Chapter 20 #2
“Let’s get you out of these…” he growls.
His words take my breath away, but I can’t look away, instead I lift my hips just slightly with wordless acceptance in the motion.
Gregg eases the fabric of down, every inch revealing skin that trembles beneath his touch.
He treats it like an unveiling of something sacred, and I settle back against the bed, my chest rising unsteadily and eyes following his every move.
His pulse flutters visibly at his throat, and he stands, taking me in before him.
“Cameron,” he whispers sensually. “You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”
I’m so hard, slick with wanting, and he pushes down his shorts and steps out of them with quiet finality. The mattress dips as he lowers himself back down over me. His skin meets mine, warm and certain, and I exhale a shaky and breathy moan, one I hadn’t realize I’d been holding.
“I want all of you. Not just this afternoon.” Gregg sighs as soft as a secret into my ear.
“I want all of you, too,” I moan back, closing my eyes as my hand finds Gregg’s chest.
He props himself up and reaches into a small bag on the bedside table and retrieves a condom and a small bottle of lube.
“Prepared, are we?” I tease.
He can’t help but blush, breathing hard as I take the bottle of lube from him, reach down, and generously glide the liquid against my hole.
Gregg unrolls the condom over himself, the action intimate in its own way. His breathing deepening as I slick lube around his dick, jerking him lightly.
“Fuck, baby…” he moans as he pushes me back and nudges my legs open with his knees.
A threshold had been crossed, I swallow as I look him in the eyes, my hand finding his forearm.
Every nerve in my body seems to draw toward singular awareness of being wanted.
When Gregg presses himself against me, slowly and carefully, I feel a new heat mingling.
“Is this what you want?” Gregg asks, teasing my hole.
“Yes,” I murmur with wanting. “Please…”
He pushes himself against me, and the pressure makes me gasp, the sheer reality of him filling me.
Fuck! I scream lustfully within myself. His dick is so damn big, and I throw my head back with pleasure.
The feeling of being opened, not just in body, but in trust, is overwhelming, and my breath trembles.
Gregg pauses instantly. “Tell me if you—”
“Just… stay there a second,” I pant, urging myself to open up and relax. “You’re the first—I mean it’s been a year…”
“Take your time.” He sighs into me, burying his face into the side of my neck.
He leaves a trail of wet kisses along my neck then rests his forehead against mine, and I wrap a leg around his solid core.
The world narrows, it was only us. I reach around and grab his ass and slowly pull him deeper into me with one hand, bracing myself and gripping his forearm with the other.
He pulls out slowly, and I pull him back into me, a little deeper than before. A sharp moan escapes from within me.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Kiss me,” I beg, and he does. Each deep kiss brings him closer and deeper into me, and my body quickly tells him to keep going.
Very quickly, we learn the same rhythm, and each thrust sends a deep, aching pleasure rolling through me like a riptide I couldn’t escape even if I wanted to.
Gregg is instinctive, with every touch, every moan, he learns what feels good.
Fuck, it doesn’t just feel good. It feels amazing.
We move together in sync, and I cling to his shoulders, my fingernails grazing skin.
I feel every breath against my own, and every quiet tremor that passes between us.
A soft cry breaks at the back of my throat, and he places a hand lightly around my neck and grips my waist with the other.
“You like that,” he pants. “You like my dick inside you?”
“Fuck, yes,” I moan, my eyes rolling back as he presses himself repeatedly into all the right places.
“Good boy,” he praises, and something clicks inside me.
“Choke me,” I beg, my voice heavy with wanting.
“Yeah?” he asks with heated agreement, tightening his grip around my neck and at my waist simultaneously.
I’m keenly aware that this is something he’s enjoying.
And holy shit, so am I. He’s drilling me deep and biting his lower lip, but when I feel his sweat drip onto me, I begin to feel myself becoming undone.
I put my arms above my head and arch my body upwards, letting out a moan each time he presses himself deep into me.
He releases my hip and neck, guiding my leg up to his shoulder with one hand and stroking me with his other.
