28. Chapter 28
Harlow
Gray’s mouth is all over me on the walk to the bedroom, or at least all the places he can reach.
He’s dusted kisses over all of my freckles, along my jaw, and down the side of my throat. I just keep shivering like the little cockslut I apparently am. I keep thinking I want to top him, and ugh, I so do, but then I feel his big-ass cock pressing into me, and it’s all over.
I’m pretty sure the only reason I’m not begging for it is because I know Gray won’t make me. He’s always given me what I want.
Because he loves me. Fuck, he loves me. And maybe even more fuck, I love him too.
He drops me on the bed, then crawls over me, his hands roaming my body, pushing my shirt out of his way as his fingers skim my skin, and he presses open-mouthed kisses along my stomach.
I arch into him, moaning loudly.
Gray nips at my skin, making me gasp, and he chuckles. “I love the sounds you make for me.”
Working my shirt over my head—with my help—he continues trailing kisses up my body until he’s settling his lips over mine.
I chase after him when he tries to pull away, and he grins. “You’re so greedy, pretty boy.”
“For you?” I nod frantically. “Yes.” And I have literally no shame. “Besides, what’s wrong with being feral for your husband’s cock? Isn’t that how it’s supposed to be?”
He barks out a laugh. “I guess so.” Leaning down, he drags his nose along my throat, eliciting a full-body shiver. “Speaking of, do you still want to top me?”
My cock jerks. Okay, so maybe I can get over my cockslut tendencies. “Yes, but I wanna eat your ass first.”
Gray sits up, laughing the entire time. “Is that right?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
I wave a hand through the air. “Let’s pretend I asked in a much hotter way, but yes, please.” I stick my lower lip out for good measure, and Gray’s grin grows.
He’s so… something right now. There’s this almost… lightness to him that I haven’t seen before. And it takes me a second to figure out what it is. “Being with me before was hard, huh?”
He cocks his head, his brows drawing together. “What do you mean? Being with you was a gift.”
I nod. “Right. Except for the part where you had to keep hiding how you felt about me.”
“I mean…” He shrugs. “It was… difficult to keep my feelings under wraps sometimes, but I don’t have to do that anymore.”
Without giving me a chance to answer, Grayson goes back to kissing a path down my chest, his lips warm and soft and mind-blowing against my skin. I get lost in it a little. In the press of his mouth, the heat of his exhaled breaths, the way he follows the same path with his tongue.
His tongue. Wait a damn second. “I’m supposed to be doing this to you,” I say, sitting up.
Gray carefully pushes me back down. “And you can. But first, I’m gonna enjoy kissing my beautiful husband. Thank you.”
His words send a thrill through my stomach and make my cock ache. Yeah, I’m good with that.
Sucking a bruise into my skin beneath my belly button, Grayson hums against me. “So beautiful.” Another kiss. “So fucking perfect.” A tiny nip against my hipbone. “My husband.”
Ugh, that’s so fucking hot for no reason. My hips rock, my cock leaking.
Gray slides his fingers into the waistband of my pants, and I lift my hips to help him as he pulls them down and off me. I barely have time to breathe before he’s swallowing my cock.
My hips jerk up on their own, and he gags, so I drop them immediately, whispering apologies.
He drags his tongue along the underside of my cock, hollowing his cheeks as he pulls off. “Don’t be sorry, it’s alright.”
If he doesn’t give me what I want, or I guess let me have what I want, I’m probably gonna start whining to get my way, so I sit up, pushing him onto his back. Hovering over him, I stare into his eyes.
His pupils are blown, and that’s so hot too. Everything about Grayson is hot, though, so what else is new?
I’m far too impatient to take the slow and gentle route that Gray does.
I want him shaking and coming apart on my tongue, and then I want to fuck him into next week. “Wait, you’ve done this before, right?”
“Not… exactly.”
My heart skips. “What do you mean, not exactly?”
He shrugs, his eyes darting away as a flush climbs up his throat. Oh, that’s cute. My husband is cute and hot as fuck. “I’ve used my fingers before, but…”
“Are you sure you want to?” Gray’s eyes snap to mine. “We don’t have to, really.”
Reaching up, he brushes my hair out of my eyes. “I’m sure. I want everything with you, my husband.”
I grind against his thigh, gasping at the way his words make me feel inside. If he doesn’t stop being this way, I’m probably gonna come from humping his leg like a fucking dog, and that would be embarrassing.
“I’ll make it so good for you,” I whisper.
He smiles. “I have no doubt.”
Hot, hot, hot. Alright. Hell yeah. “Help me get your pants off.”
