Taste. Part 8

"Jillian sounds quite formidable."

Grier snorted. "She was the alpha of the group. Ali, Jake, and I were like her lap dogs."

"What does Jake think of all of this?"

"Jake has no clue. What was I going to say? 'Oh, by the way, I f.u.c.ked your sister last night'?"

"Don't be cra.s.s... I thought he was your best friend."

"He is, but he's also her brother."

"Isn't she willing to come clean now that the worst has pa.s.sed?"

"What do you mean?"

"All the shock and drama that came with the sudden pregnancy is over. Now that everyone has seen Luca in the flesh, they must want the best for this child, and having a father is preferable to having none."

"Jillian feels it would cloud her parents' opinion of me, and eventually the families would have to take sides. She doesn't want that."

"What do you you want," Lil asked. want," Lil asked.

"I've let her call the shots so far."

"Are you usually this pa.s.sive?"

"No, but I feel guilty."

"For what?"

"For disappointing her, I guess, and for not manning up. I let her handle everything and stuck my head in the sand."

"Grier, come on. You're being way too hard on yourself. She played you from the beginning."

"I don't see it that way, Lil. I was the prince in her fantasy, and when I turned out to be the princess, her bubble burst to h.e.l.l."

"You're hardly a princess, Grier."

"I have issues, Lil."

Lil pushed him away so he could look into the ebony eyes instead of just listening to Grier's voice. His opinion of Grier hadn't diminished, regardless of what he'd heard. In fact, he was even more drawn to the man who showed a depth of sensitivity Lil would have never suspected considering the bad-boy exterior. He kissed him gently. "Tell me what terrible issues you have, Grier." Lil began to tongue the onyx earrings on Grier's left earlobe. "Are you a shape s.h.i.+fter?" he whispered, noting the goose flesh that erupted close to Grier's neckline.

"I may as well be for all my kinks."

"Dark?" Lil pressed.

"More like frilly."

Lil's voice tripped. "But the leather... and the tats?"

"Are you turned off?"

"Au contraire," Lil purred. "There aren't a lot of things that surprise me these days, but you, my hot number, are a glorious ma.s.s of contradictions." He pushed Grier down on the bed and straddled him, never taking his eyes off the man whose inner heat radiated in tempting waves Lil had yet to enjoy. He popped open the top b.u.t.ton of Grier's jeans and parted the fabric. The red lace peeked out, and Lil almost choked on his shocked breath. Jesus Christ Jesus Christ. He was so hard he nearly shot his load right then and there.

He bent toward Grier and crushed his mouth against his.

Chapter 8.

LIL lost himself in the intoxicating taste as he slid his tongue between Grier's parted lips. He swept the soft contours and gently sucked on Grier's tongue, encouraged when Grier clutched at his a.s.s and yanked him up against his rigid c.o.c.k. There was nothing tentative about Grier anymore. The nerves and insecurity he'd exhibited thirty minutes ago seemed to have evaporated in the wake of Lil's response to his kinky revelation. lost himself in the intoxicating taste as he slid his tongue between Grier's parted lips. He swept the soft contours and gently sucked on Grier's tongue, encouraged when Grier clutched at his a.s.s and yanked him up against his rigid c.o.c.k. There was nothing tentative about Grier anymore. The nerves and insecurity he'd exhibited thirty minutes ago seemed to have evaporated in the wake of Lil's response to his kinky revelation.

"Grier, I've got to see," Lil breathed, pus.h.i.+ng away reluctantly.

"Go for it," Grier urged, lifting his hips so Lil could pull off his pants effortlessly. He lay in full view, his c.o.c.k fully erect and pressing against the red lace tanga that barely concealed anything. The wet spot bloomed darkly as Grier's arousal increased with Lil's fevered gaze.

