9. Grayson
Chapter Nine
GRAYSON
Frost on the window softened the morning sunlight that poured into the cabin. In my arms, the sexiest guy on the planet slept peacefully. His face was tranquil, his body half covering mine, his right arm reaching over my torso, and his right leg nestled between my legs.
I looked at the ceiling and listened to his breathing. I could listen to it all day long. It was steady and shallow. I didn’t want to move from here. I didn’t want to wake him up from whatever dream he was dreaming.
My right arm was under Avery, elbow free to bend enough that I placed my fingertips on the side of his ribcage and traced a wavy line all the way to his hip. As I rested my hand flat on him, it traveled the curve of his round butt.
I held him so.
Last night had been wonderful. I hadn’t known what to expect.
The truth was, I had only known I liked him enough to want whatever he was offering.
And when that turned out to be a universe of mutual pleasure, it felt better than winning the lottery.
A boyfriend. A hot, sexy, handsome boyfriend with a big heart and a dirty mouth, with a facade that shielded him and a willingness to show himself to me.
The silly old me. I couldn’t believe my luck.
“Whatever devil made you chase me all these weeks, I’m glad it did.” His words rang in my mind and I pushed them aside. I couldn’t face them just now. They made my heartbeat quicken and my breaths grow more shallow. I couldn’t parse through it yet.
He liked me enough to be my boyfriend.
The concept was so big and beautiful that I couldn’t fit it into my mind. I had never had a boyfriend. I had never had any practice.
I needed to step it up. I needed to do what boyfriends did. But could I? Or was I just a disaster in the making? I’d been a hook-up artist since the moment I had a taste of freedom from my parents.
New fears filled my heart as soon as I silenced the old ones. Would I just break his heart in some stupid moment of weakness? I didn’t want to. He was too sweet underneath that cool exterior.
I looked at him and my heart murmured. The sudden need to be closer to him took control of my limbs. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him so tightly that he woke up with a start.
I laughed. “Sorry.” But I wouldn’t let go. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” I whispered into his hair.
“No? Only smother me?” he murmured into my chest. I only tightened my hold on him.
“Precisely,” I said in my evil voice, rolling him over until he lay flat on his back.
I sat on his abdomen, one knee on each side of his torso, and wrestled him for a moment or two.
He grunted in protest, but I grabbed a pillow and pressed it over his face as he flailed with his arms. He was pretty much trapped under me as I teased him and held him down.
I hadn’t seen the second pillow coming. He pulled it from under his head and swung it blindly until it struck the bullseye.
The soft pillow slammed my left side hard enough to tip me off balance.
I rolled off of my nearly smothered boyfriend, laughing in surprise, but he was riled up enough to keep hitting my left side with his pillow.
In a matter of heartbeats, we were both on our knees, pillows in our hands, and fighting for our survival.
“This is how you wake me up?” he growled, threatening with the pillow, testing my defenses.
I laughed out loud. “Got better ideas?”
He bait-and-switched me when he went to slam me from above.
I lifted my pillow in defense, but Avery swept low and got my stomach.
The blow was ticklishly soft but intense enough to make me gasp.
“Oh, a million better ideas off the top of my head.” The hit made me bend over a bit and he slammed the pillow from above.
I laughed and dropped mine. “I surrender,” I cried. “I surrender. You win.” But he smacked me twice more before throwing the pillow away.
I had already curled into a ball, laughing and gasping for air, when Avery stopped and inched closer. He put one hand on my arm firmly enough to keep me in place and the other did the punishing. He spanked my naked ass four times in rapid succession. “That’ll…teach you…to respect…your elders.”
I laughed harder still when he stopped. Rolling onto my back, I sprawled freely for him to feast his eyes. And he did, unashamedly so. He looked at all my curves, at my abs tensing as I laughed, and at my semi-swollen cock. “The only thing I learned is to do this again tomorrow,” I told him.
He moved as fast as a viper, his fingers digging into my ribcage and giving me a tickle that sent me into a laughing fit.
As I struggled for breath, Avery hopped off the bed and strolled into the bathroom.
He returned a few minutes later with a small towel in his hand, wiping his face and mouth.
