6. Fox
I wakeup with Greyson’s slick, hot mouth on my dick. I have no clue what time it is. It’s still dark outside, so it can’t be tomorrow yet.
I don’t want it to be tomorrow yet. The past several hours – however many it’s been – have been way too much fun.
I thread my fingers through Grey’s hair and groan my pleasure. “You’re so fucking good at sucking my dick, handsome.”
He hums, and the vibrations seem to echo through my whole body. His fingers circle what he can’t fit in his mouth, stroking slowly in rhythm with his mouth.
It feels so good I don’t realize what he’s doing until he’s done it. One finger rubs over my asshole, and I clench. Nobody’s been back there for a really long time.
He pulls his hand away, but I shock myself by grabbing his wrist and nodding when he makes eye contact.
He pulls his mouth off and asks, “Are you sure?”
I nod. I don’t know that I can say it. But I know for sure that I want it.
He slides his mouth back over me and pushes against my ass again. Only one finger, so it doesn’t take much to breach the tight ring of muscle. His mouth relaxes me beyond belief.
He pushes in just an inch further and curls his finger up, pressing against my prostate.
“Holy hell, Grey,” I say on a groan.
He hums again, and the combination of a blow-job wake-up call, the vibrations of his mouth on my dick, and his finger in my ass sends me into the stratosphere.
“Fuck, I’m coming!”
The gorgeous man between my thighs swallows down every fucking drop, and when he finishes wringing me dry, he sits up and pulls his finger out of my ass and smiles down at me like the smug bastard he is.
“Shit,” I say on an exhale.
“Good morning.”
I smile back and say, “A very good morning. What time is it?”
“Just before five,” he answers.
I ask, “What’s on the agenda for today?”
“Well, we’re definitely gonna have to get more condoms. You used all four I had last night.”
I laugh as he crawls towards me, resting his chin on my sternum and wrapping his arms around my waist.
“You’re welcome,” I say.
Greyson flops to his back and breathes deeply. “It was a great night, that’s for sure.”
“You say that like it’s over.”
“No. Just… didn’t expect it. Didn’t see it coming, ya know?”
I nod then realize he can’t see me. “Yeah. I do know.”
We lay there for a moment until I feel his fingers wind around mine, and before I know it, we’re both asleep, curled up in one another.
I wake up sometime later to the smell of coffee and bacon, and when I roll out of bed and pad to the bathroom, Grey says from the small table by the window, “Morning… for the second time. Breakfast is here when you’re ready, if you want anything.”
“I liked the last wakeup call better,” I throw over my shoulder with a wink and duck in to take a leak.
Since I have no clue where my underwear are, I walk back out buck ass naked and stride over to the table. Bending, I lift Grey’s chin and kiss his mouth like I can’t get enough.
Because I can’t.
And that is not a good thing.
This is sex. Just a fling on the way to spring training. And we live in entirely different states, playing over 300 games a year combined.
“I didn’t know what you wanted, so I got a little bit of everything.”
“Thanks,” I say, sitting in the chair next to him and squeezing his naked thigh.
We eat in silence for a few minutes, me inhaling a bowl of fruit and several pieces of bacon while he eats an omelet and toast.
Greyson turns to look at me when he finishes eating, and after a few minutes with no words, I finally turn and grin at him. “What is it?”
“Just wondering when you’re gonna let me fuck you,” he says.
“I don’t bottom, Grey.”
“Never?”
I shake my head. “It’s been a really long time, and I didn’t like it. It’s not… comfortable for me.”
He nods. “Understandable.”
He stares again in silence, this time with a smirk on his face. His sassy, gorgeous face.
“What is it now, Grey?”
“Just wondering when you were gonna fuck me again.”
I cough out a laugh and set the coffee mug down before I spill it everywhere. “Is that right?”
“Mm-hmm.”
I turn my wrist over to look at the watch I’m not wearing and throw a sassy grin his way. “Now feels like a really good time to remind you that we’re out of condoms.”
He shrugs. “I’d settle for a blow job.”
“Oh, I bet you would. You like my mouth on your cock, huh?”
“I really fucking do,” he says, leaning towards me.
I grab him and settle him in my lap, reaching out to stroke his perfect dick.
“I think that can be arranged. At least until you run out for condoms.”
“Yes, sir,” he says, winking at me when a growl rumbles up from my chest.
“You learn quick, don’t you?”
He kisses me, deep and slow before he smiles and says, “It’s all that playing different positions. Gotta be easily adaptable.”
“Hmm,” is all I say as I haul him up with me and stand, push him down on the bed, and swallow his cock.