11. Grayson #2
My hands traveled along the sides of his torso, feeling his smooth, heated skin. I kissed him wherever I could reach him, rising higher and dropping lower. I could never get enough of him, no matter how much he gave me.
Avery surrendered to my slow exploration of his body. His fingers ran through my hair back and forth. He swayed on his feet and my head went lower until my lips touched the hard bulge trapped in his pants. “Fuck, I missed you,” I whispered, then pressed my mouth against his throbbing length.
“I’m here,” he said in a smoky voice.
He was. Right here with me. And I wouldn’t change it for the world. I wouldn’t give it up for anyone. His body under my fingertips was exactly where it belonged.
I kissed the length of his bulge harder and harder until Avery sucked his teeth and tensed his abs.
He stepped back, unbuckling his belt and pulling the zipper down.
The button popped and he was all mine. His pants opened over the tent he pitched in his underwear.
The black fabric stretched thin where the tip of his cock pushed it off his hip.
The faint scent of his musk made me hungry for his body.
It opened my appetite so much that I found myself wishing I could stay in this room for the rest of time, never stop exploring him and being explored by him in turn.
How had I lived without this sense of completeness? How had I lived without another person that belonged to me in all the ways that mattered? Where had I found the strength to keep looking and failing and looking more?
Avery was the fulfillment of all my dreams and I treated him as such. Carefully, I wrapped my lips around the tip of his length, soaking the fabric of his underwear with my saliva. I drooled for him like I had never drooled in my life. I longed to taste him like I had never tasted him before.
My hands moved to cup his firm ass, sliding under the tight boxer briefs and feeling his smooth skin.
For three days, I had been imagining him next to me while we constantly exchanged texts.
I showered him with my ridiculous questions, gaining no insight into his life from them save that he was someone who could put up with my randomness until the end of days.
Avery thrust his hips forward, grinding himself against my mouth.
It made me sigh with pleasure and I slipped my hands free, then pulled his waistband over his peachy ass.
It rolled with his underwear all the way to the lower curve of his butt, the front pulling down with his hard dick caught in the fabric.
The skin around his cock was covered with very short, black hair, trimmed neatly but not totally shaved.
I loved feeling its coarse texture under my soft lips.
I kissed him there and then moved lower, pressing my lips against the base of his cock.
And when I pulled the waistband over his tip, my lips followed his length and found the slick tip.
Avery’s pants folded around his ankles, his underwear following, while I closed my lips around the thick head of his cock and leaned into him.
My head dipped a few inches, swallowing his girth, and I savored the rich flavors of his excitement.
His precum soaked into my tongue, its saltiness and sweetness spreading through my nervous system.
His soft sighs of joy intensified the harder I moved my head on his cock.
In his passion, he rose to the tips of his toes, towering over me like a monument.
He ran wild with lust, sliding himself into me and lodging his big dick in my throat, cutting the flow of air seamlessly and putting me at his mercy.
He was so beautiful from below. His torso leaned back and his hips thrust forward.
The light from the lamps around the room softened his features, casting hazy shadows between his muscles, and highlighting the appealing hills and valleys of his body.
He entered me deeper, making me relax my muscles else I choked, and I embraced him. I welcomed him openly and fully.
I cupped his cheeks again, pressuring him to ram into me harder, to spare nothing, to use me as his sex toy. We had plenty of time for gentle care afterward.
I sucked the air out of my mouth, sealing him in the pressure of a vacuum and holding him in my mouth for as long as I could stand not breathing.
He throbbed, his head dropping to let his gaze meet mine.
His eyebrows, usually flat, curved in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
He clasped his teeth around his lower lip, air hissing between them loudly.
And I released him.
The fire that burned in me wouldn’t let me tip him over just yet. I had been waiting for this like a good boy. I deserved my reward. “Lie down,” I pleaded.
He hesitated only for a heartbeat, then decided the floor would do just fine. He lay down, pulling me close to kiss me. It turned me on beyond words to feel his tongue in my mouth.
I got up as soon as our kiss stopped. I was hasty when I undressed, carelessly throwing my pants to a corner and searching his nightstand for lube. I poured it over my fingers and rubbed it well between my cheeks when I dropped to my knees next to Avery.
My dick was stiff and dark with the blood that filled it.
It was sensitive to every little touch, leaping with desire, so I kept my hand away.
I stroked Avery with my slick fingers, then threw a leg over his waist and set a knee on each side of him.
“I wanna ride you, Avery,” I whispered. “I wanna ride you hard.”
His ears perked and he bared his teeth in a deadly handsome smile. “I’m all yours.”
I didn’t know how badly I had needed to hear those words. “You are,” I agreed. “And I’m yours,” I whispered.
I bent a little forward, curving the small of my back as I thrust my butt out.
His dick settled perfectly between my cheeks, reacting with a hard throb to every move I made.
I held him in my left hand, rubbing myself carefully against him and making my muscles relax and loosen.
When I applied pressure, my eyes rolled back in an almost unbearable sensation of pleasure.
It welled in me so abruptly that I had to hold my breath.
I sat on him, taking a mere inch of his length inside of my body, and whimpered as I lifted myself off of him.
Again, I lowered my body to welcome him inside and impaled myself on his length far enough to stop and hold us as we were.
For an endless moment, I clenched around his dick, holding a sob in my throat and waiting for that sliver of pain to fade away.
It always did. And when it melted into a distant memory, nothing but pleasure remained. Things like these were worth every drop of discomfort. And that was exactly what happened. I swung my hips forth, then sat back on him, taking him deeper in.
My gaze met his. He was heated and aroused beyond any limit. He was inside of me after waiting for days and I felt in my chest the same excitement that coursed through his veins.
As I sank down on him, a long moan drew from me, and I slapped both my hands against his chest. He entered me deep within a few heartbeats of my movements.
His dick filled me and his presence filled the emptiness that I hadn’t known existed until I met him.
He thrust his hips up, slamming against me and dipping deeper into me.
And each time I lowered myself onto him, my fingernails sinking into his muscled pecs, I wanted to cry louder and moan harder and grind against him faster.
I pinned him against the floor with my weight and moved back and forth in slow, deliberate, sensual swings. It was torturing him, I knew, and his eyebrows curved higher, his mouth opened wider, and his cheeks grew hotter. He surrendered himself to my control and I rode him hard for a long time.
My mind was one with my body. I was not aware of anything beyond this room, beyond the two of us.
I felt his thickness stretching me wide and his length probing me deep.
I felt his cock press against my prostate and my whole body reacted with joy.
My dick pulsed, already aching and swollen, and my hole tightened around him, making him grunt in pleasure.
When my slow pace became unbearable for my wild lover, Avery grabbed my hips and controlled my body almost better than I could.
He lifted me and yanked me down his impressive length, pushing whimpers out of my open mouth.
He made me weightless, his arms strong and biceps bunching with exertion.
He dragged me down on him, keeping me on the blissful edge between my fiery lust and my coveted orgasm.