He was naked and in no hurry to put his clothes on.
And I was glad. His comfort with nudity made me so ridiculously happy that I wanted us to move to the mountains and never wear clothes again for the rest of our lives.
Or to some deserted island where we would drink coconut water and fuck in the shade of palm trees.
As I got up to brush my teeth, Avery spanked me once again in passing.
I choked and cleared my throat. “If you do that too many times, you’ll have to help me take care of this.” I pointed at the noticeable change in my dick’s length.
Avery’s gaze locked onto it and his lips curled into a wolfish smile. “What else do you think I’m trying to achieve?”
The sudden heat made my head spin. He was too irresistible.
I brushed my teeth and washed my face, then listened to the growl in my stomach and gave in.
As I left the bathroom, I found Avery standing like a sculpture by a Renaissance master at the peak of his craft.
His back was turned to me, but each muscle was clearly defined.
His weight was mostly on his left leg, the right extended forward, and his right arm bent at the elbow, hand touching his left shoulder.
If lightning struck me at this moment, I would have gone a happy man to the other side. Seeing him stand like this, naked and gorgeous and mine, was enough to fulfill all the dreams I’d ever had and some I hadn’t thought to wish for.
I didn’t want him to move, but he did. Eventually.
He turned around with a blissfully calm expression.
His abs were relaxed yet still defined, his chest falling and rising with each breath, his tattoos stark on his tanned skin.
His cock was soft, hanging over his big balls like a promise of a fun afternoon.
My hunger suddenly seemed less important.
The way his gray eyes met mine, his gaze piercing and intense, made me want to slide to my knees before him.
But I wanted him on his knees, too. It was a subtle power play we had going, one I enjoyed more than I’d expected.
For now, I was happy to hand him the reins, but he had already proved to be an adventurous and open-minded lover.
“Jesus,” he grunted. “You’re so hot, Gray.” His gaze dropped all the way to my feet and returned to my face. “Did I say that already? I have to keep saying it to see if it’s real.”
I stepped forward, my broad shoulders swaying with each trod. When I closed the distance between us, I placed my hands on his waist. “I’m so grateful you went out on that date with me.”
“Yeah,” he agreed quietly. “Me too.” The little step toward me that he took made our torsos touch. His crotch brushed against mine and all the tingling and fire spread through me instantly. I forgot I was hungry; I forgot we were here only for the weekend.
Avery became the center of my world. He was my sole focus now.
I felt him lean closer and press our bodies together.
My grip on his waist tightened and I held him close so that he couldn’t pull back from me.
Obviously, he had no plans on pulling back.
He curled one arm around my torso and placed the other hand on the back of my head.
As he leaned in to kiss me, his muscles trembled for a brief moment.
We locked one another in a tight hold, bodies grinding with each move. It was obvious to us both when our lust sparked and turned into a blaze. My dick pumped with excitement, growing hard against his leg just as fast as his cock stiffened against my groin.
His kisses were ferocious. His tongue played with mine and his grunts set fire to my crotch. His minty breath mixed with mine as we made out and stumbled between the bed and the wooden planks that formed a screen between the two rooms.
We turned this way and that, Avery pushing me against the wooden wall until my back bumped into it.
I turned us around, pinning him there just the same.
As we crossed the distance, our kisses grew hungrier, more passionate, and much more merciless.
If we left this cabin bruised and cut, it would only be proof of us wanting each other.
He pinned me against the wall by the bathroom door, and I pushed him back, leaping after him and being almost carried by him toward the wine rack, where he lifted my arms high above my head and trapped them against the wall.
He leaned into me, melting our bodies together and sliding his hard dick against my abdomen.
He rutted in short, intense thrusts, grinding us against one another and bringing us both to that ephemeral place of passion, the place where only our sensations mattered.
All my senses were strung tight and tuned to Avery.
His scents shifted between the mint of toothpaste to his wilderness-in-the-mountains cologne.
His muscles were hard against mine, but his skin was smooth and soft, except for his pubic area, which was coarse with new hair.
His lips were wet on mine. His moans were music to my ears.
I loved everything about this. And I loved the struggle between us.