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His wet finger traces my rim, and although my cock is pissed off, I lean into his touch, begging for more.

He inhales deeply. “If I could wear your scent as cologne, I would.” There’s no warning before the tip of his tongue breaches me, and my shout turns into a moan.

He alternates between lapping at my rim and tongue-fucking me. There are nerves I didn’t know existed back there, and he’s kissing them to life. His tongue is warm and wet and a deadly weapon of pleasure, making my knees go weak. I’m nervous I’llembarrass myself and come before the main event. Although Gray would probably be proud of himself.

When I can’t take any more and I’m on the verge of coming, the flogger whooshes and stings the side of my butt cheek. It’s enough to pull me back from the brink.

“Color?” he rasps.

“Green.” My body’s confused between pain and rapture.

Gray removes his face from my ass, and I whimper at the loss. For the next few minutes, the only sounds in our apartment are our heavy breathing, the zing of the flogger through the air, and the snap of it hitting my skin.

Each strike is in a different place, with a different intensity, and has staggered timing to keep me off-balance and prevent me from tensing up. Soon I’m sinking into a jagged rhythm, trusting him to care for me.

I’m jelly, unable to stand without him.

Chapter 24

Grayson

The taste of him on my tongue is driving me mad. One day we’ll have enough time for me to eat his ass until he comes, and I’ll swallow that down too. I’m feral for him, wanting to rut and stake my claim.

His skin is pink from the flogger, and his sexy groans and moans are music to my ears. As I pause to check in, he snaps, “Green,” and bares his teeth for me to continue. Fuck.

I curse myself for not planning ahead for this. Austin’s blissed out, slumping over the counter, and I don’t want to stop. But I’m afraid he’ll collapse.

He grunts in protest when I pull him up and duck under his arm to lead him to the couch. His eyes are barely open, and he’s barely aware of what’s going on. It’s awkward to lay him down, so I drape him over the back of the couch with his knees on the cushions.

Once I’m out from under his arm, he clutches my wrist.

“More,” he pleads, and I tease him with light brushes of the flogger while I take my clothes off.

My cock is rock hard, and I’m craving skin-to-skin contact, but this is about him, giving him what he needs. My leaking dick finds the back of his thigh and he groans.

He’s not showing any signs of being overwhelmed, and it’s my job to keep him in a positive headspace.

“You’re gorgeous with your head hanging down and ass pushed back, pleading for more attention.”

He flushes in response to my words.

“I want everything,” he whispers.

My heart skids as if I’ve unexpectedly hit the ice. He should have whatever he desires and I’ll spend all my time giving it to him

“I’ll give you what you deserve.” His whimpering response takes me higher than I’ve ever been. “Your broad back is the perfect canvas for me. I’ll take pictures so you can see how good you are for me.” Never in a million years would I take photos and risk them getting stolen, but the thought inflames us both.

“Tinny, you love the soft strokes with a bite at the end.” I listen for his sounds to guide me. “Although your back provides the biggest surface, you love it on your ass and balls.”

His sac hangs full and heavy between his wide legs. I have no doubt he’ll come as soon as the strikes stop. Austin’s words become blabbering pleas to never stop and then for me to let him come.

I hold him on a razor’s edge until I’m ready to blow.

“You love being at my mercy, but I swear, you’re going to love having me under your control more.” I’m fighting to keep my orgasm at bay, and his body goes rigid.

“Not yet, my sweet Tinny.” I pull his languid body until he’s on his back and position myself on the outside of his knees. “Come for me,” I murmur, and take his head in my mouth.

He detonates immediately as if all the cum in his body tries to exit at once. He would drown me if I had him deeper in my throat. I swallow and swallow and swallow some more.