by Cameron Dane
“Hold on tight. I’m taking you to bed.”
His heart pumping fast enough to make his entire body quake, Grey stared down to where Sirus kneeled at the foot of the bed. Already naked as the day God put him on this earth, Sirus slipped Grey’s jeans and underwear off and let them fall to the floor, leaving Grey completely nude. Sirus slid his gaze up Grey’s body, his eyes wide as if he had never seen Grey before; Grey shivered at the exposure, feeling almost as if this was the first time Sirus had looked upon his naked body.
Sirus raised a brow. “Cold?” Shifting, he crawled up Grey and settled right on top of him, wiggling into the space between Grey’s spread legs. “Do you need a hot, live blanket to keep you warm?”
“Not anymore.” Grey pulled Sirus down, kissing him again and again, fast and hard as he wrapped his legs around Sirus’s waist. He grabbed the lube Sirus had thrown on the bed and tried to shove it into his lover’s hand. “Now fuck me.” His voice sounded a little stripped and high to his own ears. “Please.”
Stilling Grey’s hand, Sirus broke the kiss, pulled back, and looked into Grey’s eyes.
“Darlin’,” intensity and softness somehow merged in the slate depths of Sirus’s gaze and wound its way right into Grey’s soul, “if you think I’m going to start and end this by shoving my cock into your ass, then you don’t know me very well yet.”
I want to work like hell to give you pleasure before I take you. Sirus’s words from the other morning flashed in Grey’s mind, and Grey felt like someone splashed icy water over his burning hot body.
“It’s okay. You can fuck me right now.” Grey rolled over under Sirus and thrust his ass against the man’s cock. Sirus’s length stirred against Grey’s crease, and Grey’s channel contracted tight enough to turn coal into diamonds. At the same time, a place deep inside screamed for Sirus to force him open and fill him to the brim. “I promise I want you inside me.”
“Yeah.” Sirus chuckled and nipped Grey’s earlobe. “You really feel like you’re all relaxed and ready for it.” He slipped his tongue into Grey’s ear and fucked it, but occasionally pulled back and swirled around the shell, stopping every so often to blow the wet skin dry. Grey trembled with the cool torment, and Sirus whispered against his ear, “You’ll be shaking like that and begging for more by the time I fuck your ass. I won’t push my dick into your hole a second before I know you’re crying for it just as much as I am.”
Grey sank a little bit deeper into the mattress as the tightness knotting his core loosened some. “I think you just got me a little closer.”
“Good.” Sirus eased down and nibbled on Grey’s shoulder. “Let’s see how much fun I can have with you before I get you all the way there.”
Grey felt Sirus’s lips turn up into a smile against his nape, and Grey had to bite his cheek to keep from grinning as well. Grey’s rectum still clenched involuntarily with every brush of Sirus’s dick against his buttocks, but his cock responded to every brush of Sirus’s mouth or fingers over his back too, as if fighting to prove his body wanted this as much as it feared it. It was up to Grey’s mind to override the fear and let his desire for Sirus win the battle.
Sirus stopped planting kisses about a third of the way down Grey’s spine. “You’re tightening up on me again, baby.” He pressed the flat of his palms down Grey’s sides and poked at his waist and hips, making Grey laugh and squirm against the tickly sensation.
“There you go.” Sirus pushed a hand under Grey’s body and stroked his rapidly growing cock. “Stop thinking so much and just let me help you enjoy yourself.” He trapped the head of Grey’s prick against the mattress and created a snug cocoon between the bed and his hand.
“Not an easy request of a man like me. Ohhh, fuck, fuck…” Sirus teased the tip of Grey’s cock, and a trilling little noise escaped Grey as a shiver of delight ran down his spine. Out of his control, Grey circled his hips and started humping the little cavern of Sirus’s cupped hand, half slipping back into adolescence when he first became curious about the many things he could do with his cock to make himself come.
“Yeah, that’s it. Don’t stop.” Sirus picked right back up dipping his tongue down Grey’s spine, leaving a wet trail of shivery flesh in his wake. He kneaded Grey’s hip with one hand, and the other remained trapped beneath Grey’s body, a temporary place for Grey to pump his cock.