“Fuck, Gregg. If you keep doing that… you’re gonna make me…” I whimper, pulling his hand away.
“Don’t worry,” he assures between pants. “You’ll shoot when I want you to,” and he pins my hands above my head, grabbing my throbbing dick again.
I can’t help but moan loudly as he takes me to the point of release, but just as I’m about to reach my climax, he releases me, becoming an expert in reading my body.
His large hand cradles the base of my head, and he pulls me into a deep kiss. I can’t help but moan into his mouth as he slows his rhythm.
What began as careful and measured gradually deepens, an urgency treads with tenderness.
Gregg adjusts himself onto his knees, lifting me up with him, all without pulling out, he coaxes me into a different angle, quickening his pace.
A stifled gasp escapes my lips, a raw and unguarded sound I hadn’t meant to make.
“There,” I gasp, voice shaking with lustfulness. “Keep doing that.”
“Fuck,” Gregg growls deeply. “You feel so amazing.”
“Fuck me, Gregg.”
“Yeah? You like that, boy?”
“Yes!” I scream. He’s stretching me open, and I loop my arms around his neck to anchor myself to him. “Don’t stop…” I plead. “Please… don’t stop!”
Gregg’s grip on me tightens, his forehead pressing into mine as he followed an invisible cue and drills deeper into me.
The pace grows naturally as breathing. I run my arms under his and lean backward, pulling him down over me, dragging my fingers down his back and grabbing his ass.
He’s bracing himself with one arm near my head, his other hand firmly on my waist pulling me into him.
I marvel at his abs and shoulders flexing with each calculated thrust.
“Hold your legs back for me, baby.”
I oblige, and hold them back in the crook of my arms. He spits into his hand and takes hold of my dick again, and with each pump and swirl over my head, he brings me closer to letting go. Our breath hitches and the sheets twist, but we don’t stop. We don’t want to.
“I love watching you take my dick,” he says, voice thick and deep. “You’re so fucking sexy!”
I’m reaching my limits, and he’s taking me down a path I haven’t been down in ages.
The way he looks at me, with fire in his eyes, the way he’s controlling the moment.
Greggory Harwell, this beautiful man, he’s one hundred percent going to be my undoing.
And all I want is for him to wind me back up and do it again.
“Holy… fuck…” I manage to choke out. “You’re hitting my spot just right… I’m so close…”
“That's a good lad,” he growls. “Loose yourself… cum for me, Cameron.”
His words of encouragement send me.
“Fuck, Gregg… I… I’m cumming!”
He grips me tightly, and with each pound he causes me to shoot rope after rope across my chest. It’s euphoric, his perfect cock pushing up into me as my nuts empty. It’s like he’s sent me to the moon, and all I can do is focus on him as I return from orbit.
“Fuck yeah, baby…” He pushes my leg back with a strong hand and presses his other against my chest, quickening his pace. After one final deep plunge, he pulls out and rips the condom off, and I watch his cock throb as he shoots his load across my body with the sexiest of groans.
He collapses onto me, our hearts racing equally. Slowly, we catch our breath, and I run my fingers through his sweat slicked hair, planting a trembling kiss into his neck.
“Bloody hell.” He sighs into the pillow, before placing a series of lazy kisses from my neck to my lips. “That was… you’re so… fuck.”
Steam rises in slow, wandering curls, blurring the edges of the bathroom.
The soaking tub is deep and wide, the water hot enough to make my muscles go slack.
Gregg settles back against the edge, and I shift until I’m sitting between his legs, my back resting against his chest. The water laps at our shoulders, our skin is flushed and damp, heavy with warmth and what we’d shared.
For a long moment, neither of us speak. The only sound is the faint drip of the faucet. Gregg’s arms wrap loosely around my waist, and he traces idle, absentminded lines along my ribs.
Finally, he let out a slow, hushed breath. “That was… amazing.”
“Yeah,” I say, my lips curling into a tired, honest smile. I stare at the reflections dancing across the surface of the water, the light bending and breaking around us. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like that.”