We finish getting undressed in a tangle of limbs and laughter, and as soon as Gray is on his back again, his hard cock resting against his stomach, I groan. Fuck, if I didn’t wanna fuck him so badly, I’d for sure be begging for his cock.
“I’m not getting any younger, pretty boy.”
I snap my gaze back to his, finding him grinning at me in playful amusement. “Damn, can’t a man admire his husband’s monster cock in peace?”
Without a word, Gray reaches down and strokes said cock from base to tip, whimpering as his eyes roll back. That’s fucking obscene, actually.
And if I said I was jealous of his hand?
He’s left space between his legs, so I rest between them, gripping his thigh and lifting it so I can drape it over my shoulder. It’s heavy, and it spreads his legs just enough that I can see his hole.
Yeah, I think I’d die happy here, crushed under the weight of Gray’s leg on me.
I nuzzle his balls, inhaling his scent. He makes a choked sound, so I raise up to look at him. “It probably goes without saying, but if you don’t like this, we can stop at any time.”
His eyes soften. “I know, baby, but thank you.”
He makes another soft noise in his throat when I lean back down, licking a path up the underside of his balls before pulling one into my mouth and sucking lightly.
I switch to the other, humming around it and letting my tongue explore.
Gray’s hand lands on my head, his fingers flexing in my hair. “Are you going to get on with it?”
I let his ball fall from my mouth, then glare at him. “Are you trying to rush me?”
He shakes his head. “No. I’m just a little nervous, I think. Nervous anticipation.”
That’s actually adorable, and I might lose my mind. I guess I can put the poor man out of his misery. Being in love with me must have been miserable enough.
“I’ve got you, husband,” I whisper before dipping my head and licking from his balls down to his hole.
The sound he makes will probably play in my fantasies for the rest of time. It’s all whiny and breathless, and it goes straight to my cock, and yeah, I fucking love making Gray feel good.
His fingers tighten in my hair, and I spread his legs further apart.
The first swipe of my tongue over his hole has him gasping, the second has him moaning, and by the time I’ve settled into a rhythm, he’s rocking against my face, his fingers flexing over and over in my hair, and his moans getting louder and louder.
“Oh, holy fuck,” he breathes. “Harlow—that’s… fuck.”
I work a hand up between his legs, brushing my fingertip along his soft, wet entrance. “Ready?” I ask, grinning when he rocks his hips and lets out a loud groan.
I’ll take that as a yes.
Raising up enough that I can see his face, I push the tip of my finger inside him. He’s relaxed from my tongue, and he makes the most beautiful keening sound when it slips past the initial resistance. “Are you alright?” I ask, pausing.
He nods, chest heaving. “Yeah, I’ve done this to myself, Harlow. I’m fine.”
Happy with that answer, I lick around my finger, barely resisting the urge to smile all smug and shit at the way he’s panting and moaning.
Reducing Gray to this is wildly good for my ego. Not so great for my aching cock, but that’s a problem for future me.
“More,” he gasps, his thigh starting to tremble where it’s resting on me.
If he wants more, we need lube, so I pull my finger free. “Lube.”
He shifts a little, fumbling in the drawer before handing it to me. I pop the cap, pouring the liquid over my fingers before rubbing them against my thumb to try warming it up some.
Literally nothing will pull you out of sex faster than cold-ass lube.
The second I touch him, he jolts, pressing his hips down like he’s trying to get me inside him. Ugh. He’s the hottest person alive, I swear.
I give him what he wants, sliding a slick finger into him.
“I can take more, baby. Give me two.”
Of course he’s topping from the bottom. I’m not even mad at it, though. The rasp in his voice is unreal, and I want to hear more of it.
I press in with two, crooking them so I can find his prostate. I can tell right away when I have because his back bows, pre-cum spilling from the flushed tip of his cock. Ugh, I wanna lick it off.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I can’t—”
“Can’t what?” I ask, pausing.
He shakes his head, his chest rising and falling quickly. “Can’t do that on my own.”
Well, it’s a good thing he has me, then. This time, I can’t fight the smug smile.
And you know what? I’m gonna get what I want, so with the next press of my fingers against his prostate, I dip my head and swallow his cock.
It hits the back of my throat when he slams his hips up, and my dick jerks so hard I’m real concerned that I might come hands-free.
“I need you to fuck me, Harlow,” he rasps out, his hand finding a home in my hair as he tugs and pulls on the strands.
He’s definitely not ready for that yet, but I hurry the fuck up, working my fingers in and out of him quicker, and when they’re sliding easily, I add more lube and a third.
