Page 76 of Hearts of Fairlake

That, of course, could easily be laid at the feet of another person in our house, a ten-year-old person at that. It wasn't Gray's fault, of course. He was on the other side of the house and wasn't prone to walking into private rooms. No, it came down to the fact that Felix was still skittish having him around, and while he was worried about what Gray might think if he accidentally overheard something, his nerves also had the effect of killing his sex drive.

Gray's presence and the nerves leading up to his arrival meant it had been almost two weeks since we'd doneanythingtogether. Sure, it was normal to go a while without sexual contact, but that didn't mean there weren't side effects. In this case, the fact that my husband was wearing thin-as-hell shorts and pressing his ass against my dick so it nestled between both cheeks. If he’d been awake, I would have called him a tease and not felt the slightest bit guilty over speaking the truth.

He wasn't awake, though. I could tell by the evenness of his breath and the way he wasn't responding when I pushed my dick against his ass. He might be vaguely aware of whatwas going on, as Felix had never mastered the art of being blissfully unaware while asleep. That was probably due to his childhood and how he’d lived afterward, instilling a constant sense of wariness and concern that made him aware of his environment at all times.

Which meant I could cup his groin as I ground against him without feeling like I was committing a crime. Well, and the fact that this wouldn't be the first time one of us had groped the other while sleeping. Ironically, that was exactly how things had started between us. Admittedly, he’d been asleep at the time he'd groped me, and I'd just been the first to wake up, but at least I couldn't say it was unusual for us.

He was only half hard, but his body quickly responded to my touch through the thin fabric, and I felt him stiffen. Wondering how much I could get away with, I sought the waistband of his shorts and tugged so I could have easier access. With a soft sigh, he wiggled, and I managed to hook my fingers into the band, pull them down to the top of his thighs, and leave him exposed.

Now extremely curious as to what I could get away with before he woke up completely, I wrapped my hand around his shaft and began gently stroking. I wasn't disappointed when he gently pushed up into my hand, which resulted in his ass pushing back against my groin. Faint but tantalizing tingles of pleasure rippled up from my cock as I stroked him, feeling the way he grew harder and harder.

Still willing to push my luck, I reached up with my other hand and wet a digit with my mouth before reaching down between us. It didn't take long before I found his hole and pushed forward, feeling a moment of resistance before his sleep-relaxed body let me in. Warmth encased my finger as I stroked him, leaving my dick to wait its hopeful turn.

A soft noise slipped from him as my finger slid all the way in, and I curled it to find the spot that made his sleepingbody twitch in response. Grinning, I shifted my finger back and forth, only letting go of his dick long enough to reach behind me and locate the bedside table. The lube wasn't hard to find, and I paused long enough to wet my fingers properly before sliding another into him.

It was when the second finger entered him that I felt him tense for a moment, his body going wire tight before easing after a few heartbeats. Bleary-eyed and slightly confused, he turned his head to peer up at me, brow furrowed. Since there was no complaint, I pushed the second finger farther inside, making him grunt and then shiver as I resumed stroking him.

"What..." he began, then moaned softly as both fingers successfully spread him open. "Luke?—"

"You may not know it, but you started this," I teased as I spread my fingers and made him grunt in response.

"Gray," he tried again, but his face screwed up as I began moving my fingers and the hand around his cock, in tandem.

"Is on the other side of the house," I told him, still keeping my motions up and feeling him growing to enjoy every minute. "And if we're quiet, I can finally fuck you like we've both wanted for a while now. And trust me, I know you've wanted it."

"Fuck," he breathed, almost panting. "You never talk like this unless you're really worked up."

"You're the one who said I'm at my worst when I first wake up."

"I don't know if worst is the word I’d have used."

"What word then?"

"Fucking…" He gasped as I pushed a third lubed finger into him. "God...horny, dominating, aggressive...sexy."

"Good words," I said, spurred on by his enthusiasm and pushing my fingers deep and hard enough to push his hips forward. I didn't like to get quite as rough as he likedsometimes, but mostly because I didn't want to bring him back to the point in his life that was better not re-enacted. That didn't mean I wasn't willing to push my limits a little and enjoy the pitiful groan he gave as I forced him open faster than usual.

"God, how long have you been up?" he groaned as I moved my fingers back and forth.

"Long enough to miss this," I told him, sliding over so he could feel my weight, something he loved to feel in the moment. "And to prove we can do this, even with a kid around."

"Fuck...me," he said, and I couldn't tell if that was an invitation or just a show of pleasure, but I knew which one I was going to accept it as.

"Can do," I grunted, pulling my fingers free. "Just need to lube up."

"Let me help," he said, immediately flopping over and pushing me so I was forced onto my back.

I grunted in mild surprise until his lips wrapped around the head of my cock, and the pleasure rolled through me hard enough that my eyelids fluttered. I normally wasn'tthatsensitive to a blowjob, even from Felix, but it had been too long since I'd felt his mouth on me, and I hadn't touched myself either. All that pent-up need had come rushing back, and I had to bite back a moan as he sank lower, taking me into his throat.

Which wasn't helped in the slightest when he decided to reach behind him where I could clearly see him shove his fingers into himself, trying to keep his body relaxed and ready for me. And even worse was when he moaned as I slipped into his throat so far that his nose pressed against the trimmed hairs of my pubes. It took a great deal of willpower not to blow right there but to withhold my moan as I felt his throat muscles flex around my sensitive dick.

"Okay," I gasped out. "You win. If you don't stop, I'm going to come right now, and then where will we be?"

He pulled off my dick with a noisy pop and smirked. “With your load down my throat, which wouldn't be the first or the last time."

"You're killing me," I complained, knowing he could feel the way my dick pulsed in his hand as he wrapped his fingers around it.

"Says the man who woke me up by finger fucking me," he said in a low voice I wasn't used to hearing. Then again, we’d grown used to expressing ourselves as freely as we wanted and now had to restrain ourselves. Though if this was the voice he was going to use, all low and hushed but full of pleasure and need, I wasn't going to complain about having to restrain ourselves.

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