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Gray slides a hand into my wet hair, then grips the base of his cock with the other. “How do you want this?” he asks, his thumb gently caressing my scalp.

“I want you to fuck my face.”

Heat flares in Gray’s eyes, and he taps my bottom lip with the head of his cock. “Open for me then, yeah?”

Holy fuck. Was wasting my fucking life indeed.

My mouth falls open, and I place a hand on Gray’s thigh to brace myself. His muscles flex under my fingertips as he presses forward, sinking the head of his cock into my open mouth.

I’m pretty sure my eyes roll back immediately. Sure, all I can taste is clean skin and the slight hint of salt from his pre-cum, but it doesn’t matter. It’s Grayson.

Next time, I don’t want him to shower first. I appreciate the sentiment, but it’s unnecessary. Next time. I can’t believe I have Gray’s dick in my mouth, and I’m already planning a next time.

My dick pulses hard when he tightens his grip on my hair and shifts his hips, thrusting his cock deeper into my mouth.

I want to keep my eyes open so I can see the way he looks when I swallow him down—I’m quite proud of the fact that I’ve trained myself out of having a gag reflex—but it’s too hard, and when he hits the back of my throat, they fall closed on their own.

He lets out a breath that I just barely hear over the sound of the water beating down on the shower floor, then he pulls back and slides his cock into my mouth again, deeper this time.

I twist my tongue around the head when he pulls out, and his soft moan sends a shiver down my spine.

Forcing my eyes open, I glance up at him. His head is tilted back, his throat exposed, and his chest is heaving. If I’ve done this with a hotter man, I can’t think of who. My stomach tightens as he uses his grip to pull my head back, then drags me forward instead of using his own hips.

“How much can you take, Harlow?” he rasps, pulling out and dragging the head of his cock along my lower lip. “All of it? Can I bury it down your throat?” I whimper, reaching down to press a hand against my aching cock. I try to nod, but his grip is too tight. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

I quite would, actually. Yes, yes, yes.

I’m pretty sure he’s robbed me of the ability to speak because when I open my mouth, all that comes out is a whiny moan that makes heat flood my face. He’s not even touching me, and I’m reacting this way. Maybe I’d die if he was touching my cock. That would probably be a reasonable reaction.

“Stroke yourself,” Gray says, and my hand moves without thought.

A shiver racks my body, and he snaps his hips forward, burying his cock in the back of my throat. My chest vibrates with a garbled moan, and he echoes the sound, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in.

His other hand comes up to tangle in my hair, and he pulls me forward until my nose is pressed to the short hair above his cock. I can barely breathe, and I’m not even complaining.

I swallow around him, stroking myself until my fingers go numb. Gray pulls back quickly, and I inhale a gasping breath.

His fingers flex in my hair, tugging and pulling, creating a delicious sting in my scalp that makes a shiver race down my spine.

I’m really so close to coming that it’s a little embarrassing, and when Gray uses his hold on my head to drag my mouth up and down his cock, pre-cum runs down my shaft and over my fingers.

This time, he doesn’t let up, and he doesn’t slow down. His hips move in little aborted thrusts as he uses my hair to control me and force me onto his cock over and over. He’s moaning and my eyes are watering and drool is making a mess of my lips and chin.

A choked noise leaves his throat, and he thrusts deeper, stilling as he grinds against my face and comes down my throat.

I don’t have time to pout about not being able to taste him because, between the noises he’s making and the way my lungs are burning for air and the tingles spreading through my body, I lose control. My stomach clenches hard, my dick pulsing as rope after rope of cum covers the shower floor before washing away with the water.

Grayson untangles his fingers from my hair, letting his cock fall from my mouth. I inhale a ragged breath, my throat aching from the treatment, and I slump forward, resting my forehead against his thigh.

Everything is all noodly and still tingly, and I could for sure take a nap. Right here. I don’t even need a blanket. I’m super warm from the water and the orgasm and from Gray.

My forehead rest disappears, but before I can fall forward, strong hands grip me under my armpits, and Gray’s helping me stand.

My legs aren’t really working, and I think he can tell because he hooks an arm around my waist, holding most of my weight as he shuts off the water and shifts around so he can grab towels.

Gray wraps a towel around me. Or at least he tries to. I think it’s hard when he’s supporting my legs.

“You okay?” he asks softly.