Grey's Awakening (6 page)

“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” Grey looked like he shouted, but it barely registered as such above the noise of the pounding rain. “It’s goddamned pouring.”

Looking up into the darkened night, Sirus welcomed the torrent of rain beating down on his face. For the first time in what seemed like forever, he felt alive, and he forced himself to believe it was because of the harsh elements and not this man’s bruising hold.

“Come on!” Grey shook Sirus again and tried to tug him up the stairs. “Get inside!”

Sirus pulled back, digging his feet into the wood. “No, it’s just rain. It won’t hurt me.” He could not,
could not
, go back in that cabin with Grey.

“You’ll get sick as a dog.” Rain plastered Grey’s hair to his head in a skullcap and poured down his face. “Of course it can hurt you.” His lips pulled with hard lines, and all Sirus could think about was kissing Grey breathless and shoving his tongue into the warmth of his mouth.

Stifling a groan, Sirus pushed past Grey and down the steps. He called over his shoulder, not daring to look back, “If I get sick, I’ll deal with it.” His feet squished in the mud the dirt path had become. The cold no barrier, a painful erection raged in his jeans.

“You go inside. I want to be out here.”

Grey shouted a curse and slammed into Sirus from behind, locking his arms around Sirus’s arms and chest. “You’re not running around in the rain and the dark! Fucking stop, damn it!” Grey’s muscles contorted wildly against Sirus’s back and arms as he struggled to take Sirus to the ground, surprising Sirus with his strength. Sirus had the extra height and the bulk, though, and he ripped Grey off his body, whirling on him, his emotions playing too close to the surface to fully conceal.

Sirus laid his eyes on the hard set of Grey’s face, and on the way his body heaved with labored breathing. His soaked shirt clung to his chest, exposing hard pecs and tight nipples, pointing with cold. Sirus looked up and their gazes clashed, the heat so intense Sirus jerked with it. A rough noise escaped Grey right then, and that’s when Sirus glanced down. A thick bulge thrust hard against Grey’s pants, giving him away.

Grey stared right back at Sirus’s cock, and figured him out too.

“I don’t want this,” Sirus uttered, his voice stripped bare.

“Me either.” Grey sounded as if he were in agony.

Swearing, they flew at each other in a furious kiss.

Grey kissed Sirus with brutal force, and Sirus welcomed it with an internal shout of pleasure. His mouth was pried open with a rough clamp of Grey’s hand on his jaw, and Grey pushed his way inside to a frantic meeting of tongues. Sirus whimpered, his cock straining for release, aching for something he knew he couldn’t have.

Greyson’s ass.

Sirus moaned as his dick pushed against his jeans, pounding painfully with a rush of blood.

Grey slid a hand down Sirus’s back and grabbed his ass, holding it to grind his prick against Sirus’s bulge. “I want your cock,” Grey murmured against Sirus’s mouth, biting Sirus’s lower lip as he did it. “I want to see it; I want to taste it; I want it in my mouth.”

Oh, holy hell
. Sirus jerked and went shaky in the knees. He had a man in front of him enthusiastic about blowjobs. Giving them. Very few things in life were better than that.

Sirus grabbed Grey’s other hand and forced it between their bodies, digging past his stomach until he got Grey’s palm on his prick through his jeans. Grey immediately clutched Sirus’s length in a snug hold, rocking him in between his grip on Sirus’s cock and ass, making Sirus vibrate with the pleasure of it.

Leaning in, Grey scraped his mouth across Sirus’s, the touch pulling on his lower lip.

“Take off your shirt.” He squeezed Sirus’s length, drawing a hiss. “Now.”

Unused to taking orders—in anything—Sirus burned with a retort. At the same time, his cock was harder than he’d ever experienced, and he had a man willing to go down on him and take care of it, two factors that had Sirus pumping his hips into Grey’s hold and tearing at the plackets of his shirt in unison, ripping off buttons in order to comply.

“Yours too,” Sirus said. As soon as his own shirt hit the muddy ground, Sirus yanked Grey’s shirt out of his waistband before the man could say a word. He pushed the fabric up to Grey’s neck, revealing a stunning, fit chest. Sirus paused for a moment, taking his fill of the display of masculine lines before him. “Damn it, I could study you for days.”

Grey let go of Sirus and shrugged out of his shirt on his own, while Sirus ran his hands all over Grey’s chest and stomach, feeling every indent and groove, and already started to visualize his hands chiseling pieces of granite away from a block until something resembling Greyson Cole’s torso remained. Sirus rubbed the pads of his thumbs over tiny brown nipples, immediately bringing the tips to twisted points. In response, Grey drew in a quick breath, and his belly trembled. Sirus reveled in Grey’s visible reaction, and he brushed his fingers over the raised skin again.

