I need him.
Grady walks us over to his bed, turning to face me as we stop in front of it. Neither of us moves at first, our eyes drinking each other in. It’s dark, we can barely see, but it’s enough to take in the look in his eyes—the lust, the desire…but also the tenderness, the care. His lips are slightly parted, and his chest rises and falls with his steady breathing. I don’t know who moves first, or maybe we do at the same time, but one minute we’re apart, and the next we’re on each other. We become nothing more than grappling arms, clashing teeth, hungry lips, and hot, slick tongues. We’re everywhere all at once, Grady invading all my senses in the very best way. He backs up, dropping onto his bed, and I follow, climbing over his lithe, hard body. Our lips never separate as we situate ourselves the right way on the bed. Somehow, Grady’s able to pull his comforter over us before he wraps his legs around my waist.
Our bodies line up perfectly, the hardness of my thickening erection rubbing against his. Sighs and groans and the wetness of our kissing are the only sounds heard in the otherwise quiet room. My heart is pounding against my ribs, my mind fuzzy, and my veins pump heat and arousal through every crevice of my body. It’s a steady hum just below the surface, a prickly feeling that makes me crave more. A vibration of need for Grady. It’s intoxicating.
We make out for what feels like hours, until we’re both out of breath, hands exploring, hips rolling against each other. This feels like something I haven’t done since I was a teenager. This unhurried, sensual but needy type of kissing, rubbing, touching. It’s clear what we both want to happen, but neither of us seems to be in a rush to get there.
Eventually, we end the kiss, both of us gulping in lungfuls of air, breathing each other in. Grady brushes the hair out of his face, his lips swollen and slick. “I’m so hard,” he mutters, rolling his hips upward to showme. A bolt of electricity shoots through my body at the touch, and suddenly, I need him fully naked under me more than I need anything.
“Me too.”
Sitting back on my haunches, I hook my fingers under the waistband of his underwear and drag them down. I don’t feel nearly as nervous as I did the first time we did something like this, but the nervesarestill there, just below the surface. Once I rid him of what little clothing he had on, I do the same to myself, tossing my pajama pants on the floor beside the bed. Leaning down again, I plant my hands on either side of Grady’s head as he wraps his legs around my waist, lining our bare lengths up. The feel of his silky smooth, hard cock rubbing against the underside of mine is enough to have my eyes rolling back, especially when he reaches between us and takes us both in his hand, rolling his hips and pumping us together.
“Your dick feels so good,” he moans, adding a second hand to the mix, creating an even tighter grip on us.
“Fuck,” I groan. “So does yours.”
“Rock your hips,” he instructs. “Fuck my fist.”
Doing as he asks, I thrust forward, slipping alongside his cock as he does the same. Before long, we’re both dripping, making the slide that much more delicious. Our eyes are locked, neither of us capable of looking away from the other as our breaths come out in harsh pants. Beads of sweat drip down my back and line my forehead, my body burning up.
“Grady,fuck!”
“You like that?” he asks, his voice gravelly.
I nod, lips parted, but nothing but air escaping.
Grady’s back arches off the bed, and if possible, his eyes darken even more. “I want you to fuck me again.”
“Fuck.” My pulse roars in my ears, arms trembling as I hold myself up.
“I’ve thought about you being inside me every single day since it happened,” he admits, eyes locked on mine. “You’re so big, and you fucked me so deep. Sogood.”
With a groan, I lean down and brush my lips against his. Swallowing his soft moans, flicking my tongue into his mouth, tasting his desire. His lips tip up into a sultry smirk. In a move I don’t anticipate, he flips us, putting him on top of me.
“You want to fuck me?” he asks, lazily dragging his cock along mine as he waits for my answer.
“Yes.”Fuck, do I ever.
Grady’s eyes glimmer as he grins. Leaning over me, he reaches into the drawer in the bedside table, and he pulls out a clear, slender bottle. Presumably lube. He straddles my hips, cracking open the lid. Pouring some onto his fingers, he reaches behind himself and begins to work himself open.
A pang of disappointment settles in my chest. He did this part last time too, and I was hoping if we ever did it again, I’d get to do it for him. I feel uncharacteristically insecure about my abilities with him, being that he’s the only man I’ve ever been with. Being with women was something I knew. It was something I was good at, confident in. This is new, and I hate how nervous it makes me. So nervous that I can’t even seem to find my voice to speak up and tell him I want to take over.
Grady must sense something on my face because, with a smirk tipped up on one side, he climbs up my body until he’s straddling my chest this time. The new position puts his dick right in my face. Gripping himself at the base, he stares down his nose at me, eyes wild with heat, as he drags the tip of his cock along my bottom lip. My tongue dips out to lick up the messhe left behind, the salty flavor exploding on my taste buds and making my mouth water.
“Open up,” he orders, voice raspy and low, dripping with arousal and fervor. Doing as he asks, my heart races a mile a minute as Grady guides the head past my parted lips. “Suck.”
I flick my tongue against his length before hollowing my cheeks and doing just that. He lets out a long, low groan, dropping his head forward as he brings his hands back to his ass and continues to work himself open. Face morphing into pleasure, his eyes track the way his dick disappears behind my lips, inching farther and farther in until tears spring to my eyes and I gag.
“Your mouth feels so good,” he coos, the praise warming my chest. “Never thought I’d see the day when my cock would be in Daddy Boone’s mouth.”
My eyebrows cinching together, I groan, and Grady lets out a throaty chuckle, pulling himself out of my mouth. “Don’t call me that,” I grumble, trying to ignore the tingle rippling through my body at hearing him say that.
He arches a brow. “Why? Afraid you might like it a little too much?” Tapping my thigh with his hand, he adds, “Sit up.”
Grady grabs the lube as I push to sit with my back against the headboard. After he lathers my length in the cool gel, he positions himself above me, slowly easing me inside of him. Once I’m fully sheathed, we both let out a contented groan, and he drops his forehead down onto mine.
Having Grady this close to me, being so deep inside of him, is overwhelming in the best way. It feels as if my heart is going to beat right out of my chest if he keeps looking at me the way he is. Hands coming up to his hips, I hold on as he begins to move. Slowly, he sits all the way up on his knees before lowering himself again.