He presses a soft kiss to my shoulder, wordless and content.
“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to,” he murmurs. “Just be here with me.”
I shake my head, something inside me pushing forward insistently. “You make me feel things I haven’t felt since—”
But I stop myself.
The name hovers there anyway, unspoken and undeniable. It didn’t need to be said. Gregg goes still a moment, his hand pausing mid-stroke along my arm. There was no tension in him. No jealousy. Just a slow, steady breath.
“Since Drew?”
“I didn’t mean to say that,” I say quickly, my eyes dropping. “Not like—”
“No,” Gregg interrupts gently, tightening his embrace just enough to anchor me. “Don’t apologize. Don’t ever apologize for loving someone.”
I blink hard as the sting behind my eyes grows sharp, tears threatening to spill and disappear into the bathwater. Gregg’s lips brush the crook of my neck, tender and unhurried. Without really thinking, I lift a sudsy hand and cradled the back of his head, holding him there.
“I don’t want to replace anyone, Cam.”
The word catches me off guard. Cam. It was the first time he’d used my nickname.
“I just…” he continues softly, “I want to be someone new to you.”
I turn slowly in the water to face him, careful not to break the moment. My hands come up and trace his jawline. “You already are.”
His breath trembles as he leans forward, resting his forehead against mine. And for a long time, we stay like that, half-submerged, as the water slowly cools around us.
Rain-heavy fog presses against the window, blurring the skyline into watercolor. The occasional patter of droplets is barely audible against the glass. Beneath the linen sheets, our bodies are warm, clean, and utterly spent.
Gregg is lying on his back, one arm tucked behind his head, the other wrapped around me, holding me close against his chest. I’m resting half atop him, my cheek rising and falling with his breathing, my fingers tracing small, absentminded circles over his skin.
“Tell me about it,” I murmur sleepily, my voice barely louder than the rain.
“About what?” he asks softly.
“The night you slept under the stars. In the Maasai Mara,” I say. “You mentioned it the day after we met. And again when I told you about Cappadocia.”
That afternoon in London feels impossibly distant and somehow right there with us, like it has folded itself into this moment.
“Hmm,” Gregg thinks, pausing as he reaches for the memory. “It was the summer I graduated from Cambridge. I went with Julian and a few other mates on safari, but that night…” He shifts slightly beneath me. “I wandered off a bit. Not far, but just far enough.”
I listen, still, breathing him in.
“There were no city lights, no ceiling, just sky. Endless, impossible sky. Like you could feel the earth breathing beneath you.” His voice grew quiet. “I’d never felt so small and so alive at the same time.”
“Were you scared?” I ask.
“Terrified,” he says with a soft laugh. “Peacefully terrified. I remember thinking, well, looking back, it was pretty foolish. To wander off like that, if something had found me out there, there’d be nothing left but a story about an idiot who strayed too far from the group.
” His hand tightens slightly at my back.
“But I also remember thinking that if I could die under that sky, I’d die honestly. ”
Silence settles between us. I pull closer, tucking myself into him, the steady rhythm of his heart beneath my ear slow.
“I think I love you.”
It slips from Gregg’s lips like a truth too tired to stay hidden, overflowing from a heart full of feeling. His eyes are half closed, sleep pulling at him, but I definitely had heard it.
My breath catches, not in fear, not in rejection, but in ache. I raise my head slightly and search Gregg’s face in the darkness. “Gregg…”
He stirs, and blinks down at me, suddenly aware. “I… I didn’t mean to push. Not now, not—”
I place a hand on his cheek to calm him and swallow hard. “Don’t apologize, it’s just… I don’t know if I can say that yet. Not because I don’t feel something. Because I do. I feel a lot. And that scares me. But I’m not sure my heart knows how to say those words again, at least not just yet.”
“Then don’t say them,” Gregg answers as he brushes a strand a hair from his forehead. “Just stay.”
I settle back down, curling my fingers against Gregg’s chest. “I can do that.”