Limitless Love: A Polyamorous Charity Anthology

12. Graham

“You didn’t have to make dinner,” Eric says, as he sets out the plates and silverware.

I shrug. “Seemed like the decent thing to do. You’re letting me stay here, and you aren’t asking me for anything. It’s just baked chicken.”

Eric stops what he’s doing and stares at me. “I don’t expect anything from you, Graham. You could live here for the rest of our lives and I would never want or expect anything from you except to make sure you’re safe.”

“You can’t really mean that.”

“I mean every word I’ve ever said to you, Graham. I care about you more than you probably realize. I don’t want anything you’re not willing to give freely. That will never not be true.”

This man. I don’t deserve him.

I leave the food on the stove and stride across the space between us. Eric bends easily when I reach up and slide one hand into his hair, bringing his mouth down to mine. The kiss is hard, different from every other one we’ve shared.

Pressing against him, I ravish his mouth, pouring all of my affection into the kiss.

“Graham.” He gasps my name. His hands grip my hips tightly, and I rub my lower half against his.

“Please. I want you.”

“We don’t have to do this.”

I look into passion-blown eyes, and smile. “I know. But here’s the thing about sexual desire, Eric—it’s fluid. I was attracted to you that first day, and it’s ebbed and flowed ever since. I might not experience it like most people, but I know what I want. Who I want. And it’s been you, for weeks.”

I might be ace-flux, but that doesn’t mean I never want sex. I just don’t always feel the desire for it like other people. I don’t go around seeing people as sexually attractive, but I can appreciate a good-looking man when I see one. And Eric fits that bill tenfold.

Not only that, but I’m romantically attracted to him. I don’t know when that happened, but as I stand here in front of him, I realize I fell a long time ago. I just didn’t want to admit it.

Eric kisses me again, turning us so I’m pressed against the counter. He slides a hand around to my ass, and I moan. “Okay?”

“I want you to fuck me, Eric, so yes, it’s okay.”

He grins. “Just checking. Consent is important.”

I smack his chest with the back of my hand. “You have my permission to do whatever the fuck you want to me so long as it involves your dick.”

“So bossy,” he mutters, before kissing me again and grabbing two handfuls of my ass.

Moaning into the kiss, I clutch at his shirt before sliding my hands underneath the fabric and running my fingers along bare skin.

Eric pulls away, and before I can protest, he’s grabbing my hand and leading me upstairs.

My insides quiver with anticipation. It’s been…a while since I last had sex, and even then, it wasn’t that good. But Eric is far more understanding than anyone I’ve ever been with. Not only that, feelings are involved. Those things alone will make this an experience I know I won’t soon forget.

When we enter the bedroom, he turns to me and slowly, reverently, begins to undress me. Eric presses kisses to as much of my bare flesh as he can.

I shiver, goosebumps forming on my skin, and I try not to hold my breath as he kneels in front of me and slides my pants and underwear down to my ankles.

Eric licks the tip of my cock, and I moan. He sucks the head into his mouth and I gasp, hands threading into his thick, blond hair.

“Just so you know,” I say, as he pulls off my cock and then slowly slides down another inch. “I’m negative. Always been safe.”

He pulls back once more and looks up at me. “Me too. We all got tested when things between Logan and Evan got serious, and we’ll do it again once we’ve established where this is going between us.”

Before I can respond, he sucks my dick back into his mouth, going almost all the way down to the base.

I choke out a moan and tighten my fingers in his hair. Eric groans around my dick, and I thrust my hips. He reaches up and grabs my ass, holding me there as he swallows around my cock and slides all the way down, taking me into his throat.

I might not have the biggest dick around, but no one’s ever sucked all of it into their mouth before.

He pulls off and takes a breath before sucking me down again. “Holy fuck,” I gasp, as his tongue licks up the underside of my shaft. Eric pulls back enough to tongue the head, licking up the leaking pre-cum.

When Eric pulls off, I moan, but then he stands and begins to undress. I’m not ashamed to admit I don’t move to help. Instead, I watch in awe as he bares himself to me. We’ve showered together multiple times since the first, but that doesn’t mean I can’t admire him.

His shoulders and chest are broad, the perfect and safest place for me to rest my head. His stomach isn’t completely flat or chiseled, but I like that about him. He’s soft, but healthy, and that’s more important than a six-pack in my mind.

