Page 162 of Seeing Grayscale

“Harder,” he demands.

I fuck him with it harder. Then it dawns on me. I said no toys and I’m using a fucking toy. “I’m taking it out,” I warn.

He nods, hanging his head.

With it out of his body, I can see how big it is, and when I glance back at his hole, loose and wet, something…primalfloods me. I’ve seen porn, and I know whatmyass looks like stretched out.

But this?

Hunter?

Fuck.

I grip his cheeks, spreading them as open as they’ll go, and stare at him. So exposed. So vulnerable. And when he clenches on air, his dick straining and red, I can’t help it.

I lower my face, stick my tongue out, and lick him. He moans, cursing under his breath, and pushes back on my tongue. Needy and eager, Hunter rides my face like it’s the best thing he’s ever experienced. I don’t know how this feels—Caleb never did this to me—but knowing how much pleasure I’m bringing him right now, is a heady fucking feeling. This ismemaking him squirm and gasp.

Sure, I taste some of the lube, buthisflavor is distinct and fucking addicting.

“You taste good, babe,” I tell him, kissing his cheeks. “Real good.”

He wiggles his hips, silently asking for more. I’m happy to oblige. I eat his ass for a few more minutes until he’s whimpering and humping the air. Reaching between his legs, I cup his full balls, and he starts begging. “Fuck me, baby. Please. I need you inside me. I want to feel your cock.”

“Where’s the lube?”

“Ughn,” he moans. “Bedside drawer.”

I lunge across the bed to reach it and fumble with the handle because my fingers are a little slippery from holding the plug, but I manage. With the lube secured, I get between his legs and give my cock a few lazy strokes. My nutsimmediatelydraw up.

“I’m too sensitive,” I admit. “I’m not going to last.”

“Let me,” he breathes, kneeling, and pushing me onto my back. I barely hit the damn mattress before my dick is in his mouth.

“Fuckin’ hell,” I rasp and fuck into him.

He is sucking me hard and fast, quick movements and frantic licks. Wet slurping sounds echo the room, mixed with my heavy breaths. “Just like that, oh fuck, babe, just likethat.” Hunter swallows around me, his throat constricting and tight. My eyes cross, my toes curl, and pressure erupts from the base of my spine all the way out the head of my dick.

My cum paints the inside of his mouth, coats his tongue, and he swallows every drop. I watch his hand sneak between his legs, bypassing his dick entirely and he stuffs two fingers in his hole. His thighs tremble as he pumps his hand, still sucking me and keeping the blood right where it is.

“Come here,” I wheeze, needing a break from the stimulation. He lets me slip from his lips with a little wet pop and removes his fingers from his hole.

When he crawls up my body, legs on either side of mine, I replace his fingers with mine. Starting with two, since that’s what he did, I breach his entrance. “Yes,” he whines. “Yes, right there.” The little bump I’m feeling must be his prostate, so I massage it, coaxing him to rub himself against me.

I watch, fascinated and enthralled with his face. Usually so stoic, so controlled, and look at him now. He’s slurping myfingers up his ass, rutting against my cock, and panting through his pretty parted lips.

I kiss them, and he whimpers.

“Feel good?” I ask.

“So fucking good.”

“I love making you feel good,” I tell him. My dick is still hard, and despite sucking my soul out a few minutes ago, I think I’m good now. “Show me what to do.”

Reaching his hand back, he pulls mine from his body and then straddles me. My dick bumps his and we both moan. “Get me nice and wet, and then yourself.” He hands me the lube.

I’m excited, horny, and his big body draping over me feels so right. With less than confident movements, I hurry to squirt some lube on my fingers, then I reach between his cheeks and coat his hole.

“Inside too,” he breathes.

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