“Jesus.” Grey’s voice was rough as he watched Sirus play with him. “You’re making me so fucking hard.”

Emboldened, Sirus twisted Grey’s aroused nipples and tugged, tormenting the sensitized flesh. Grey moaned, pushing into Sirus’s touch as he made a grab for Sirus’s belt. Jerking the leather out of the loop, Grey leaned in and fused his mouth to Sirus’s again, invading with a voracious, deep kiss. Sirus thrust his tongue into Grey’s mouth and took over the mating of tongues, mimicking every stab he wanted to take at Grey’s ass with his cock. At the same time, he shoved his hands down and tangled his fingers with Grey’s, eager to get his pants down and his dick free. Sirus’s erection pulsed with blood, hot to feel a mouth on it again.

Zipper and fly finally undone, Sirus winced as the snug, wet denim pulled at the hairs on his thighs as it moved down his legs, tormenting his body in yet another way.

His erection sprung heavy, the cold rain bearing down on them no match for the heat coursing through his body. Sirus would have been happy leaving his jeans around his ankles, but Grey dropped to his knees and took them the rest of the way off, leaving Sirus standing nude, soaked in the torrential rain—and hard as a rock.

Grey looked up, and Sirus somehow found the man’s eyes through the storm. The men connected visually and began to breathe in tandem, as if they had already become one. Sirus trembled, and it had nothing to do with the cold. Grey’s face was so close to Sirus’s erection that the warmth of every breath he exhaled washed over Sirus’s dick in a wave, sending more shivers through his body. Hunger shone in Grey’s changing hazel eyes, and Sirus had never wanted to be another person’s meal more.

“Feed me your cock.” Grey put his hands on Sirus’s hips, clutching them, and opened his mouth.

Holy Mother
. Sirus’s legs weakened, and he didn’t know how he kept from coming right on the spot. With hands that shook, he wrapped one around the base of his penis, buried the other in Grey’s wet hair, and guided his dick past Grey’s lips.

Grey immediately closed around Sirus and sucked on his thick cockhead, teasing the already leaking slit, and sent Sirus up in flames. “Oh, God, yeah.” Sirus pushed more length into Grey’s mouth, and every nerve ending started singing with joy at its temporary home. Wet, suctioning warmth enveloped Sirus’s cock with steadying degrees, and Grey accepted Sirus inch by inch until half his dick took over Grey’s mouth and his tip touched Grey’s throat. “Fuck, man,” Sirus squeezed the base of his cock as he stared down at Grey blowing him, “you’re so good.”

Grey looked up, mesmerizing Sirus with his intriguing eyes. As much as Sirus wanted to close his own and succumb to pure sensation, he couldn’t look away from the picture Grey made. The man had his lips stretched unbearably wide around Sirus’s thickness, and he sucked Sirus’s penis in a slow, sensual back and forth motion, as if he had all the time in the world. Sirus couldn’t see it, but God, he could he
feel
the magic of Grey’s tongue against his supersensitized skin. He swirled his tongue around Sirus’s embedded length and did amazing things to every bit of straining flesh he flicked or licked. The damn man was so fucking thorough Sirus couldn’t stay still; he started pumping his hips into Grey’s face, fucking his mouth in shallow, faster strokes, needful of a quicker movement to match the nerve endings popping to crazy life over every inch of his body. Sirus kept his fist locked tight around the root of his cock, bumping his hand into Grey’s mouth with every thrust, always aware not to give too much and make Grey choke. Sirus knew he was big, but he wouldn’t overpower a partner for the world.

Grey made throaty, murmuring noises of appreciation, and bobbed up and down on Sirus with a twisting motion and a rougher, suctioning pull, making Sirus’s ass throb with just as much excitement as his dick, begging for equal attention.
Goddamnit, yeah
. Sirus gritted his teeth just thinking about Grey sticking a few fingers in his asshole and fucking him hard.

Right then, Grey slid his hands around Sirus’s hips and grabbed his ass in a bruising hold, splitting his cheeks wide open. As Grey dragged with insane, suctioning force down the length of Sirus’s dick, he slipped the tip of one finger over Sirus’s exposed hole, sending his bud into a frantic flutter of need. Usually able to withstand a whole hell of a lot more foreplay than this, Sirus dug his fingers into Grey’s scalp and pulled away in the nick of time, roaring above the thunder of the storm as orgasm hit him full force. “Ohhh, oh God…” He jerked his cock with one painful pump from his fist and unloaded his seed, shooting on Grey’s neck, shoulders and chest.