Perspiration began to break out in a thin film over Grey’s flesh, but even the heat pouring off his body as it mixed with the chill in the air had no power to put a damper on his quickly growing arousal. Sirus murmured incoherent words of appreciation into Grey’s skin. With every noise Sirus made he took bigger sweeps with his tongue across some point of Grey’s back, licking up every salty droplet of sweat as it formed on Grey’s skin. Grey loved that Sirus seemed to want every bit of offering his body had to give, no matter how insignificant. The unabashed enthusiasm pushed Grey’s excitement to higher and higher levels, and soon he shoved up to his knees and thrust his ass high in the air, dislodging Sirus from his back and his hand from Grey’s cock.
Suddenly, big strong hands smacked Grey’s buttocks and then gripped his ass cheeks, splitting his crack open.
“Oh God.” Reverence filled Sirus’s voice. A spitting sound reached Grey’s ears just as a dousing of liquid coated his asshole. “That is a thing of pure beauty.”
Sirus whistled, Grey squeezed his eyes shut, preparing himself for the pain. Instead, the softest whisper of nubby wetness flicked over his ring, jolting right through Grey in a rolling wave of pleasure.
Oh Christ. It was Sirus’s tongue rimming his ass.
Grey whimpered, and his cock somehow throbbed more and got even harder.
Painfully so.
“Mmm…” Sirus’s moan vibrated against Grey’s asshole, and the sensation rippled up Grey’s passage, making his channel flutter rather than squeeze in abject terror. Sirus quickly laved the flat of his tongue from Grey’s perineum all the way up to his cleft and back, tasting Grey everywhere.
The mental image, along with the beautiful torment of Sirus’s mouth and tongue all over and around and almost in his ass, sent Grey into a tailspin and had him grabbing for his cock. Grey jerked himself off, feeling wildly out of control but powerless to rip his hand away from his dick or crawl away from this man back to a place of safety. His penis burned from the rough handling he delivered to it, but Grey felt almost like a puppet whose strings were at the mercy of someone other than himself.
At Sirus’s mercy .
At the command of Sirus’s tongue.
At the will of Sirus’s bruising fingers that held Grey wide open so his talented lips and tongue could suck and eat deliciously at Grey’s pucker, relaxing his entrance so goddamned much Grey swore Sirus could get a fist inside him without Grey so much as flinching.
Grey beat at his cock relentlessly, the hardness within screaming for release. “Now,”
Grey said. His mouth hung open against the pillow as he struggled to breathe through too many exquisite pleasures attacking his strung-tight body at once. “Oh fuck, Sirus,” Grey pushed his ass into the man’s face, “give it to me now.”
Sirus surged over Grey in a flash and dug his hand into Grey’s hair, yanking his head back until their gazes clashed. Sirus pulled them both up to their knees, stinging the hell out of Grey’s scalp. Sirus tucked his knees in between Grey’s spread thighs. Then, he smashed his mouth against Grey’s and forced his way inside. As he kissed the breath out of Grey, he uttered into Grey’s mouth, “Now.”
A sizzle of pressure tickled over Grey’s hole, and then, a flash of hot burning. With one stabbing pierce of Grey’s teased ring, Sirus’s finger slipped inside his ass. Grey bit Sirus’s lip as his entrance and channel closed in around Sirus’s finger, flashing panic and discomfort in his rectum.
Sirus finished pushing his finger all the way inside, but didn’t move. “Kiss me, Greyson.” He brushed his mouth over Grey’s, and the coppery tinge of blood reached Grey’s tongu
e. “Kiss me like you don’t care about anything else but getting me to kiss you back.”
With his torso half turned, Grey hooked his arm around Sirus’s neck and held their faces blurrily close. “I always want more from you,” he confessed. He then closed his eyes and crushed his mouth to Sirus’s, afraid to know anything more than what was happening in exactly this moment.
Sirus met the force of Grey’s kiss and gave him equal rawness, the battle of taking and giving coursing tangibly through both men.
“God,” Sirus murmured, making Grey feel it, “how you get to me.” He opened his mouth wide and became almost violent, and at the same time eased his finger out of Grey’s ass, holding at the ring, and then pushed it all the way back inside.
