform to sit on the bed. His arms bracket either side of my body, and he pecks me on the lips quickly then straightens to his full height, taking his shirt off.
Damn. Just damn. I touch his stomach, running my hand down his abs and feeling his muscles contract under my fingers. “Grey.” He covers my body, kissing me down onto the bed. His lips land on my neck. My fingers bunch in the fabric of his shorts.
Something comes over me. A thought I want to give weight to. I pull away from his lips, and confused, he looks at me, searching for any signs of fear I may have. I don’t feel fear at all. Haven’t in months. “What is it? Are you okay?”
I pull his hips into the cradle of my own. “I want you to fuck me.”
His muscles tighten, his eyes hot on me. Embarrassment wants me to take it back. This is Grey, though. He’d never hurt me, and I know I want to do this. I want to know what it’s like with someone who really loves me. I want to know what it’s supposed to feel like.
“Are you sure?”
With a swallow, I nod, and without another thought, he tugs down his pants. His heavy cock juts forward, and I lace my hands around it, jerking him in my hand before my lips wrap around the crown. Magnetic. It’s instinct at this point. I just need my mouth on him.
Nerves rattle in my gut but I have to trust him.
He won’t hurt me. I know he won’t. I reach out to touch him, a light teasing scrape of my nails that makes the muscles in his thighs tighten.
I lean in, taking him between my lips and drinking down the salty sweet taste of him.
His heavy balls are tight in my hand. I give them a gentle squeeze then look up. “Grab the lube.”
He wastes no time getting it then joining me back on the bed.
He flips over onto his back. I know he can’t put weight on his knee, and that’s just fine.
I want to ride him anyway. Most of the time I’ve had it done to me from behind, which was fine.
I didn’t want to look at Steven. I’d just shut my eyes and hope for it to be over.
Not with Grey. I want to watch what I do to him.
Grey lies back on the pillows. Although our door is locked, I can still smell the soft breeze floating in from the ocean. “Turn around.” He taps my thigh. “I want to taste you.”
“You sure?” Grey nods, but he’s not looking at my face.
His eyes are drinking in my body. I know I’ve gained a little weight since living with him, but I don’t feel bad about it.
Not with the feral look in his eyes. I’ve never felt this good in my life.
I begin to move my thighs a little awkwardly.
It’s not every day a gorgeous man asks you to just sit on his face. “Like this or—”
Grey growls, grabbing my ass and pulling me back. His breath fans over my cheeks. “I’m a hungry man, Felix, and I’m getting impatient.” He bites my ass. “Now sit.”
“Just like, sit or?” I move a little closer to his face.
“I said sit. Suffocate. I want to drown in this gorgeous ass. Come on.” He tugs me harder, pressing his lips to my hole.
“Holy shit.” I brace my hands on his hairy chest, feeling his heartbeat under my palm.
His tongue works me in soft strong strokes that make my balls tighten and my spine tingle.
In and out he fucks me. Softens me. Drives that wicked tongue inside me.
“Holy shit, Grey. Fu—fuck.” I’m grinding back against him, my thighs restless as he draws out the most delicious feeling in me.
My knees spread a little wider as I take his tongue deeper, melting with pleasure.
His cock jerks on his stomach, and I lean down to take him in my mouth, sucking him as far as he’ll go.
“Fuck—” Grey pulls away from my ass. Just for a moment.
I hear the click of the cap before a teasing finger plays along my rim. A soft gentle touch.