I’m barely even sucking his cock because I’m too focused on prepping him, but it doesn’t matter because he keeps rocking into my mouth. I’m a mess of saliva as it runs down his cock, pooling at his balls.
When I feel like he’s ready, I pull my fingers free. Grayson moves his hand, letting me lift my head, and I swallow, wiping my mouth clean.
“You look fucking obscene.”
I dart my gaze to Gray and find him watching me intently. His eyes are more pupil than iris, his cheeks flushed, and his bottom lip wet. I mean, he looks pretty fucking obscene himself.
He brings his thumb to my lips, rubbing it over my bottom one. “Your lips are so swollen from sucking my cock, pretty boy.” I feel my face heat as my cock throbs. “Pre-cum and spit all over your chin.”
Hey, I did my best to wipe it off. That’s not the point, though.
“Are you going mute on me already?” he asks, his eyes softening.
I don’t think so, but maybe. Being with Gray always shuts my brain down in the best way. There’s always something happening in there, but with him, it’s just quiet. Peaceful.
Ugh, and now I’m getting sappy when I should be fucking my husband.
Gray lets out a breathless chuckle. “C’mon, pretty boy. Come fuck me.”
I climb over his body, slamming my mouth down onto his as I line my cock up against his entrance.
It’s so warm, and it’s fluttering like he’s dying for me to just do it already. So when he grips my hair in both hands, moaning into my mouth, I push my hips forward, sinking into him.
I moan right back into the kiss. Fuck, he feels so fucking good. So, so tight and so hot, his body clenching around me.
“Move, baby,” he groans before taking my mouth again, slipping his tongue past my lips. My cock jerks at the gentle command in his voice, and I listen without thought. Just like always. No thoughts. Just Gray.
Keeping one hand in my hair, he slides the other down my back until he’s cupping my ass, and then he’s using his grip to urge me along, controlling my movements as I fuck into him.
Only fucking doesn’t feel like the right word because he’s moaning softly and breathing heavily, and I’m pretty sure I am too, and it’s much slower than I thought it would be, and he’s being so fucking sweet.
Our kisses are gentle, and the rock of my hips is too. It’s perfect. Each clench around me sends me closer to the edge, and each moan I drag out of him makes more arousal pool in my lower stomach.
It’s not long before I’m teetering on the edge of orgasm, fighting my body for control. I’m losing, by the way. No surprise. He just feels too fucking good. He’s milking my cock and controlling my thrusts, his blunt nails digging into my ass cheek.
I break our kiss. “Put your fingers inside me.”
Gray’s eyes find mine, and then he’s reaching for the lube, wetting his fingers and pressing them to my hole. “Like this, pretty boy? You want me to fill you while you’re fucking me?”
I let my head fall to his shoulder as I nod.
He pushes in with two, and I hiss at the burn, my hips twitching as he works them in and out of me, matching my pace.
I’m gonna come so fast like this.
“That’s okay, baby. Come for me.”
I didn’t realize I said the words, but I must have. Gray finds my prostate, rubbing over it as my hips go jerky and I lose control, gasping against his sweat-slick skin as my cock jerks and my orgasm slams into me.
It’s blinding, and little spots dance behind my closed eyes. The way he’s clenching around my cock and massaging my prostate at the same time has my orgasm going on and on and fucking on.
I hate that I didn’t make him come, though.
When I slump against him, he pulls his fingers out of me. Aftershocks rock through me, and I can feel his cock pulsing against my stomach.
He hisses when I pull out, and I slide down his body, pushing three fingers into his hole. He’s sloppy and wet with lube and cum, and I swear I could get hard again.
His fingers tangle in my hair, and he guides my head to his swollen cock. I open my mouth, letting him move me how he wants me.
I rub against his prostate as he fucks up into my mouth, and all it takes is three pumps of his hips before he’s groaning and spilling down my throat.
“Jesus,” he groans, his body going slack against the bed. “We’re doing that again.”
I can’t help but laugh. “For sure,” I croak out.
“Come here, pretty boy. I wanna cuddle you to sleep.”
Letting my fingers slip out of him, I watch the trail of my cum leak out onto the bed. “That’s hot, husband,” I breathe.
He hums. “We can talk about how hot it is when we wake up. C’mere.”
I think he’s going to regret falling asleep like this, but I’m too fucked out and tired to argue with him, so I crawl up his body and collapse against him.
Wrapping me up in his arms, he hums, burying his face in my hair. Snuggling deeper, I close my eyes, letting the feeling of his warm, solid body drag me under in seconds.