A shock of deep-seated physical joy spiked up and down Grey’s spine and raced to his toes, forcing his eyes open and his hand back down to his cock. Through the haze of their proximity, Grey watched Sirus’s eyes deepen to charcoal as he pulled out and penetrated Grey’s ass again, to a burgeoning quiver of delight in Grey’s passage. Grey’s prick had remained hard through every second on this bed with Sirus. With the third slide of Sirus’s finger into his ass, Grey dragged his hand up and down his length in time with the other man’s pushing in and out of his channel, the small pain now mingling and becoming part of Grey’s pleasure.
Just when a hint of arrogance hit Grey, made him think he could do this forever, a flash of confidence cleared the haze in Sirus’s eyes, and he whispered seductively, “Now I’m gonna make you come.” He forced another finger into Grey’s ass. Grey gasped, but before he could fully process the added thickness, Sirus crooked his fingers, rubbed right over Grey’s sweet spot … and like a switch sent Grey straight into the heavens.
“Ahh … ahh…” Grey jerked at the fierce concentration of pleasure. The coil in his belly compressed tightly and then released, shooting orgasm throughout every inch of his body. Sirus’s two fingers seemed to hold down a button inside Grey that demanded total submission of his very being, and Grey had no ability or desire to fight it. He whipped his hand over his cock, shouting hoarsely as he spewed cum all over Sirus’s bed, giving Sirus the physical proof of his release. At the same time, a pinball-like sensation zinged back and forth and up and down over every inch of Grey’s insides, leaving tag after tag of physical pleasure in its wake. A convulsion ripped through his body every time, leaving him awestruck, sated, then exhausted, one right after the other.
Eventually, Sirus eased his torment of Grey’s ass and gently withdrew his fingers, leaving one more shiver at the empty sensation in Grey’s anus. Grey’s legs trembled and he let himself fall face first to the bed. His breathing was still erratic, but he forced himself to roll over and find Sirus in the first shadows of early evening.
A half smile quirked Sirus’s kiss-swollen mouth. “Haven’t touched your prostate in so long you’d forgotten how insane it feels, hadn’t you?” He crawled over Grey and straddled his stomach, his erection looming and unmistakable, big with wanting. “I’m guessing by what just happened,” his focus slid briefly to the semen dampening the bedding, “you won’t forget again for a very long time.”
His attention dropping to Sirus’s rearing dick, Grey swallowed. Then, his ass pulsed with eagerness for more, and Grey breathed a silent sigh of relief. “Give me a minute to recover, and you can show me again right away.” Reaching out, Grey started at the root and slid his finger up the length of Sirus’s long cock.
Sirus covered Grey’s finger, stopping him mid-stroke. Grey looked up, and as if Sirus had been waiting for him, he said, “You took one finger wonderfully, briefly dealt with two, and God,” his eyes darkened and his voice thickened, “I loved seeing it and feeling you squeezing me inside. But you’re not quite ready for my cock.”
For a few seconds, Grey’s heart stopped beating. “What?”
“First,” Sirus braced one hand on Grey’s chest and leaned over him, reaching for his nightstand, “we’re going to play a little bit more. With this.” His hand came out of his nightstand drawer with a black butt plug.
A big one.
Chapter Sixteen
A butt plug?
Grey quaked inside as he stared at the thing Sirus held in his hand. It wasn’t so much the size, although Christ, the width of the lower half was enough to break his upper lip out into a sweat. It was the very object itself. Playing with sex toys struck Grey as so extremely personal, and as something a person should do alone. The way a piece of plastic, silicone, metal … whatever, looked stuffed inside a body, and the way a person moved and reacted to the sensations a toy created— because they were used to being by themselves while they used them—sent Grey’s heart into racing at triple speed and turned his mouth dry.
Sirus crawled off Grey and reached into the drawer again. In the split second Grey’s mind raced with his panicked thought, Sirus pulled out a bullet and slipped it into the base of the butt plug.
The addition of vibration. In his ass. With Sirus watching him take it.
Oh, Christ.
Grey blew out a long, slow breath, silently counted to ten in English, Spanish, and Japanese, and reminded himself he could get through this—for Sirus. “Okay.” He hooked his arms under his knees and spread himself open, offering Sirus his reddened asshole.
“Give it to me.”
Sirus’s eyes twinkled with the various shades of the moon. Then he looked over the position of Grey’s legs and they flashed with the start of a storm. “I will give it to you.”
Sirus pried Grey’s arms out from under his knees and lowered his legs back to the bed.
