Grey's Awakening (16 page)

Grey had spent the better part of the evening telling himself that Sirus going home to his own cabin was for the best. All through his shower, and through masturbating while in that shower—with Sirus on his mind—Grey reiterated that things were better this way.

He didn’t want complications in his life, and spending too much more time around Sirus would undoubtedly become messier with every day added to their brief hook-up. Grey had even crawled into bed and tossed and turned for at least two hours, surrounded by the scent of the very man in question embedded into the sheets and comforter, torturing Grey with how fucking big the bed was without an even bigger man sharing it. Then, Grey had rolled over and turned toward the window, and his attention snagged on a navy blue T-shirt. Sirus’s shirt.

Grey had found himself out of bed, the T-shirt in hand, and behind the wheel of his car before he even processed that he’d pushed back the covers and gotten up. He didn’t know why he was here now, or what he wanted to say, what he should do, or if he should mention his conversation with Noah.

The door swung open, stealing any attempt Grey had to throw together a late plan.

Sirus stood in the open doorway, a soft light behind him casting him in near shadows. He wore nothing but a pair of white briefs.

“It’s late.” Sirus appeared scruffy and rough, but he didn’t look any sleepier than Grey did. “What do you want?”

“We had an agreement.” Grey’s voice was stripped and harsh, more than he wanted to show. “We share a bed while we’re up here together. That was what we said.” Grey snaked his hand around Sirus’s neck and pulled his head down. He looked right into Sirus’s eyes, internal nakedness swirling and showing through from him. “Don’t break our deal.” Christ, how Grey wanted this man. “Please,” he added, and crushed his mouth on Sirus’s in a raw, openmouthed kiss.

Oh God, he’s so stunningly beautiful.

Sirus couldn’t stamp down that destructive thought about Greyson Cole, just a split second before the man grabbed him and took his mouth with a deep, wildly aggressive kiss.

Wanting to resist, knowing for his own protection that he should, Sirus melted on the
please
from Grey and sank right into his burning hot frame, letting Grey’s body heat shield him from the gust of bitter cold wind. Sirus knew he would never get secrets and confessions from a man like Grey, but the fact that he had said that one word in such a guttural way shattered every protest Sirus knew he should speak. It stopped his hands from pushing Grey away and slammed a lid on every valid reason Sirus had mentally listed as to why he should never sleep with Grey again.

That damn
please
reached deep inside Sirus and latched on to an aching need to know more, and it had him throwing himself into the kiss, groaning as Grey ate at his mouth.

Eventually, Grey broke the kiss and came up for air. “Invite me inside,” his eyes were full of shards of fiery amber, “or I swear I will fuck you right on this porch.” He angled Sirus’s head and stole another kiss, tangling tongues between gasps for air.

“Jesus,” Grey licked Sirus’s lips, “it feels like forever since I’ve been in your ass. Tell me I can have you.”

Don’t. Don’t weaken and give him all the power.
“I—”

His eyes glittering with arousal, Grey whispered roughly, “I want you so fucking much.” He grabbed Sirus’s hand and shoved it down over his cock, grinding it against the hard ridge of flesh. “Feel it … ahh yeah,” he hissed when Sirus squeezed his prick, “and let me inside.”

Oh, God, I shouldn’t
.
I shouldn’t
… Sirus looked at Grey, taking in every inch of his face in one fast second, and swore he saw agonized longing living in every stark line. He let go of Grey’s erection and touched his fingers over the unforgiving angle of Grey’s jaw; the man jerked and shivered, and Sirus had his answer.

“Yes.” Ignoring every warning bell of common sense, Sirus dragged Grey over the threshold into his home, shutting the door behind them. He tore at Grey’s jacket and ripped open the buttons on his shirt, dragging him toward the couch, certain that his pure need was open and visible for Grey to witness. “Oh, God, yes,” Sirus said again, and yanked Grey to him, fusing their fronts together from mouth to cock.

“Thank you.” Raw need edged Grey’s voice as his palms grazed Sirus’s abdomen with tormenting brushes of contact. “Thank you.” Grey scraped his mouth across Sirus’s, teasing the seam with darting licks from the tip of his tongue.