"So f.u.c.king beautiful," Lil whispered before laying his cheek against the soft fabric. He began to tongue Grier through the lace until it was sopping wet, and Grier's l.u.s.ty moans acted like an accelerant to the heat that suffused Lil's body. He drew the flimsy fabric down Grier's raised hips, exposing the engorged p.e.n.i.s that thrust forward eagerly. He continued to strip Grier, tossing the red lace aside and turning his attention to Grier's T-s.h.i.+rt, yanking it up his raised arms. When Grier was completely naked, Lil admired every part of the magnificent young body that was fully displayed for his pleasure. The secret tattoos Grier had alluded to were tiny blue stars that got smaller and smaller as they traveled down his silky love trail from his navel to his groin, ending in a small constellational burst just above the root of his p.e.n.i.s, which was as perfectly proportioned as the rest of him. Grier wasn't overly large, in Lil's opinion, nor was he too small. His c.o.c.k was perfectthick and cutoozing with beads of prec.u.m that slid down the swollen shaft, tempting Lil like nothing in recent history. He wanted Grier desperately.

He spread Grier's legs apart, and then his hand feathered its way up and down Grier's inner thighs, loving the light layer of dark hair instead of the usual clean-shaven look more common in his recent liaisons. So far, every b.u.t.ton was being pressed by this surprising man who trusted him with much more than his body.

Lil controlled the tempo, curling his tongue around Grier's c.o.c.khead, and then taking it all in his mouth and sucking gently. He caressed Grier's heavy sac, surprised, but delighted, to find it denuded, the one part of him Lil preferred bare. Grier squirmed, but surrendered, splaying his legs even farther as Lil nibbled his way down the rigid shaft, tracing the veins that stood out in relief.

He began to suck Grier's c.o.c.k in earnest, foregoing the coy, teasing flicks. He lodged it deep inside his throat and caressed him with practiced muscles that made most men scream with pleasure. Grier was no different, and he began to pant while urging Lil on, crying out with pleasure as his thighs gripped Lil's head. "I'm going to come."

The warning was ignored, and Lil continued, antic.i.p.ating the warm gush that soon flooded him with a briny taste that was all Grier. He pulled back slightly so he could swallow without choking, and he continued to suck gently until he felt Grier getting softer. He released him and clambered up to his mouth, kissing Grier deeply as his own erection flattened against Grier's stomach.

Grier tore his mouth away, scorching Lil's face with his heated breath as he begged, "f.u.c.k me."

Lil grabbed the travel-sized bottle of lube and the condom off the nightstand. He tore at the foil with his teeth and rolled the condom onto his c.o.c.k with one hand while his other was busy squirting the soothing gel around Grier's clenched entry. He inserted a finger, poking through the tight ring and loosening him up. "Ready?"

"Yes," Grier huffed and raised his hips with his hands, draping his legs over Lil's shoulders. "Do me, Lil."

Grier's face was flush with antic.i.p.ation, and his lashes fluttered when Lil breached him without another thought, intent on taking what was offered so blatantly. He was in so deep his b.a.l.l.s kissed Grier's b.u.t.t cheeks, and he gasped with the sheer ecstasy of the moment. Their eyes met in a heated exchange, saying more with one look than a thousand words could possibly evoke.

Lil began to move again, pumping his hips steadily, knowing when to press and when to pull back. He could feel Grier's stomach muscles clenching as he angled himself to spear the tiny gland, chuckling when the expletive escaped from Grier's lips. "Oh f.u.c.k."

He sped up and began the final a.s.sault, knowing he couldn't last much longer. He was ready to explode as he listened to Grier's breathing get heavier. He slid a hand behind Grier's neck and braced himself with his forearms, all the while grinding against his pelvis. Their o.r.g.a.s.ms were immediate and simultaneous, bursting forth in a fevered celebration of l.u.s.t.

"You're amazing," Lil choked out, unable to stop himself. He knew better than to say anything in the heat of pa.s.sion, knowing the words came easily and meant nothing in the clear light of day; nonetheless, he couldn't hold back. Grier had affected him more than he realized, and the feelings were obviously mutual as he felt Grier wrapping his arms and legs around Lil, intent on staying connected for as long as possible.

"Lil?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

"For what? You almost killed me with that f.u.c.king lingerie."

"You liked?"

"Oh G.o.d," Lil moaned against Grier's neck, still locked into place. "Was that just for me or do you run around in red lace routinely?"

"I only dress like that for very special people."

"Good to know."

"I take it you're into lingerie?"

Lil laughed throatily. "Did you doubt it for a minute?"

