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“Pain level?” Gray asks.
“Good,” I slur.
He chuckles. “Can you give me a number and if it’s close to your limit?”
“Don’t stop.”
Chapter 18
Grayson
I’ve never participated in BDSM, but I’ve heard about subspace and think Austin is in it. His ass is bright red, and if I leave handprints, the guys will see it when he changes.
“Tinny.” I grip his hip and stroke my other hand along his spine. In one of my classes, we studied pheromones and if humans are affected by them. Every breath fills me with his and its exhilarating. “Listen to me.”
“You stopped,” he accuses, and glares over his shoulder.
“Yes, because there might be marks tomorrow and you undress with the team.” I couldn’t keep going and have him regret this later.
His head drops to the mattress. “They’re not even here and they’re messing with us.” His voice is forlorn.
“Fuck me before I explode.” We both need relief, and I’m not dwelling on spanking. His ass is such a pretty red, and my hand stings. If I continue, I’ll probably come untouched.
He flattens onto the bed, nodding. To give him a minute or two to recover, I search for his lube and condoms. There’s lube in the bedside table but no condoms, which is surprising since he’s a planner. I rub his back and he moans.
“Be right back.” I leave the room before he can protest to ready myself and grab condoms from my bathroom.
“Don’t leave me,” he grumbles when I climb back in bed.
“I had to clean myself up for you.” Kissing his shoulder, I drop the strip of condoms next to us. No reason to go back and forth.
Austin turns his head when he hears the bottle pop open. “Let me watch.” He turns on his side, and I spread my legs to give him a good view. “I’ve never done this,” he says timidly.
“Wanna help?” I ask, rimming a slick finger around my hole. He seems unsure. “You can watch how I do it and try it next time.”
He can’t take his eyes off my finger as I breach myself. He moves closer and lays his head on my leg. I’m all business, adding another finger, and he sucks in a breath. His face is too beautiful for words. I need him inside me.
“How did you get ready for me?”
I pause, and it’s a relief the question takes me off the edge. I explain the process, and he nods with interest.
“How come straight people don’t do that when they have anal sex?”
“I have no idea. It’s strange, isn’t it?” I never thought about it before, but it’s sort of icky that straight men and women don’t prepare. “Maybe it’s all drunk spur of the moment,” I guess.
I add a third finger and whimper at the lust in his eyes. They’re blue lasers heating my skin.
“Can I touch you?” He pours lube onto his fingers.
“Yes, but only for a second because I don’t want to come until your dick’s inside me.” I remove my fingers. “Start with two.”
He stares for an achingly long second, and I fear this might be too much. “You’re open for me.” His eyes flick to mine in awe as he reaches to touch me. His fingers are featherlight, but it’s extraordinary.
“Please, I won’t break,” I pant, and cant my hips toward him.
Austin’s touches zing, hardening my cock and hitting a pleasure center in my brain that reduces me to base instincts.
He teases my rim, focusing on my puckered skin. Then, he sinks his fingers in and groans. “You’re so warm.” He slides his fingers in and out, and the zings travel through my entire body. “Do you like this?”