Almost manic, in a way he had never experienced before, Sirus shoved Grey onto his back and fell to his knees, straddling the man’s stomach. Lines of pleasure still shot through Sirus’s body, and his cock remained more than half-hard. “Oh, fuck. I’m still there and can come again. Gimme, gimme.” Sirus grabbed Grey’s hand and shoved two fingers into his mouth, not waiting for Grey to agree. Sirus laved them up good with saliva, his cock already getting stiffer again with just that small move. His rectum squeezed, knowing what would come next. Giving one more good lick all around the webbing of Grey’s surprisingly rough fingers, Sirus rose up on his knees and shoved Grey’s hand in between his legs, aiming right for his pucker. “Help me…” He wiggled his ass down, grunting at the wonderful pressure pushing against his snapped-shut hole.

“Fuck, I want you inside me.”

Fingers suddenly grasped Sirus’s chin, and Sirus dropped his focus to the man beneath him. Their stares locked on each other, Grey said, “Breathe for me,” and took over probing at Sirus’s entrance. He pushed up, Sirus bore down, and, with one flash of pain, Sirus’s hole gave up the fight and let Grey’s fingers inside.

Sirus’s ass burned with the invasion, but it immediately clamped down on Grey’s fingers and dragged them deeper into his channel. “Mmm, yeah.” He braced his hands on Grey’s chest and pushed down, forcing more of the other man’s long fingers inside his body. “Fuck me, fuck me.” Clenching his teeth against the pure, unadulterated delight his rectum and Grey’s embedded fingers created together, Sirus rolled his hips into each spearing his passage took and reached for more. His prick grew to full arousal once again and his balls tingled and drew tight against his body, already to the breaking point again.

“Take it, Wilder, take it.” Grey’s voice was harsh and forceful as he plunged and scissored his fingers with great enthusiasm in Sirus’s quivering channel, stretching him with almost savage aggression. “Feel every goddamn inch of me playing in your ass.”

“Uh-huh … fuck.” Sirus pulled his lower lip between this teeth and bit, drawing blood as he tried to stave off release. He couldn’t control the panting and writhing, though, and his knees slipped wider apart in the mud, pushing his ass down even harder and trapping Grey’s hand against his stomach. Sirus didn’t care and couldn’t stop gyrating his ass into Grey’s fingers. His thighs shook and his arms felt weaker than a kitten, and just when Sirus didn’t think he could take even one more sensation, Grey crooked his buried fingers and stroked right on Sirus’s sweet spot, tipping him right over the edge.

Crying out as the second release hit him, stronger and sharper than the first, Sirus sank his fingers at least half an inch into Grey’s chest muscles, searching for a toehold with which to cling. His entire body convulsed, his ass closed in a vise on Grey’s fingers, and he swore he felt cum race through his bowel and belly before finally letting it go and shooting a stream of hot semen on Grey’s forearm and chest.

Grey locked his gaze on Sirus’s, and it was frightening in its depth. The man looked pained, and Sirus scrambled backward, letting Grey’s fingers slip free of his anus as he positioned his ass over the other man’s crotch. Grey’s jeans acted as little to no barrier, and Sirus ground his buttocks into the bulge, his crease splitting and his asshole finding the ridge and rocking in a frenzy over Grey’s cock. “I’m still open … ah, yeah…” Sirus groaned and bucked as Grey knifed up into his loosened hole. “Fuck me and let me feel you come.”

Grey growled and latched onto Sirus’s waist, holding him down as he thrust up repeatedly, taking with aggression, as if there were no clothing between them at all. Sirus rode the shape of Grey’s cock with piston-fast sweeps along his crack, knowing he had never done anything like this in his life. He felt like a teenager in the backseat of a car doing something fast and without finesse because it was forbidden and he didn’t want to get caught.

“Ohh … ohh…” Grey strained under Sirus and then quickly stiffened, his body arching in a bow. “Coming…” His mouth fell open, his eyes squeezed shut, and his fingers bruised a punishing hold on Sirus’s waist. “Damn it, damn it…” Grey’s entire body shuddered, and the heat of ejaculate warmed Sirus’s ass through underwear and jeans as Grey succumbed to release.

Eventually, the tension eased from Grey’s body and he lowered back to the ground.

He opened his eyes, and the rain broke right then, turning from a downpour to a light mist, as if Mother Nature took its cue from the severity of Sirus and Grey’s coupling.