Hostile(52)

“Me too.” He presses a soft, quick kiss to my lips, and I decide to suck it up.

“Come home with me?”

He nods his head quicker than I expected. “Okay.”

“What about prom?” I ask hesitantly. If he wants to go back in there, I will. I’ll watch him play the game and hang out with people he doesn’t have much in common with, but it might kill me.

“Fuck prom. I want you.” He takes my hand and pulls me toward the parking lot, not giving me a chance to argue. I text Bree to let her know I left with Grayson, and she sends me back a middle finger emoji, then a heart eyes emoji right after.

Grayson drives to my place, and when we get inside, it’s like it always is. We can’t keep our hands off each other, exploring and memorizing every single inch of each other.

When we move to my bed, we’re both naked. He drives me right to the edge of insanity by sucking my dick with insane skills he’s perfected over the last couple of months. “Grayson,” I plead with him to stop before I fall completely.

His mouth pops off my aching cock with an obscene noise before he climbs up my body and kisses my lips, placing a hand on my cheek. “What’s wrong?”

I try like hell not to let my nerves break through. “I think I want to be tied to you.”

“What?” He pushes up a little, bracing his big body with his arms, making them flex. “You are tied to me.”

I think about his words at the cabin when he gave himself to me for the first time. When I was worried it would tie us together if we took that step, and how stupid it was because I’ve been tethered to him since the rainy day he made me get in his car. “I know. But I want to be even more tied to you.”

He looks confused, and I smile, brushing his hair off his forehead. It’s messy from my fingers. “Say more.”

I laugh. “Okay.” My heart races in my chest as I gather the courage to tell him what I want. “I want you to fuck me.”

His eyes widen in shock, something that might make me laugh if I weren’t so turned-on and equally nervous. “You don’t have to. You know I love to bottom for you.”

I nod my head and drag one hand over his solid chest, feeling his heartbeat. “And I like that too, but I want to try this.” I lean up and capture his lips with mine, letting go of some of my nerves. “I want you inside me.”

I watch him swallow, his throat bobbing in a way that’s oh, so sexy because Grayson is nervous. And he’s turned the hell on. “Okay. Yeah.” His voice is raspy, and almost a gasp as he answers.

I push him off me and move to the drawer in the table next to my bed, grabbing the lube and a condom and handing them both to him with trembling hands. “I might not . . .” I cringe thinking about his giant dick in my ass.

“If you don’t like it, we’ll stop. Just tell me.”

That’s when I realize how much I trust him. I nod and he pulls me into a sweet kiss, making my heart ache and my nerves dissipate because I have him for this moment, and I don’t want to stop.

He takes his time with me, pouring lube on his fingers and working me open with one and then two. I can’t say I love the feeling of his fingers stretching me at first, but when he hits a magic spot inside, my dick wakes back up, and my hips jolt up from the bed. “Holy shit.”

He only chuckles, brushing over that spot again before pulling out and adding another finger, making the burn intensify yet again. But before my erection can flag, he moves his hot mouth to the tip of my cock and sucks me into his wet heat.

“Shit, Grayson. Yes.” I fist my hands in his hair, and his fingers brush over my prostate again, making me jolt and curse, way too close to the edge. “I’m close. Too close. Fuck. Fuck me, Grayson.”

I’m a mumbling mess, but he takes pity on me, pulling his fingers out and his mouth off my dick. But when he sheathes his thick cock with the condom and looks down at me, my nerves kick in again.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful. Tell me if you want me to stop.” He leans down and kisses me, and I will my heart to slow down as I breathe through the initial pain of the tip of his cock breaching the tight ring of muscles. “Jesus, fuck.” He looks down into my eyes. “You okay?”

I nod and breathe in and out slowly. “Yeah, keep going.”

He does. He inches into my body with the patience of a saint, stretching me and owning me in a way I never thought possible. When he’s fully seated inside me, we both freeze, just staring at each other in some sort of trance.

I grip his ass in my hands and hold him there, not allowing him to move, but not allowing him to pull away either. I soak in every second of it, every flex of his cock inside me as his neck tenses with the need to move. The need for friction and release.

“Fuck me, Grayson,” I finally breathe, and he smiles the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen, and that’s saying something because he’s usually smiling.

When he pulls almost entirely out and then moves back inside me in one fluid motion, we both moan in intense pleasure. The tip of his cock hits that place inside me and drives me fucking wild with a desperation to come. “There. Please god. Right there.”

He nails my prostate again with precision, and I spread my legs wider, pulling my knees up and giving him better access. My cock is rock-hard now and leaking onto my stomach, begging for relief.