16. Chapter 16 #2
I make quick work of shampooing it, and then I lather it in conditioner, hoping that it’ll be enough to at least keep it somewhat manageable.
“Swap with me,” I say after I’ve soaped up a loofah. Gray’s body brushes mine as he steps past me and into the spray of water. It sends electric jolts through my skin, tingles exploding at the contact.
I’m frozen for a second, watching the way the water runs off Gray’s back and over the curve of his ass. It’s kind of ridiculous, if I’m being honest. No man that hot should also have an ass that nice.
“Do you ever bottom?” My face burns hot when Gray turns around to look at me, and I realize what I said.
“Not usually.” Well, that’s fair. I prefer to bottom, but every once in a while—“But for you, I would.”
For me, he would? “Really?”
His eyes fall to my swollen cock, and this time, it’s him licking his lips. “Yeah,” he croaks out. “I think you’d be hard-pressed to find anything I wouldn’t do for you. In bed or otherwise.”
“But do you like it?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. I don’t want him doing something just because I want it. That sounds like the most unsexy thing I’ve ever heard in my life.
“If you’d like to, I’d let you.”
Weird way to phrase that, but whatever. I nod, then go back to cleaning myself off, and after a few seconds, Gray turns toward the water and finishes with his hair. And if I watch his muscles flex the whole time, that’s my business.
“Ready to swap?” he asks.
We swap places again, and this time my hard cock brushes his leg. Is there something dangerous about having an erection for a long time, or is that just an if you’ve taken medication for it thing?
I’ll worry about that later, I guess.
I rinse off quickly while Gray scrubs down his body. He really is too fucking hot. I’m a little mad at myself for not noticing sooner because what do you mean we could have been doing this all along?
A real waste of my life, if I’m being honest.
By the time Gray is rinsed off, my patience is at an all-time low. Sinking to my knees in front of him, I glance up at him through my lashes.
He blinks down at me, his mouth slightly parted. “You were serious.”
It’s not a question, but I’ll answer anyway. “When have you ever known me to not be serious about something I want?”
He shrugs, his cock bobbing in front of my face. “Never, I guess.”
“Can I?” I’m dying to. I can’t even describe how badly I want to know what he tastes like. I’m not gonna beg for it, but… Well, actually, I might. If I need to.
Thankfully, I don’t need to.
Gray slides a hand into my wet hair, then grips the base of his cock with the other. “How do you want this?” he asks, his thumb gently caressing my scalp.
“I want you to fuck my face.”
Heat flares in Gray’s eyes, and he taps my bottom lip with the head of his cock. “Open for me then, yeah?”
Holy fuck. Was wasting my fucking life indeed.
My mouth falls open, and I place a hand on Gray’s thigh to brace myself. His muscles flex under my fingertips as he presses forward, sinking the head of his cock into my open mouth.
I’m pretty sure my eyes roll back immediately. Sure, all I can taste is clean skin and the slight hint of salt from his pre-cum, but it doesn’t matter. It’s Grayson.
Next time, I don’t want him to shower first. I appreciate the sentiment, but it’s unnecessary. Next time. I can’t believe I have Gray’s dick in my mouth, and I’m already planning a next time.
My dick pulses hard when he tightens his grip on my hair and shifts his hips, thrusting his cock deeper into my mouth.
I want to keep my eyes open so I can see the way he looks when I swallow him down—I’m quite proud of the fact that I’ve trained myself out of having a gag reflex—but it’s too hard, and when he hits the back of my throat, they fall closed on their own.
He lets out a breath that I just barely hear over the sound of the water beating down on the shower floor, then he pulls back and slides his cock into my mouth again, deeper this time.
I twist my tongue around the head when he pulls out, and his soft moan sends a shiver down my spine.
Forcing my eyes open, I glance up at him. His head is tilted back, his throat exposed, and his chest is heaving. If I’ve done this with a hotter man, I can’t think of who. My stomach tightens as he uses his grip to pull my head back, then drags me forward instead of using his own hips.
“How much can you take, Harlow?” he rasps, pulling out and dragging the head of his cock along my lower lip. “All of it? Can I bury it down your throat?” I whimper, reaching down to press a hand against my aching cock. I try to nod, but his grip is too tight. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
I quite would, actually. Yes, yes, yes.
I’m pretty sure he’s robbed me of the ability to speak because when I open my mouth, all that comes out is a whiny moan that makes heat flood my face. He’s not even touching me, and I’m reacting this way. Maybe I’d die if he was touching my cock. That would probably be a reasonable reaction.
“Stroke yourself,” Gray says, and my hand moves without thought.
A shiver racks my body, and he snaps his hips forward, burying his cock in the back of my throat. My chest vibrates with a garbled moan, and he echoes the sound, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in.
His other hand comes up to tangle in my hair, and he pulls me forward until my nose is pressed to the short hair above his cock. I can barely breathe, and I’m not even complaining.
I swallow around him, stroking myself until my fingers go numb. Gray pulls back quickly, and I inhale a gasping breath.
His fingers flex in my hair, tugging and pulling, creating a delicious sting in my scalp that makes a shiver race down my spine.
I’m really so close to coming that it’s a little embarrassing, and when Gray uses his hold on my head to drag my mouth up and down his cock, pre-cum runs down my shaft and over my fingers.
This time, he doesn’t let up, and he doesn’t slow down. His hips move in little aborted thrusts as he uses my hair to control me and force me onto his cock over and over. He’s moaning and my eyes are watering and drool is making a mess of my lips and chin.
A choked noise leaves his throat, and he thrusts deeper, stilling as he grinds against my face and comes down my throat.
I don’t have time to pout about not being able to taste him because, between the noises he’s making and the way my lungs are burning for air and the tingles spreading through my body, I lose control.
My stomach clenches hard, my dick pulsing as rope after rope of cum covers the shower floor before washing away with the water.
Grayson untangles his fingers from my hair, letting his cock fall from my mouth. I inhale a ragged breath, my throat aching from the treatment, and I slump forward, resting my forehead against his thigh.
Everything is all noodly and still tingly, and I could for sure take a nap. Right here. I don’t even need a blanket. I’m super warm from the water and the orgasm and from Gray.
My forehead rest disappears, but before I can fall forward, strong hands grip me under my armpits, and Gray’s helping me stand.
My legs aren’t really working, and I think he can tell because he hooks an arm around my waist, holding most of my weight as he shuts off the water and shifts around so he can grab towels.
Gray wraps a towel around me. Or at least he tries to. I think it’s hard when he’s supporting my legs.
“You okay?” he asks softly.
Oh, I’m great. Fucking perfect.
“Harlow.” I tilt my head back so I can look at him. “You okay?”
I nod, since apparently my brain-to-mouth thing is fucked up.
His eyes dart around my face for a second, and then his lips tilt up in a smile.
“I can’t believe how quiet you’re being.
Never thought I’d see the day.” I don’t really know what to say to that, so I just cock my head.
“Quiet is fine, as long as you’re alright. ”
I nod again. I really am totally fine. Great, even. Better than great.
He chuckles softly. “Come on. Let’s get you in bed.”
After quickly drying me off, Gray scoops me up in his arms, which honestly makes my stomach flip a little, and then he carries me into the bedroom and lays me down on the bed, pulling the blankets up and tucking me under the covers.
A few seconds later, he’s crawling in beside me, and, without thinking, I roll toward him, snuggling into his side.
“Goodnight, Harlow.”
“Night, Gray,” I whisper, finally finding my voice.
It doesn’t take more than a few seconds before I’m out like a light.