Climbing on top of Grey, plug still in hand, Sirus forced Grey’s legs straight down, trapped them within his, and squeezed. “You’ll get it when you’re ready and not a second before. Same with my cock.” Sirus rubbed his length against the tightly closed V of Grey’s thighs, leaving streaks of early ejaculate on Grey’s skin. “Remember, not until you’re screaming for it, baby.” Dipping down, Sirus brushed a kiss over Grey’s lips, teasing them with his tongue as he glanced up and found Grey’s gaze again. “And you will.” He winked. “Scream for it, I mean.”
Lifting himself up into a one-armed push-up stance, Sirus drew a line with the tip of the butt plug over Grey’s forehead, cheeks, and nose, stopping it against his mouth. “I’ve never used this on or with another person before; only by myself.” The rounded tip danced slowly back and forth over the seam of Grey’s lips. “Suck it.” Sirus’s focus dropped to Grey’s mouth. As it did, his pupils flared, and his erection swelled with burning heat against Grey’s thigh. “Take it and get it all nice and wet for me.”
Sirus’s obvious excitement stoked the cooling embers inside Grey, sparking the hidden fire still alive under his skin. He opened his mouth and accepted the first inch of the plug, wanting for himself whatever would arouse Sirus the most. The unnatural, but not unpleasant taste of silicone covered Grey’s tongue as Sirus pushed more of the toy past his lips, and a faint hint of the artificial material filled his nose too. Sirus kept feeding the toy to him, and Grey struggled only a little bit to fit the widest part into his mouth, realizing the plug wasn’t quite as big as he’d thought when it was first pulled out of the drawer. Grey’s lips eventually closed in around the smallest part near the base; the entire plug filled his mouth, making his jaw stretch a little, but not hurt.
“Holy shit.” Sirus dropped to his elbows and ground himself against Grey’s leg, digging his rigid length between Grey’s closed thighs. Grunting, Sirus pulled the toy out of Grey’s mouth about halfway and licked in a circle around where the toy emerged from Grey’s lips, joining in the base, raw act. He shoved the toy back in and whispered, “You look so fucking hot.” The mercury in Sirus’s eyes scorched like the hottest flames of a fire as he played with the plug, pushing it in and out of Grey’s mouth. “You might make me come when I see this thing in your ass.”
Jesus, Grey wanted nothing more than to make Sirus come. He accepted the toy fucking
his mouth with greater enthusiasm, licking all over it and tangling with Sirus’s tongue when the man dipped down and joined in the anointing of the butt plug. Grey wanted Sirus to lose his shit all over the place; he wanted the man to spew with orgasm repeatedly, covering Grey semen until no part of his skin was untouched. Grey squirmed under Sirus and scratched his blunt fingers down his lover’s back, grabbing Sirus’s ass and squishing their dicks together, begging without words that their bodies become one.
Abruptly, Sirus tore the plug from Grey’s aching mouth and swollen lips, biting Grey as their eyes found one another. Sirus didn’t say a word, but his wide pupils and erratic breathing did all the explaining Grey needed.
Oh, yes. Grey had this man as close to the edge as he was.
Sirus buried his face in Grey’s neck and nuzzled his way down Grey’s chest. His cheeks, forehead, lips, nose, and even the top of his head touched all over Grey’s heated flesh as he worked his way down to Grey’s cock, the butt plug still in his hand.
Reaching his goal, Sirus finally pushed Grey’s legs apart and stuck his face into Grey’s sac. A wonderful noise rumbled through him as he inhaled. “God, you smell like great sex on a warm spring day. I want you outside one day.” Sirus glanced up as he dropped the plug and picked up the lube, clicking open the cap. “Hard and deep. Right up against a tree.”
Grey wanted to promise that Sirus could have him whenever and wherever he wanted, but right then Sirus rubbed cool lubricant over his sensitized hole, stealing any thought that didn’t center on his ass. With his entire body tingling, Grey stared, fascinated, through half-closed eyes as Sirus fingered his rim, miraculously relaxing the small muscle, then pushed his finger inside.
Shit. Grey burned with wanting all over, and his entrance blossomed like a goddamn flower, allowing Sirus’s entire finger to slip deep, past the second knuckle. Whimpering, Grey spread his legs more and lifted his hips, forcing friction over his anal walls, although Christ, the gentle sensation wasn’t nearly enough to suit the clutching need for more taking place in his ass.