Page 29 of All Night Long

Fuck, Henry was ready to blow, and all Gray had been doing was teasing him with soft touches, but those touches had been felt throughout Henry’s body and he was desperate. Desperate for more, but he didn’t want this to end, either.

Gray went to stand, then slid. Furrowing his brow, Gray glanced at the sink. “Sink.”

Henry blinked and stared at him. “Huh?”

Gray chuckled and pulled Henry from the shower, then bent him over the sink. “Here.”

“Oh. Oh yeah.” Henry tried to put a sentence together but thinking was hard at that moment.

Gray chuckled again, then spread Henry’s ass cheeks and attacked his hole. Henry arched up onto his toes, his head falling back, mouth open as a long drawn-out moan came from deep inside. Gray’s tongue licked and flicked, then his mouth sucked Henry’s hole and Henry cried out.

“Aw fuck. Gray…”

Gray didn’t respond. Henry heard the click and knew Gray had opened the lube. When he felt the cool liquid on his ass, he relaxed, waiting for Gray to push inside. Gray’s fingers ran over his hole and one slipped inside, making Henry sigh in relief. He desperately needed Gray to fill him, to make him come alive, to make him fall apart.

Gray’s finger moved in and out, slowly stretching Henry, and then a second slid in as well. Henry didn’t feel any ache or sting or pain, and he wasn’t sure if he would. All he wanted was for Gray to be inside of him, be over him, to take him to new heights.

A third finger moved inside and Henry groaned when he rubbed over his prostate, sending him spiraling mindlessly. A desperate need clawed inside of him and when Gray finally pushed inside, Henry whimpered. Being stretched and filled had him so close to the edge, his grip on the edge of the sink tightened until his knuckles turned white.

Gray paused, his breath ghosting over Henry’s damp skin, making him shiver, the hairs on his body reacting as Gray pulled out. He pushed inside again, slow and steady, making Henry bite his bottom lip. He wanted more, but this was making him feel everything so much more.

Gray didn’t go fast or hard, didn’t change his pace, just kept it slow and steady, moving in and out. Henry gasped as Gray’sfingers dug into his hips, pulling him farther from the sink, bending him over more, and when he sped up, Henry groaned.

The slow and steady rhythm Gray had established disappeared into long, hard pounding thrusts that pushed Henry against the sink and made him cry out in pleasure. Henry could feel his balls pulling up, his body tightening when Gray pulled out and replaced his dick with four fingers.

Henry grunted then moaned when those fingers stretched his hole and rubbed his prostate. The fingers on Gray’s other hand circled the base of Henry’s dick tightly, and Henry squeezed his eyes shut as wave after wave of intense pleasure rushed through him, but he couldn’t come.

Not yet. Soon.

Grunting, Henry shoved back on Gray’s fingers, then whimpered when they disappeared. Seconds later, Gray fucked him back over the sink and Henry held on under the pounding onslaught that drove Henry to the edge. He wanted to topple over and fall into the abyss.

“Come for me. Stroke your dick and come.”

Henry grabbed his dick, pounding the hard flesh, eager to come as Gray continued to fuck him hard and deep. It took seconds, if that, then Henry cried out, come shooting over his hand and the sink as wave after wave cascaded over him, pulling him under in an intense orgasm that left him breathless. The room disappeared, a loud roaring in his ears, as pleasure flooded through his body, making him drown.

When he returned to the room, he could feel Gray’s hot body draped over his own and slumped on to the sink, breathing rapidly, his heart beating erratically in his chest. Gray’s hands ran over his damp skin and Henry didn’t want to move. He wanted to savor the tingles of pleasure that still came to life.

Eventually Gray straightened and slowly pulled out, causing Henry to wrinkle his nose when Gray’s come slid free. Grayhelped him up and back into the shower. The water was now only lukewarm, but it was enough to do the job of cleaning them both before Gray switched it off.

“Still hungry?”

Henry stared at him and nodded. Yeah, he could eat and later they could come back to Henry’s for round two.

Chapter Thirteen

Why had he agreed to this? Yes, he’d asked, but here he was now, sitting in a restaurant full of humans. His mate glowed, no doubt from the sex, and Gray couldn’t help but watch the vein on Henry’s neck pulse with every beat his heart made.

He should have fed when they fucked, but he hadn’t, and now he wanted nothing more than to sink his fangs into Henry’s vein, taste his blood as they fucked. He’d do it now, right on the table, but somehow he didn’t think anyone else would appreciate it. Well, who knew? There were some kinky people out there who got off on voyeurism.

Clenching his hands, Gray took several deep breaths, watching Henry as he smiled at their waiter. The waiter smiled back and Gray gritted his teeth at the obvious look of attraction the waiter was giving Henry. Henry ignored it or was unaware, but Gray wasn’t and he wanted to jump over the table and smack the shit out of the guy.

“Beer?”

Gray smiled and glared at the waiter, who swallowed and stepped back. Good. “Yeah.”

The waiter nodded and shot off, which Gray enjoyed until he felt a kick under the table. He glanced at Henry, who was frowning at him. “Was it necessary to scare five years off his life?”

“Yes.” Henry continued to frown, and Gray shrugged. Did he need to say more?

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