Page 93 of Seeing Grayscale

“Please.” It’s a pathetic beg, but this is the first time inforeverthat I want more than heavy petting—if you can even call it that.

His hand drops from my head, quickly slipping up my shirt to palm my chest. Those smooth fingertips brush over my nipple before pinching it into a stiff peak. I moan, and he swallows it. My dickhurts, rubbing against my briefs and wishing it was his cock instead. Tossing my head back against the glass, I open myself up for Hunter’s mouth on my throat. He licks a stripe over my Adam’s apple before sucking on it.

“Fuck,” I pant.

“Use me,” he demands. “Use me, baby.”

If I could think straight, I’d ask if this is some kink of his, making me come in my pants. But I don’t get a chance to think or ask. He burrows his tongue down my throat, playing with the barbell pierced through mine, and I do exactly what he said to. Shifting my hips to get a better angle, I grind into his thigh harder, keeping a rhythm that makes him moan so loud it vibrates my uvula.

I paw at him desperately, needing more but overstimulated as it is. My dick is throbbing, balls bunched up tight. His nimble fingers keep tweaking my nipples while his fantastic mouth steals every rational thought from my skull. I’m free-falling off the edge within seconds.

“I’m coming,” I gasp, clinging to him as hard as I can. “Ohfuck.”

Hot pulses of my cum hit the fabric of my briefs, staining through it while my balls empty. I shiver and shake through the aftershocks, still slowly grinding against him. Each thrust sends jolts of bliss through me, each pass of his lips over mine brands his flavor on my tongue, and the reverent way he holds up my sagging body confirms everything I already knew.

I don’t want Hunter to be mine anymore.

He already is. He’s been mine.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he praises before kissing me again—the gentlest, sweetest kiss possible. “So gorgeous,” he whispers.

I’ve never been gorgeous to anyone before, but I don’t need to say that. One look in my eyes and he knows.

After my shower, we ended up back in Hunter’s room. Side by side on his bed, he shows me how to save things on his laptop, which he so generously said I could use for job applications. I’m trying to pay attention—truly, I am—but his shoulder keeps brushing mine. The contact is nothing compared to what happened in the backyard, yet it feels just as electric.

When he glances at me to make sure I’m following, I nod, letting my eyes drift to his mouth. Without thinking twice, I plant a soft kiss on its corner. Hunter smiles, the dimples in his cheeks popping despite his beard’s attempt to hide them. I brush my finger over the right one. He sighs, closes the laptop, and places it on his nightstand.

Now his full attention is onme.

“We should take things slow,” he tells me.

It makes sense. “Okay.”

“In case,” he swallows hard, “you change your mind.”

“I won’t.” It’s the truth. I’ve buried my claws deep and don’t plan on retracting them.

“Okay,” he parrots me from a second ago. “But the point still stands.Slow.”

“Hasn’t it been slow already?” I’m poking the bear, hoping for the moment I’ve seen in all the movies my mom loved.

The infamous ‘fuck it’ moment. But it doesn’t happen—not with Hunter. I've come to find out that I won't ever get a movie moment.

Instead, he brushes a stray strand of my overgrown hair off my forehead. Searching my face, his jaw tics like he is debating whether to say what he’s thinking. Eventually, his gorgeous lips part, and he speaks. “Not slow enough,” he whispers, those pretty hazel orbs tracing over me like soft caresses. “There’s so much I don’t know about you, but at the same time, I feel like I know it all. I don’t want what we have to be muddled by sex.”

“Why would it be? That’s just how it goes.”

He hesitates, taking the moment to find my hand and hold it. “Because that’s how I operate—how I’ve operated. There’s an attraction—usually physical—and then once I act on it, there’s nothing else.”

“But that was withthem,” I say with a bite to my tone. The fact that there were even others irritates me.

“True,” he admits, bringing our hands to his lips and kissing the back of mine. “But this is you—us.”

“Would you really turn me down? If I wanted it right this second, would you?” Just the thought has my pulse pounding. When he blew up on me before, I vaguely remember him saying that the guy made him top his first time, and he didn’t like it. But Hunter seems like he might now. How easily he takes charge—how much bigger he is than me.

“Yes,” he says immediately. “I would.”

I try to pull my hand away, but he doesn’t let me go. “You’re worth more than that, Gray. And you might not realize it, but what happened to youdoesaffect how you act around me.”

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