Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
No teasing. He listened to Darius’s cues and sucked him hard. When Darius’s breath hitched, Gray knew he’d found a sensitive spot. He sucked, licked, and grazed his teeth along the rock-hard length. Then he got up on all fours between Darius’s solid thighs and redoubled his efforts.
Darius hauled in a sharp breath and knew an invitation when he saw one. He threaded both hands into Gray’s hair and started pushing his cock in and out of his mouth.
“You drive me fucking crazy, knucklehead.” Darius sounded like he was trying to bite back a groan. “When we get home—when I have you all to myself in my house—I won’t be able to leave you alone.”
Gray suppressed a whimper and reached into his sweats to stroke himself.
“Almost there,” Darius moaned under his breath. He cursed and withdrew his cock, leaving a string of pre-come and saliva between the head and Gray’s lips. “Take a deep breath, baby. I wanna fuck your throat.”
Oh God. Darius had been way more careful in Florida. For whatever reason, he’d let go tonight, and no one was hornier about it than Gray. He gulped in some air and flicked the tip of his tongue over the slit.
Darius pushed in again, inch by inch, until he was completely buried. His body tensed up, and his breaths came out in rapid, shallow puffs.
Gray planted his hands on the mattress and breathed through his nose.
“Un-fucking-believable…” Darius began fucking his throat in quick thrusts, forcing himself deeper. “Fuck. Fuck.” He was right there. Gray’s mouth watered. “Gray…” Then the first burst of come flooded his mouth. Darius pushed deep and groaned, release after release sliding down Gray’s throat.
Gray swallowed convulsively as his lungs burned for air. He was so fucking hard that rubbing himself against the mattress would get him off in two seconds.
When Darius collapsed and his chest was heaving uncontrollably, Gray cleaned him up with his tongue before he crawled up Darius’s body and dropped kisses everywhere.
“I need you,” he breathed urgently.
Darius cupped his face and kissed him hard. “Anyth—”
“Your fingers. Fuck me with your fingers.” Gray couldn’t wait. He lay down on his side next to Darius and nearly shook with desperation. “Dry—no spit. I want it to sting. Just fuck me hard.”
Darius pressed himself up against Gray’s back and shuddered violently. “How is everything you say so goddamn sexy.” He didn’t phrase it as a question, nor did he wait for a response. He pushed down Gray’s sweats and slipped his hand between his ass cheeks.
The second Gray felt two fingers pressing against his opening, he fisted his cock and stroked himself hard and fast.
Darius forced his fingers inside and matched the pace.
Gray gasped and turned his face into the pillow. Holy shit, that burned. Oh, but it was the sweetest motherfucking agony. He was already close.
“I’ll give you my cock as soon as we get home.” Darius spoke between openmouthed kisses to Gray’s neck. “We won’t leave my bed for a while.”
Gray whimpered and sped up further.
“I’ll have you all to myself,” Darius whispered. “This tight little ass is mine, boy.”
“Oh God.” The orgasm washed over Gray without much warning. With his face pressed against the pillow, he exhaled a pitiful moan and let go. He fucked his hand jerkily as the ropes of come hit the sheets.
This tight little ass is mine, boy.
Gray wanted those words recorded so he could hear Darius say it over and over for the rest of his life.
Ten
They arrived in California a day and a half later.
Somewhere in Nevada, they’d shed their winter clothes and had ice cream outside of a McDonald’s in hoodies and jeans. Now, after getting gas in Barstow, windows were rolled down and hoodies were thrown off to feel the heat of the California sun.
Gray was driving.
He inhaled deeply and listened to the guy on the radio saying that the heat wave would last throughout the weekend.
Darius appeared to be sleeping in the passenger’s seat, shades on, one foot resting across his knee, but he had a hand on Gray’s neck and was rubbing soothing circles over his skin.
Jayden was munching on chips and watching a movie in the back.
It was a good day full of contentment, and Gray was happier than ever that he’d trusted Darius in Colorado and left without any questions. Because he’d gotten his answers eventually, and he was gonna make sure he never repeated Leah’s mistake. She hadn’t trusted Darius. More than that, when he’d arrived with Gray—when he’d shown there was intimacy between him and Gray—she had gone behind his back and called people. She’d called Ryan and a couple friends they had in common, saying she was worried about Darius. Saying it wasn’t healthy for him to be so close to Gray.
Even if Darius had struggled with attachments in the past, he felt betrayed. She should’ve come directly to him and voiced her concerns. Then, as Darius had told Gray, he could’ve explained shit to her. That this was different. That this went beyond wanting to protect a client.