Grey's Awakening (11 page)

Grey shook his head, working like the devil to clear the drugging, wonderful pleasure wreaking havoc in his body, in order to think about the man taking the punishing blows of his ardor. “Okay?” His mouth fell open as he choked and willed his body not to move. “You … oh, fuck, so tight … okay?”

Sirus reached back and scraped his fingers across Grey’s buttocks, grabbing for purchase. “Don’t stop.” His voice was rusty and breathless. “Oh God, I feel so fucking full with you.” He bumped his ass up into Grey’s dick, providing delicious friction that got Grey growling with pleasure and pounding away again. “That’s it, that’s it…” Sirus looked back at Grey and his gaze was slate with lust. “Fucking let me feel you come.”

Sirus’s face, voice, and Jesus God, those expressive eyes of his slammed Grey right into a brick wall. He let go of his toehold and dropped down, burying his hand in Sirus’s hair and twisting his head at an unnatural angle, needing his mouth.

Grey bit and got his tongue inside. Sirus whispered, “I want you,” brushing the sentiment over Grey’s lips, stilling Grey in place, their bodies locked in an intimate puzzle, “…to give it to me,” Sirus went on, his voice a whisper and a command at the same time. He pulled back a hair and their gazes locked, once more slipping this to something more complicated than sex. “Now.”

Grey could not look away, and he could not control his body. With his cock tucked deep in the tight confines of Sirus’s flaming ass, his balls drew up and his spine raced with that familiar tingle. No time to get away, Grey squeezed his eyes shut as he drove his cock deep, orgasm overtaking him. He jerked and spilled inside Sirus’s body, shuddering with every drop of seed he gave.

Just when Grey thought he might feel far too naked to ever look at Sirus again, the other man shook and his rectum contracted in tight spasms around Grey’s still embedded, amazingly sensitive cock. Grey opened his eyes, found Sirus’s face pulled taut, his eyes half closed, his teeth gritting, and knew without a doubt the man had just ejaculated and stained the rug with cum.

Goddamnit, Sirus is something to behold when he comes.

He didn’t know how it happened, but Grey found himself getting hotter than hell to go at it all over again.

The trembles in both men eventually subsided. Sirus opened his eyes, the shine in them punching Grey right in the heart.

“Holy shit,” Sirus’s voice held a smile, “we are good at this.” He rolled over, dislodging Grey from his body as he shifted to his back and put one hand under his head as a pillow. Darting up fast, he nipped Grey’s lips with a quick kiss, and then did his cheek. “That fuck deserved an award.” Every word he spoke put lightness into the air, sweeping the intensity of the sex they’d just had from the room. “We ought to look into that online or something. A fucking championship. What do you think?”

Grey’s stomach chose right then to rumble in a very unsexy way. “I guess I want food.” He chuckled, and could have hugged Sirus for so naturally infusing needed levity into the moment.
If I hugged people, that is
, Grey amended silently. “I did make something earlier. It should be fine if we reheat it. Are you hungry?”

Sirus groaned, but did pull himself to a sitting position. “I could probably make it to the kitchen and eat something.” He actually shifted to his hands and knees and started to crawl. Grey’s gaze dropped right to the man’s red, raw ass, his focus zeroing in on the semen already starting to leak from within.

Stopping about halfway to his destination, Sirus looked over his shoulder and forced Grey’s attention to his face. “You coming?” he asked, his tone as deep, flirty and sultry as all get out. “It is your meal, after all.”

Groaning as his dick tried to thicken, Grey looked Sirus over from top to bottom, and knew the man understood exactly what he implied.
Son of a bitch wants it just as much as
I do
.

“Hell yeah, it’s my meal,” Grey threatened. He jumped to his feet and took two fast strides toward his goal, watching Sirus’s eyes widen in response. “And I’m going to fuck you right through the table if you don’t start running.”

Sirus shouted and managed to get to his feet and allow chase, but he didn’t put up much of an effort. Grey caught him and wrestled him right up onto the sturdy kitchen table, making a damn fine meal out of Sirus Wilder before he ever touched a bite of food.

Grey shoved Sirus into the back of the couch and plunged his cock into the man’s tight, scorching ass, slamming his length to the hilt.

Sirus cried out at first full penetration, bracing his hands on the sofa as he pushed his backside into Grey, demanding more without words.