Every light brush of lips accompanied a few steps toward the living room, and with their arms entangled and their legs getting crossed over one another, it might have looked like they were slow dancing to anyone who saw the pair. Sirus pushed Grey’s coat and shirt off and let them float to the floor, glorying in the feast of fit body revealed to his eyes. He slid his hands around Grey’s back and slipped his fingers inside the waistband of his jeans, tugging him close. Their chests rose and fell in uneven falls with every shared breath they took, and their cocks strained as their kiss turned deeper and became more desperate, proving to each man that this was a tango meant only for the eyes of two.

They kept moving until they bumped into the arm of a cushioned chair, at which point Grey reached between their bodies and pushed his hand down the front of Sirus’s underwear. “Damn it,” he wrapped his fingers around Sirus’s stiff length and gave it a hard jerk, “you feel good.” Grey stuck his tongue into Sirus’s mouth as he pulled on Sirus’s dick again, and Sirus thrust his hips into the heavenly, rough touch. His cock leaked precum over Grey’s palm, and his asshole fluttered at what it knew would soon come.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Grey teased Sirus’s slit with the blunt edge of his fingernail, snaking a shiver of delight through Sirus’s body. “Show me more of that excitement.” He pressed a line of kisses across Sirus’s cheek up to his ear, flicking his tongue over Sirus’s flesh every step of the way. “I love it when you shake.” He manipulated his fingertip over the supersensitized head of Sirus’s cock again.

“Ohh, shit…” Sirus moaned and pushed out more early seed, his dick swelling unbearably under the pressure of Grey’s concentrated touch. “Goddamnit.” Sirus shoved his underwear the rest of the way down so he could watch Grey fondle his aching cock.

“You already know exactly what I like.”

Sirus stared as Grey added his other hand to the mix, curling his fingers in a tight fist around Sirus’s penis and dragging up and down his length in fast strokes. Grey also continued to torment the head and opening of Sirus’s dick with an expert touch.

“Oh, God,” Sirus sucked in a big gulp of air, somehow getting even stiffer as he watched, “that’s so fucking good.” Every inch of his body throbbed with wanting. “I like it hard.”

Grey cursed and pulled Sirus right up against him with his hold on the man’s erection. “Jesus, you go right to my head.” He leaned in and delivered another savage kiss, bruising Sirus’s lips. “I need another taste of your cock, but I want to fuck you so badly I don’t think I can suck you without coming.” Grey spun Sirus around and rubbed his crotch against Sirus’s ass. Slick fingers pushed into Sirus’s crease and pressed at his quivering pucker. “Bend over and brace your hands on the chair.”

Sirus shivered as a sudden awareness stabbed him right in the chest. “No.” Every time they had sex, Grey turned Sirus away from him. Before he could second-guess himself, Sirus grabbed Grey and pushed
him
into the chair in a seated position. “If I’m the one taking it, then this time,” he slid his legs in on either side of Grey and straddled his lap, “I want to ride.”

Grey’s pupils flared, and he opened his mouth. Sirus quickly leaned in and covered Grey’s lips with his, afraid to hear the man refuse. He clutched Grey’s face and pried his jaw open with the force of his own, alternating between licking, biting, and plundering Grey’s mouth with a feast of kissing, desperate to make Grey so hot the man wouldn’t care what position they ended up in, as long as he could get his cock in Sirus’s ass. Sirus kissed Grey with every ounce of pent-up frustration and longing he’d suffered all day long, pushing the inferno of need out of his body and into Grey’s.

After one moment where it felt like they did battle, Grey’s strung tight body finally sank back into the plush chair, and he slipped his arms around Sirus’s waist, holding him close. Grey skimmed his tongue along the nubby length of Sirus’s and then took over the inside of his mouth with an intimate probing that Sirus swore he could feel stabbing deep in his anus.

Needing more, Sirus flexed his buttocks over Grey’s groin in a fucking motion, swiping his bare ass along Grey’s hard, jean-covered cock, in much the way he had that one evening in the rain. Thinking about the first night they came together fueled Sirus’s basest, rawest desires, ones that in his mind had
Grey
bent over the chair, with
his
ass open and wanting, begging Sirus to fill him to the brim, just as much as the reverse.

Sirus knew he couldn’t shove Grey’s legs apart and penetrate his channel, but he was too far gone in the moment, and so damn hot for this man, he accepted whatever kind of connection he could get. He delved his hands between their stomachs and worked open Grey’s pants, getting them down just enough to free his cock. “Get the lube and fuck me.” Sirus’s voice was gritty with command, but he had never felt like he needed to mate with someone more than right in this moment. “There’s one tucked down in the side of the cushion.” He dug his hand down one side of the chair as Grey did the other. “Hurry.”