"Somehow I knew it."

Lil kissed him, wanting to stay inside of Grier forever. Inevitably, the need for comfort kicked in, and he finally loosened his hold and pushed away. "Let's clean up, okay?"

"Okay," Grier said, but he tightened his grip, unwilling to let Lil go.

"Come on," Lil cajoled, "we have all night, don't we?"

"I have to be home by eight."

"Something important?"

"I'm helping my dad with a move."

"I see." As Lil headed toward the bathroom, he turned back and asked, "How long have you had this little kink of yours?"

"Since Jillian started dressing me."

Lil almost tripped. "Say what?"

"Remember, I told you we were all joined at the hip? I was the doll she liked to dress."

"Holy f.u.c.k."

"I love color, as you know, and I resented my tighty-whities, so Jill lent me her frilly pink panties. I let her use my boring old briefs."

"And yet," Lil chortled, "this woman was surprised when you announced you were gay?"

"I guess she didn't think that through," Grier said, laughing.

"How long did you guys exchange underwear?"

"Until middle school, probably when she got her period."

"She's a piece of work."

"Yeah, we would call her the iron b.u.t.terfly."

"I'd love to meet her."

"Come to the Taste tomorrow evening. We can go out after my s.h.i.+ft, and you can meet Jillian."

"Okay. What about the afternoon? Will I see you?"

"I'm afraid not."

"Then we'll just have to make tonight count."

Grier smiled seductively. "I can handle that."

"Of course you can; you're young," Lil p.r.o.nounced. "Give me an hour or so to recover."

"Are you hungry?" Grier asked.

"Are you?"

"I haven't had anything since our pizza."

"That was a lifetime ago," Lil exclaimed. "Let me grab a shower. We can go upstairs and scrounge around in the kitchen when I'm done."

"I can cook if you have the ingredients."

Lil's eyebrows shot up. "You're just one surprise after another."

Grier shrugged. "With Mom gone and Dad on the road so much, I've learned to fend for myself."

"Are you ever going to get your own place?"

"Not until I feel comfortable leaving Luca."

"How do you think that's going to happen?"

"I don't know." Grier frowned. "Can we shelve this for now?"

"Sure," Lil replied, sensing Grier's discomfort. "Give me a minute, and then you can have your turn."

Lil shut the door and stepped into the stall, turning the spigot and reveling in the cleansing spray of water. His mind was still on Grier and everything that had transpired in the last few hours. He was intrigued and very much interested in learning more about him. That he was physically attracted was undeniable, but his involvement had more to do with Grier's personality than his beautiful body. He seemed to have gotten the raw end of a deal orchestrated by a very intelligent and rather self-serving woman. Lil could understand the guilt that had driven Grier initially, but it was years ago, and Jillian had trusted him enough to babysit the boy, proving his worth as a father and responsible person. It was wrong that he wasn't being given the option to claim Luca as his child.

There was an element Lil didn't understandthe dynamic between the two familiesbut surely there was some way they could work things out. He was appalled that Grier's life had been put on hold for seven years. It was an eternity for someone his age.

By the time Lil was twenty-five, he'd already graduated and had his architectural degree. He was one of the lucky people who had parents rich enough to send him to college without saddling him with student loans, a benefit Luca would enjoy if what Grier said was true. The boy's future was virtually made, and yet his father's was not.

Lil knew it was pointless to get involved. He'd only be here for five more days, not enough time to make any kind of difference in Grier's choices, but he was inexplicably drawn to father and son. It was the idea of Luca growing up not knowing who his daddy was that disturbed him more than anything else.

Perhaps it had to do with his upbringing, and the fact that his father had abandoned him as a child. Sure, his mother had remarried, and his stepfather was great, loving and caring for him as if he were his own flesh and blood. However, Lil always wondered what his life would have been like if his biological father had stuck around. Years of therapy had enabled him to work out his questions, and he'd emerged as a productive and happy member of society, without any major hang-ups, but he'd had the money, and the mother who understood his need to explore the reasons why he'd been left behind. He had no idea if Luca would be as lucky, and his personality and future hinged on a situation that could easily be resolved if only Grier would stand up to everyone.