Jesus, he has the finest, tightest body I’ve ever seen
.
Or fucked
. Running his hands all up and down Sirus’s exquisitely muscled back, Grey stared down at his prick disappearing into Sirus’s entrance time and again, and slipped to a place of pure, physical desire. “Take it. Oh, fuck…” He pulled all the way out, left Sirus gaping for a moment, then filled his begging hole again. “Take my cock.”

“Give it to me.” Sirus squeezed his rectal muscles in a vise around Grey’s invading prick, driving Grey insane with pleasure. “Give it to me hard.” Sirus bucked and grunted as Grey pierced his channel with vigorous, full thrusts, giving Sirus what he said he wanted. “Oh, yeah, fucking … just … like … that.”

Animalistic aggression Grey usually kept banked deep inside emerged, and he mounted Sirus like a stallion on a mare. He bit into Sirus’s thick shoulder as he covered the man completely and started a series of piston-fast pumps of his shaft into Sirus’s body, humping him in the most rudimentary of ways.

Sirus moaned and pushed back into the mating. He looked over his shoulder, and his eyes flashed silver light in the charcoal depths. “So goo—ahh!” Sirus shouted hoarsely as Grey drove particularly deep and ground his pubes into Sirus’s stretched ring. Unable to help himself, Grey forced his way in somehow even deeper, needing every goddamned inch of Sirus he could steal. Just as quickly, Sirus reached back and grabbed onto Grey’s hips, pulling them together. He pressed his forehead into the couch, hiding his face once again. “So … good.” Shortness of breath guided his words. “Fuck me; fuck me. Don’t stop.”

“No.” Sweat poured down Grey’s naked body, and his skin felt like it was stretched tight and on fire. “Can’t.” Grey wrapped his arms around Sirus’s torso and dug into his chest with the blunt tips of his fingers. Holding on tight, without gentleness, Grey rammed Sirus forward, doubling the other man’s upper body over the back of the couch with the force of his fucking.

Sirus let go of Grey and planted his hands into the cushions of the sofa, making himself stationary once again. “Jerk my cock.” Sirus tried to reach down with one hand and do it himself. He made contact with a hiss. “Hurts … so hard.”

Grey knocked Sirus’s fingers away and wrapped his burning erection up tightly in hand, giving the thick length a rough tug. Sirus groaned and pushed into the milking of his dick. At the same time, his snug passage rippled all around Grey’s cock and squeezed, killing Grey with unfathomable pleasure.

“Oh shit…” Grey’s nuts quickly sucked up nearly into his body, making him grunt and grit his teeth as he fought to hold off release. He frantically jerked and pulled on Sirus’s velvety-hard prick, trying to get the guy to orgasm faster than the tingling already coiling in his own belly and racing up his spine. “Coming… Too fast.” Grey curled his fingertips around the thick head of Sirus’s dick and teased the wide slit, smearing slickness all over the cap. Sirus shuddered, and his ass contracted in a suffocating hold around Grey’s embedded cock, tormenting Grey into giving up the battle.

“Ahhh!” Grey speared his penis into the deepest reaches of Sirus’s body, lifting Sirus all the way onto the tips of his toes as release overtook him. Semen shot through Grey and raced to his cock; his shaft pulsed inside Sirus’s rectum, beating in time with every spit of hot cum he dumped in Sirus’s ass. Grey buried his fingers into Sirus’s hard chest, kept a fist clamped around his member, and stuck his face into Sirus’s damp hair, barely holding on to sanity through the fiercely pleasurable ride.

Wet heat emptied out of Grey, filling Sirus’s hole. Through the hazy, sex-filled blur of coming, Grey dragged his hand up the length of Sirus’s erection and pinched the tip.

Hard. Sirus groaned, the low rumble vibrating all through his body, almost like an animal in pain. Right on top of that, his cock jumped in Grey’s snug hold, swelled, and then the waterfall-loud sound of ejaculate hitting the floor filled Grey’s ears. Sirus seemed to come forever, almost motionless and silent as he did.

Grey stayed still and quiet for a moment, slipping into a place of ease he had never felt in his life. Everything about the steady rise and fall of Sirus’s body beneath him— that his own body naturally found and mimicked—dragged Grey into its spell, intoxicating him with the touch, smell and taste of Sirus, lulling Grey into never wanting to let this man out of his arms.

Ever.

Grey jerked, feeling like freezing lake water plashed over his heated flesh.
No, huh-uh, not forever
.
Absolutely not
.
I don’t do long-term
.
I don’t even know this man
.
Not
really
. His heart racing for an entirely different reason than fucking, Grey let go of Sirus and withdrew his cock, stifling a moan at the last sliver of pleasure.

