Grayson: An MM Friends To Lovers Romance

“You like that?” I asked, my voice dark and gravelly, gripping his hair and holding him to me, not giving him the chance to speak. But his grunts and groans were enough of a confirmation, as was the obvious bulge in his pants.

“What was that?” I asked, pulling him off of me so I could get a good glimpse at him. His perfect pout was swollen from kissing and sucking me, and his pupils were dilated beyond belief. He was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen.

“Yes,” Henry breathed.

“Show me. Show me how much you want this cock,” I spat, my words full of command, jealousy, and desire.

Make me yours, baby.

Henry didn’t miss a beat as he took me down once more, sucking, licking, and rolling his tongue, deep, unrelenting groans of satisfaction emanating from his throat, vibrating through my cock.

“Fuck, Henry!” I cried, forgetting all about being quiet.

I didn’t care if anyone saw us.

I wanted them to see.

Wanted everyone to know Henry was mine, and I was his.

I thought Henry swallowed every drop of me, because all my senses disappeared the moment I came, erupting in his throat like a fountain.

When I pulled him up from his knees, intent on buttoning my pants, Henry surprised me by going in for a sloppy, wet kiss, his mouth full of my load.

I fumbled with my pants as Henry rubbed his hardness against me, unloading my salty release into my mouth.

God, he is perfect.

Like the gracious man I was, I accepted it without hesitation, swallowing it like a champ.

Henry’s kiss was unhinged. The slightest gasp of ecstasy escaped him, and I knew.

He fell against me, into our heat-filled kiss, an absolute mess.

We were both an absolute mess.

But in that space of disaster we were a perfect storm. Henry was rumbling, terrifying thunder, and I was bright, electrical lightning. An electric, perfect match.

I pulled away, taking in the sight of him in all his glory.

“Fuck, that was hot,” I murmured, sliding my hand over his ass and cupping his cheek in my palm with a squeeze.

“Yeah, you are,” he whispered back.

The music carried above us, and I was aware we needed to get back to the group. But I didn’t care about the wine festival or listening to another one of Riley’s dumb student stories.

A lazy grin spread on my face at his words, his genuine praise.

Fuck, I am.

I only cared about one thing.

“Mine,” I whispered, kissing him gently.

“What?” Henry’s voice was so soft I barely heard him.

“You’re mine,” I repeated. “And you’re pretty hot too.” I teased.

Henry looked up at me with glassy eyes. “You mean it?” he asked, his voice shaky.