Somewhere to Belong Page 17

  I sat down on the edge of his bed to take them off. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s hope that you never break your wrist.”

  “Since I don’t often play with crazy, unpredictable horses I don’t think that will be anything that you have to be worried about.”

  He was naked a few minutes later, and I smiled up at him as he stepped between my thighs and offered himself to me. I’d sucked him plenty of times, but that was before everything else. And this was different. I kissed his stomach and ran my hands down his sides. His short hairs tickled my nose as I brushed my mouth over his dark skin. I loved how dark he was and how beautiful he was, like a deep black horse whose color was so much more interesting up close.

  I kissed his base as the tip of his cock slid against my throat, leaving a trail of wetness in its wake. I didn’t mind. I actually kind of liked the taste of him.

  I stroked him first and smiled as his hands went to my shoulders and the back of my head. That’s why I didn’t often suck people. Because everyone seemed so interested in trying to choke me with their cocks, like that somehow made them better, cooler, or more powerful, knowing that they could gag someone. I thought that it made them jackasses. But Grayson only ran his fingers through my hair as I slid my hand over his cock. I wanted to have my other hand free to play with his balls, but that wasn’t going to happen for a while because of the damn cast.

  I licked him from his base to his tip, then continued to gently stroke him while I dipped my head to lap at his balls. His hair there was trimmed short. I’d been with guys who shaved themselves clean, and I’d been with guys who looked like they had no idea that razors even existed. I liked it like this, where I knew Grayson cared about his appearance, but he wasn’t obsessive over it. There were plenty of other things for him to be neurotic over besides how hairy his balls were.

  He helped me start the condom, since it would have been pretty hard to do without the use of my other hand, and then I slid my mouth carefully over his length. He touched the back of my throat, but since he wasn’t holding me down or even guiding me at all, I could pull away instantly. I really hated the condom, though. It was a barrier between us when I didn’t want anything there ever again. And it annoyed me to no end that I couldn’t feel his thick veins under my tongue as I took him between my lips.

  I lay back shortly after that, and he covered me with his body just as we’d done in the woods. I kept my hurt arm above my head so that it would stay out of the way. I was in pain now, and while the clinic had given me pain pills, I hadn’t taken any. But I’d get some later. I didn’t want to stop now just to go pop some pills and come right back into the moment. That seemed like far too much work, especially when I had Grayson kissing me and sliding against me with his cock. He was teasing me, and I loved it, but I wanted more from him. I brought my thighs up around his hips and felt him reach down to my hole. Maybe he thought he needed to remove my plug for me, since I hadn’t before I’d sat on the bed, but when I felt his fingers against my hole, he smiled down at me.

  “You’re not wearing it,” he said.

  “Only ever did because it was a way to keep guys from rushing to get their dicks in me before I was ready. I realized that I don’t have to do that with you.”

  He kissed me on my forehead. “You never, ever wore it because you liked how it felt?”

  “Not really. I mean, sometimes, when I was riding it felt really good. But most of the time it was there so that I was already stretched, and I made sure that the guys couldn’t hurt me. A few of them thought it made me a slut, since I was always ready for sex, but I preferred that to the times I hadn’t worn it before realizing that I needed it. Some guys were fine, but some can be serious dicks about wanting sex when they want it and not when I was ready for it. And you know I like some pain, but I draw the line at pushing in before I’m ready to take a cock.”

  I caught Grayson staring. Then he kissed me long and slow. Lube came next, and I waited as he stretched me. He took minutes making sure I was okay and asking me the whole time that he was doing it if he was hurting me. Sometimes he wasn’t even stretching me. Sometimes he’d just run his fingers around my hole and tease me like it was kind of a damn game. I was really starting to miss my plug by the time he stopped teasing me and slid his cock up against my hole.

  pushed into me, but there was no pain to go with it. He’d done a good job of getting me ready. I just wanted him to hurry up now and fuck me. That would be really nice. But Grayson seemed determined to go slow as he slid inside of me like neither one of us was in any kind of a rush. He rained kisses down over my cheeks and chin, and I gasped under him as he pushed inside of me with such glacial speed that I was ready to start begging before he ever got deep in me.

