Page 105 of Seeing Grayscale

Shocked, he gingerly touches the tip of his tongue, inspecting his finger for blood. Frustrated, I reach between us and cup him. “Gray,” he sighs, trying to push my wrist away, but I don’t let go. Instead, I trace the outline of his growing cock, and give a few hard tugs. “Damn it.”

It’s the first time I’ve had my hand here, and even through the clothes, I’m a bit surprised to find…well…a perfectly average sized dick. Another rush ofwanthas me dropping to my knees, and Hunter’s jaw tics. Those pretty hazels stare down at me as I lean forward and kiss him through his slacks.

“Not out here,” he insists, but doesn’t stop me as I reach for his belt buckle, dragging my tongue over the head of his dick. He shudders, running his fingers through my hair. “You cut it?”

I nod, undoing the buckle and flicking the button open on his slacks. “Does it look okay?” The zip of his zipper feels so much louder than I know it is.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers.

His soft, black boxer briefs are revealed to me, and I slip my hand inside the waistband to find his cock. As soon as I touch the satiny skin, finding no sign of pubic hair, I bite my lip and pull him out. Trapped by the tight elastic, the flushed pink head of his cock points up, staining the hem of his button-down with precum. I hurry to lick it up before he changes his mind. As soon as the salty taste hits my tongue, I latch onto his cockhead and suck.

“Not out here,” he groans, gently pulling my face off him. “Not like this.”

I’m lifted to my feet, and he stares into my soul.

Dramatic, sure, but that’s how it feels. Longing and resistance churn in his eyes, all the while he caresses my face and neck. My hands land on his chest, waiting forthemoment.

My fucking movie moment.

I thought it was happening just a moment ago, but clearly his dick in my mouth didn’t cause it. I don’t know what will. What does he need? I’d be anything and everything he wanted.

“Please don’t keep pushing me away,” I whisper. That’s the truth of the entire thing. He’s pushing me away.

“I don’t mean to,” he tells me, scanning my face like he’s trying to memorize it. “All I want is to be good enough for you.”

“Youare. You’re…fuck, Hunter, you’re mine. Don’t you get it? Haven’t I shown you that? All you have to do is look, and you’ll find me. I’m right here.Let me in.”

I spot it the moment the last strings holding him back snap. He pushes into me, still holding my cheeks, and dips his head. “I already did, sweetheart,” he whispers before crushing his lips into mine.

My pulse kicks into a wild gallop when he spears his tongue into my mouth, swirling it around while bending his knees to hoist me up. I quickly band my arms around his neck, locking my legs around his hips while we kiss like we’re starved. I’m not a light guy, and Hunter isn’t the most muscular man ever, but he easily carries me back inside.

It dawns on me as he kicks open the guest room downstairs—that was supposed to be my room before I moved into his—that he hasn’t had his after-work shower. The last thing I want is for him to be uncomfortable, but he doesn’t stop attacking my lips, sucking and licking, demanding and hot.

So hot.

We crash onto the bed in a pile of impatient limbs. My hands hurry to get his shirt unbuttoned and untucked fully while he pushes my shirt up my stomach. His task proves much easierand quicker, so when he dips his head and snatches up my nipple, I cry out.

My back arches, and the sensation is almost overwhelming due to its newness. Hunter doesn’t stop, though. Eyes rolling into my skull, I buck under him, moaning so loud it must sound ridiculous, but I’m met with a satisfied hum. His tongue swirls around the tight bud, flicking over it with dexterous skill.

“Holy shit,” I squeak, barely able to glance down in time to watch him switch to the other. It’s equally as sensitive, and I instinctively roll my hips.

His large hand holds me flat to the bed, pressed against my stomach, soft and warm while he tortures me. Every nerve in my body feels connected to my nipple right now. My dick is so hard I want to sob. I’ve never feltanythingthis intense before, and he’s nowhere near where I want him.

“Please.” It's a sad, broken sound.

With a wet pop, he releases my nipple and licks his lips. “You don’t need to beg me, baby. I’ll take care of you,” he purrs, dragging that mouth down my sternum. Hot, open-mouth kisses leave a wet trail until he gets to my navel.

Still keeping me pinned down with a single hand, he circles his tongue around it, occasionally dipping inside, and I swear there is a string attached from that area straight to the head of my dick. I try to lift my hips to rub against him, but he uses his thighs to keep me put. Instead of moving lower, he throws me off with a firm suck over my hip bone. Then he travels back up, making sure to kiss each of my ribs on the left side and my heart…just…swoons.

“Have you ever had multiple orgasms?” he asks, pushing down my sweats and underwear, freeing my painful erection.

I shake my head, peeking to watch his hand. “N-No.”

He smiles and kisses me deeply. I moan into his mouth, the soft pads of his fingers playing with my neatly trimmed pubichair. “May I?” A single finger traces the root of my dick and my whole body quivers.

“Fuck,” I gasp. “Yes.” Seriously, I’d agree to anything right now.

Those dimples pop adorably and he repeats his earlier torture, sucking and licking my nipples until I’m humping the air, leaking all down my shaft—damn near brought to tears with how badly I need to come.

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