Exclusive Excerpt from Fight For This
by Suki Fleet
THE STUMBLE upstairs to Grey’s bed was a delicious blur. Si’s long slinky limbs tangled with Grey’s own, and the warmth of Si’s kisses flared like tiny stars on Grey’s skin.
A part of him wondered if he’d somehow fallen into one of his fantasies, but the pull in his chest—their connection—told him nothing had ever been realer.
He could feel what Si wanted, what he needed. Si’s glamour was a sparkling warmth that gusted around them, and made the air shimmer like gold dust. Why had Grey believed being close would hurt Si? His heart had whispered this was right from the beginning—if only he’d listened, trusted. Though wasn’t that just the story of his life?
They fell onto cool bed sheets, the mystery of Grey’s vanished blankets forgotten as Si’s touch, his scent, filled Grey’s head, and they clutched at one another hungrily.
With the curtains still drawn, the room seemed dark but for the breathtaking glow of Si’s skin. His hair against Grey’s white pillows was like fire on snow, his skin like a sunrise. Grey could hardly breathe with how much he wanted to take care of Si, though he knew how much wanting that might cost him. But whatever happened they had this, they had right now, and Grey had no intention of wasting a second.
The soft sounds of their kissing filled the room, as did their joint moans as Grey slid his fingers under the soft material of Si’s thin top, exposing miles of warm, smooth skin he longed to kiss and lick.
Need, unlike anything Grey had ever felt, seemed to jolt between them as he leaned down and took Si’s nipple in his mouth.
“Fuck.” Si clung onto him, back arched, strong fingers digging into Grey’s biceps, his erection rubbing urgently against Grey’s stomach.
Grey’s dick couldn’t get any harder. He longed for the simplest of touches, skin on skin would do it. A warm hand palming him through his jeans would probably be enough. Thoughts of fucking, of slick tongues and tight arseholes made his balls ache. The sort of ache he never wanted to go away but couldn’t hold onto. If they didn’t slow it down, he suspected this would be over far too soon.