Sirus straightened, and Grey slapped his ass, forcing humor into his voice. “That’ll teach you to beat me in a foot race.” They’d started out this morning going for a perfectly innocent hike. During the course of conversation, and playing around, competitive spirits came to the surface, resulting in Grey challenging Sirus to a race back to the cabin. Sirus had taken him up on the taunt, eagerly.

Shaking himself back into the moment, Grey flipped Sirus over the back of the couch onto the cushions and hopped over on top of him, sitting on his stomach. “If it happens again, I might not get us inside the cabin before I retaliate. I could end up fucking you right outside on the porch steps.”

His eyes twinkling, Sirus rubbed Grey’s thighs while flashing a naughty grin.

“Mmm, remind me to call my brothers and thank them for cramming competition down my throat when I was a kid. If this is how you punish me,” Sirus’s hands inched closer to Grey’s dwindled cock, “I’ll happily continue beating you. Allow me to introduce you to wrestling.”

In a flash, Sirus wrapped his hands under Grey’s legs and flipped him to the other end of the couch. Grey landed on his back, with Sirus on top of him, pinning his straining arms to the sofa.

Gnashing his teeth and pushing against Sirus’s hold with all of his might, Grey muttered, “Not gonna win twice, Wilder.” He immediately wrapped his legs around Sirus and, with every muscle in him working overtime, he forced Sirus off him and onto his side. Sirus pushed back with equal power, his hands still manacled to Grey’s forearms, and his legs struggling to overtake Grey’s.

They tangled back and forth with their legs, rolling from one side to the other as they each gained and lost the upper hand. Sirus’s hands slipped with every move he made, and eventually the men’s palms touched and their fingers entwined, but the push of strength didn’t allow Grey to mistake it for holding hands. Sirus’s face pulled taut, his eyes shone with his determination, and his muscles flexed with every shift, each line highlighted by a sheen of sweat.

Grey fought like a dog protecting his only T-bone, but his spent cock wanted like hell to stir, and he licked his lips. “Christ, man,” he locked his leg around Sirus’s knee, pressing their dicks together in the battle, “you’re so fucking sexy.”

“Oh boy.” A burst of laughter escaped Sirus, and he threw his head back against the armrest. “My brothers never said
that
to me when we wrestled.”

As he laughed, Sirus’s hold relaxed, and Grey moved in fast. He shoved Sirus the rest of the way onto his back, held his hands prisoner, and wrapped the other man’s legs up in a tight hold.

Grey looked down, his heart lurching at Sirus’s deep breathing and the lightness brightening his eyes. “Got you,” Grey said, his tone ridiculously ragged.

Sirus looked up at him, open in every sense, and Grey almost couldn’t breathe. “Yep.

You win.” Sirus’s voice was soft, and his eyes even more so. “What are you going to do about it?”

His gaze held captive, Grey dipped his head, needing a piece of this man’s confidence and peace.
I want you so damn much; I don’t know how to stop
. Grey stilled mere centimeters from Sirus’s mouth, panicked by the turn of his out-of-control thoughts.

Instead of going for Sirus’s lips, Grey pecked a fast kiss on his cheek and pulled away.

“How about I give you a few minutes reprieve while I catch my breath.” He let go of Sirus’s hands, released his legs, and pushed himself to lean against the other armrest, adrenaline making his movements rigid and jerky. “You and your brothers must have played hard as kids. If you hadn’t laughed, I’d be suffering defeat once again.”

His forehead scrunching, studying Grey for an excruciatingly long moment, Sirus eventually shifted and sat up too. “I didn’t always win with my brothers,” a fast smile returned to his face, “but I learned how to at least be respectable in a fight.”

“You said you have four brothers, right?” Grey winced as soon as the question left his lips, hating this tangible desire in him to know more about this enchanting man.

“Yep,” Sirus answered. “Nic—the one who called to warn me about my mom visiting—is the oldest. I’m the youngest, of the brothers anyway. After Nic there’s Richard, Matthew, Thomas, then me, and finally Diana.”

Grey could completely picture Sirus surrounded by a brood of siblings and family.

Something about him screamed of a tight family bond. “How old are you?”

“Thirty-one.” Sirus looked Grey up and down; his focus,
interest
, rubbing at Grey’s instinct to shield himself from probing stares. “You?”

“Thirty-three.” Scratching his hand through his hair, Grey scanned his internal information about Sirus, searching for something banal—safe. His chest burned and he wanted to get up and move; anything to redirect these innocent questions off him.