Sirus’s fingers felt arthritic and clumsy; he knew Grey could see and feel the naked need thrumming all the way through his body, but he could not control or conceal his emotions. “Or I might come before you get there.”

Grey’s hazel eyes fired with sparks of burnished gold, and he strung together a streak of blue words, his motions as agitated as Sirus’s. “Jesus Christ, at least let me get inside.”

He straightened his arms and dug both hands into the edges of the chair. “Where’s the damn lube … wait,” he pulled his hand out, a small bottle clasped in it, “I found it.”

“Hurry, hurry.” Sirus’s passage rippled and his bud pulsed. “Just slick up your cock.”

He rose to his knees and braced a hand on Grey’s shoulder, the muscles encased within sculpted and firm.

Grey looked up, his eyes bright as he worked the thick, clear substance over his rigid length. “You sure?” He held his cock around the base, every rearing inch now shiny with lube.

Sirus grabbed his own ass cheeks and pried himself open, and then lowered himself onto Grey’s thick tip. The head of Grey’s cock barely grazed Sirus’s ring, and Sirus felt the slight contact touch over every molecule in his body. He leaned his weight into Grey, kept their eyes connected, and bore down on Grey’s penis. “I’m sure,” he promised, and gritted his teeth together, rocking, pressing, burning the snug muscle protecting his channel. He didn’t stop working his hole over Grey’s erection until, with a gasp of pleasure, Sirus’s entrance opened, and Grey eased the head of his cock inside.

“Ohhhh God … God … Grey.” His fingers digging deep into Grey’s shoulders, Sirus made a choking sound as the pleasure of the coupling engulfed him whole. Sirus’s jaw dropped open as Grey held him in place and slowly, oh-so-slowly, forced the rest of his rock-hard length up into Sirus’s ass. Sirus’s channel flamed with the taking, his ring screamed at the pulling … and he had never been harder in his life.

Grey groaned, the noise rumbling up from somewhere in his middle. “Damn it,” he looked into Sirus’s eyes, “you’re so fucking hot and tight.” He squeezed his arms around Sirus’s waist and pulled their front’s flush, creating friction between their bodies that had both men moaning with pleasure.

Every muscle in Sirus’s being contracted and seized, but at the same time shrieked at the restriction. “Hold yourself inside me.” He reached back and pushed one of Grey’s hands down to where his cock invaded Sirus’s body, entwining their fingers for a second before taking his away. “I want you to stay inside me when I start to move.”

Grey’s jaw clenched as he nodded, and Sirus’s chest constricted with temporary power. This man might not be able to admit to much more than a sexual attraction between them, but he could not deny how fierce and consuming that chemistry was when they came together.

Holding Grey’s gaze prisoner with his own, Sirus found a hold with one hand on Grey’s chest and the other at the crook of his elbow. Stable now, Sirus rocked his lower body in one long stroke over Grey’s cock, sliding up the man’s length until he was almost all the way out and then reversed the motion and impaled himself one hard inch at a time, filling his channel with scorching hardness again. It felt so damn good Sirus did it a second time, amazed that he could feel every ripple of his chute latch on to Grey’s prick and try to hold it inside, only to close up and have to stretch to accommodate when he shifted forward and pushed Grey’s erection back inside him again. Sirus found a steady, darkly wonderful rhythm, one that had his rectum sending shivery tentacles of awareness up his back and down his legs, and had his ability to think or breathe decrease with every slow drive of his passage down over Grey’s cock. Sirus watched Grey as they came together, saw the burn sparking in his hazel irises that turned them almost pure amber, and Sirus knew he was lost.

No
.
I won’t let myself fall for the wrong man again
. Closing his eyes to ward off the swell of emotion trying to take him over, Sirus picked up the pace and rammed himself up and down on Grey’s erection, wincing but loving the roughness consuming his sensitized anus, grasping for sensations that were purely physical and nothing more.

Whipping his hips back and forth and side to side, Sirus grunted at the almost painful widening of his tender channel, but he couldn’t stop. He sank his fingers into Grey’s hard, hot flesh and held on tight while he fucked himself on Grey’s cock, needing the force and speed of mad sex to take his mind and heart away from the mistaken belief that he and Grey were making love.