  Thankfully he didn’t make me wait too much longer before he was all the way in me, and I had my legs clamped around his hips as he started to really work me. I kept having to remind myself not to reach over with my bad hand to touch his shoulder like I normally did. I liked having his muscles move under my fingers. He had wide shoulders. I’d thought he was a linebacker or something at first. He was built like it. And I loved that about him too. He was big and powerful, and when he really started to fuck me, I could always feel that part of him. Sure he dealt with papers all day and sat at a desk when he was at work, but when he wasn’t, there was something about him that said that he could have done anything with his life, and he still had so much potential wrapped up in him.

  He gasped out my name with each hard stroke into me, and I closed my eyes as I clung to him. His tight hairs tickled my belly and my cock, and I bit down on the inside of my cheek to keep from coming before I was ready. I wanted more time with him. I wanted hours more, just like this, where there was nothing else in my world except for Grayson and his impossibly soft bed underneath me.

  “Marry me,” he whispered against my neck in between lightly biting me.

  I opened my eyes and glared at him. “Excuse me?”

  He didn’t even falter in his pace as he leaned up on his hands to loom over me. “You heard what I said. Marry me. Please?”

  “Fuck no.” I laughed at him, which instantly made him frown.

  “Why not? We love each other. I love having you here. We’re great together.”

  While all of that was true, he was missing the bigger picture. “You can’t just ask someone to marry you when you’re balls deep in their ass. That’s not how it’s done. Ask me again later.”

  “Would you say yes if I asked you properly, then?”

  I grinned and looked away from him as he tried to kiss my mouth but only got my cheek. “Maybe. Depends on how you ask. It can’t be anything ridiculous like what you just did.”

  He laughed, and I gave him my mouth this time. We kept kissing, and then there was less kissing as his speed fell apart and his rhythm went to shit. He was close, and my thoughts were circling around marriage and marriage to Grayson and what was marriage like and did I have any right to be married to someone when I was still trying to figure out what, exactly, love was since it wasn’t what I’d always thought it was.

  Grayson bit my lower lip, snapping me out of my racing, maddening thoughts. I was back in the moment with him within an instant and coming only minutes after that as he grabbed my cock between us and stroked my orgasm out of me.

  As soon as I was done, he pulled out of my ass, tossed the condom aside, and came over my hips and stomach, mixing our come together and making me smile. We always did make such an absolute mess.

  He was gasping for air as he lay down next to me on the bed and put his arm across my stomach, right where the bulk of our combined come was.

  “I need a shower,” I said with a groan. But I definitely was not going to be getting up to go get one anytime soon.

  “I’m sorry I asked you,” he quietly told me once he’d regained the ability to speak coherently and not just gasp out my name and fuck mixed together as he came.

  “Are you regretting wanting to marry me already? Becau
se it’s kind of shitty to do take-backs on something like that.”

  I was relieved that he wasn’t saying that. Marriage was a terrifying concept for me, but if he had already been ready to call it off, I knew I probably would have cried, and I really didn’t cry all that often. I couldn’t remember the last time I had. I’d been close today, with the pain, and without sex there to cloud up all my thoughts and make me forget about it, the throbbing in my wrist was back with a vengeance. I needed to take some pills, too, to go with my shower.

  “I should not have asked you like that, but I don’t regret wanting to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you, but tonight sealed it for me. And don’t you dare ask me if it was because of the sex that we just had, because not everything in life is about sex.”

  He knew me too well, because I was absolutely about to make that joke. “Then was it when Nigel was here and being an asshole?”

  Grayson kissed me on my sweaty temple. I was surprised he didn’t make a face at the grossness of that. “No, it was actually while we were grocery shopping. You stopped and turned to me and told me we could deep-fry the pizza to make me like it more. You were joking, and I knew I loved you so much right then, and I didn’t want to ever stop seeing you smile at me like that.”

  I swallowed deeply and gave him what I hoped was that same smile, though I really wished someone had gotten a picture of us in that moment because I wanted to practice that smile all the time until it was the only one that I ever gave to him.

  “My answer is yes.”

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