9. Grayson #2
I thrust my hips to push him again and he leaned against me harder to keep me trapped. We made out, our strangled whimpers and moans growing needier.
And when I couldn’t take any more of this teasing foreplay, I ripped my arms free of his hold and shoved him to the dining table. He sat on top; his naked body served like a feast for my insatiable appetite.
I stood between his parted legs a heartbeat later, my hands on his chest, pushing, pushing until he lay flat on the table. His dick was hard as hell when I wrapped my fingers around it and he released a shuddering breath of air as I leaned down and took him in my mouth.
He was more delicious than anything I had ever tasted.
The unique flavor of his body and his precum triggered an avalanche of sensations inside of me.
I sucked him hard and fast, done with pleasantries and politeness, done with appearances.
I sucked him in the desperate, needy way I felt.
I ate him until I choked on him and then I stroked him roughly while I caught my breath.
His dick lodged in my throat and his growls and moans mixed in my ears.
My other hand traveled up and down his torso, feeling the reaction of his muscles to what my mouth did to him.
Minutes ticked away and we both grew only more attracted to one another.
I knew what I had awakened in him when he pushed my head again and throbbed hard before my eyes.
Avery got up, pushing me back to the wall and slamming his mouth over mine.
His hands were busy massaging my ass while he licked and ate his flavors off my lips.
Then, he spun me around, pressing my front against the wall and sliding his dick between my cheeks.
He swung his hips back and forth, thrusting his dick down the length of my ass, massaging my hole, and pushing us both closer to the edge.
Even before he brought the lube, he had gotten me so close to my orgasm that my head was spinning.
When he covered his dick with lube, he slicked my hole with some more, and I thrust my ass out for him.
My lower back curved in and I clung to the wall as he slipped one naughty finger inside of me.
The sensation was nothing short of incredible.
The instant connection between us, the idea of our bodies and hearts becoming one sparked through me.
He set his other hand on my hip, probing me gently and getting me used to it.
His finger was slender and long, reaching as far as my prostate, giving me the best feeling in the world with little more than a rub. He knew what he was doing.
And when I husked and whimpered for more, his finger slid out.
I smacked my cheeks with my bare hands, pulling them apart for him, and held my breath. Avery was just as insatiable as me, just as horny, and just as wild. He wrapped one arm around my shoulder, pulling me slightly away from the wall, and pressed the tip of his bare cock against my pulsing hole.
He waited for me and I gave him my all. Relaxing by the sheer force of my will, I pushed back and impaled myself onto his length.
Last night, it had been intimidating, but now I was used to it.
I was still loose and relaxed from the hard treatment he’d given me last night, so I settled myself on him, taking nearly half of him before my hole clenched by instinct.
Avery pulled himself back and I adored him for his care.
Even when he appeared wild with hormones, he was careful with my body.
He was careful not to hurt me, pulling back before gently sliding in under a different angle.
He shifted a little here and there, then probably sensed my body’s acceptance of him.
As he charged forward, I thrust my butt back, our bodies meeting, touching, slamming after a time. My heart grew three times its size as Avery wrapped his other arm around me, holding me tight while ramming into me.
His lips traced the length of my neck, raising hairs along the back of it and sending shivers down my arms.
I released my cheeks, letting him rut me at a maddening pace, pressing the tip of his cock against my prostate, stretching me wide, and filling me with his girth. It made me blind with desire. It made me loud, too, but I had a feeling Avery liked me loud.
He bit my ear, growling against it as he slammed us together. Each time his dick penetrated deep into me, I grunted or moaned. The slickness of our smearing sweat appeared between us, softening the friction between our bodies as he held me tightly.
I didn’t even realize it, but I slowly rose to my toes, and Avery rose with me, fucking me from below, filling me with all his thick inches.
When he pulled away from me abruptly, I staggered and leaned against the wall. My world was shattered, pieces flying around me as I turned around to look at this Greek god making love to me.
He was stroking himself while watching me with such unrestrained desire that I had a moment of wanting to never do anything other than this. I wanted us to never stop fucking.
“On the table,” he said, his voice naughty and amused. “Lie on the table.”
I would have been scandalized were I not so turned on by him.
Where we eat? I wanted to ask, but instead, I simply sprawled on the table with beaming heart eyes and a blissful smile.
“Fuck me like this,” I pleaded. My chest and stomach rested flat on the bare table, my head near the lamp in the center.
I spread my arms wide to hold the edges of the dining table while Avery stood behind me.
He slid into me with surprising ease, pushing me further along the clean, smooth surface with each thrust of his hips. And when I went as far as my legs allowed, my dick was strained down by the edge of the table.
Avery’s weight rested on the middle of my back where he placed both his hands.
He held me in place, fucking me so hard that stars flared before my closed eyes.
The wet, smacking sounds filled the room, together with our uncontrolled moans.
And Avery kept telling me what a beautiful guy I was, how sexy, how amazing, how filthy.
My muscles burned, but the longing I felt for us to remain like this soothed all that pain. I was exhausted and sweaty, my voice worn, but I clutched the table hard and asked for more.
Avery focused his efforts on maximizing my pleasure.
He listened, I was sure, to all my moans and found the moves that made me the most excited, the loudest, the neediest. He did this, sliding into me as my body took control over itself.
My dick throbbed, my hole clenched. I was tight by the force of my muscles and my will to keep myself relaxed was spent.
“Oh, fuck, Gray, just like that,” Avery grunted. “Keep it like that…fuck…” He sped up, his sighs and gasps coming in quick bursts. And when he told me he was coming, I made myself even tighter for him, tipping him over the edge.