While he doesn’t have much hair on his chest, his treasure trail leads straight to his cock. It’s bigger than mine, of course—everything about him is bigger than me. It’s long and girthy, and I drop to my knees without a second thought.

Eric places a hand on my shoulder but doesn’t make any move to force or even guide me. He’s leaving this choice up to me, and that’s the reason why I want this—want him.

I don’t hesitate to suck the head into my mouth, moaning as the flavor of his pre-cum bursts across my tongue. Eric gasps, and his hand moves to my hair as I take more of him in. I can’t go all the way down on him, but I sure as fuck try my best.

My eyes water and my throat burns by the time I pull back to lap at his slit. Eric’s grip on my hair tightens, and I grin before sucking on just the head.

One of my hands strokes along his shaft while the other squeezes his balls, and Eric moans long and loud. He tugs on my hair and I pull off, looking up at him.

“If you want me to fuck you, you need to stop.”

I smile. “I thought someone as old as you would last longer.”

He snorts. “Not when you look hot as fuck with my cock in your mouth.”

“You say the nicest things.” I lick his cock once more before standing.

Eric keeps his hand in my hair and kisses me, tilting my head back so he can lick the inside of my mouth thoroughly.

“You taste like me.”

“Next time I’ll let you come in my mouth, so then I really will.”

He groans and lets go of my hair, just to grab my hand and lead me to the bed.

Eric piles the pillows in the middle of the bed and gestures for me to climb on. I do and lie back, watching every move he makes as he reaches into his nightstand for the lube and a condom.

I’m riveted, as he slides the condom on and opens the lube, coating his fingers. Spreading my legs, I welcome him between them as he circles one finger around my hole.

“Please.” I arch my back and thrust into his touch.

He doesn’t hesitate to breach me with one finger, fucking into me slowly before pulling out and returning with two.

I clutch at the bedsheets, and he twists his fingers, going as deep as possible.

“Hand me a pillow,” he says softly.

I thrust one at him and lift my hips so he can slide it underneath my back. He goes back to fingering me—three this time. I gasp and shake, my hands reaching for him.

“Please, fuck me.”

“I’m not going to fuck you, Graham.” Eric leans over me and kisses me hard. “I’m going to love you.”

“I don’t care what you do, so long as you get your fucking cock in me.”

He laughs and pulls his fingers out, and then moves closer. The feel of his cock against my ass has me spreading my legs wider.

Eric guides his cock into me, and I moan. He slides in slowly, and I run my hands down his arms and back up to his shoulders, hanging on as he bottoms out.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

Eric kisses me and holds himself still for a long moment, before pulling out and surging back in.

He fucks me slowly—sometimes hard, sometimes gentle—but he doesn’t pick up the pace, even when I wrap my legs around his waist and dig my fingers into his back.

“Please, please,” I beg.

Eric kisses me instead: my mouth, my cheeks, my throat, my collarbone.

His cock slides in and out of me so perfectly, and when he thrusts hard, he goes deep and hits my prostate, causing me to cry out and shake. But he doesn’t speed up, even when he sits on his knees and pulls me into his lap. His cock goes deep and he bites at my collarbone. Still, he grips my hips and doesn’t let me fuck myself on him. Instead, he thrusts up into me, hard, but still maddeningly slow.

He grips my cock with one hand, spreading the pre-cum along the head, and I groan in relief. “Come for me.”

As he fucks into me, hitting my prostate so accurately, and fists my dick so perfectly, it doesn’t take long.

I clutch at him and barely register my back hitting the bed once more as he fucks into me. When I come, it’s with Eric’s name on my lips and my heart in his hands.

He jerks me off, even after I finish coming, and I moan at the sensitivity. Only when I’m completely wrung out and lying there, covered in my cum, does he lift himself onto both hands and fuck into me hard and fast.

It doesn’t take long for him to come, his cock thickening and jerking inside me. I desperately wish there was nothing between us.

For long moments, we stay like that, breathing hard, eyes locked, lust and other emotions darkening his to match my own.

Normally, it doesn’t take long for my insides to squirm and for me to become uncomfortable. I don’t like to linger in the moment, most of the time. But here and now, with this man, I never want it to end.