Chapter 4
FOUR
“I may never eat again.” Maverick patted his belly as he walked Graham back to his apartment. He was glad he left his coat and all the other accoutrements upstairs because he needed to climb those stairs to feel a little bit looser in his pants.
Graham groaned a little, leaning on him as they trudged up the stairs. “I totally understand. It was the mac and cheese that pushed me over the edge. Fuel really does comfort food well, don’t they?”
“They really do. I would come back here any time I came to Secret Springs.”
Graham stiffened just a little bit, and Maverick had a feeling it was because he’d reminded Graham that he didn’t live there. He hoped it didn’t ruin anything else that might happen over the evening because he wasn’t quite ready to end it right now.
Sitting with Graham at dinner had been a revelation.
Graham liked to chat about all sorts of things, and he got super animated about some of them.
It made him so attractive to Mav, and he had to admit by the end of dinner he was a little revved up, half hard, and ready to at least try for a kiss.
Graham was really just his type. Way more than the young man he’d asked to come to Secret Springs for the weekend.
He’d only had to apologize twice for being a grumpy bastard when they first met before Graham told him to stop.
He thought Graham might just be a tiny bit tipsy, but not so much that Mav would feel guilty if they got busy.
He didn’t think he would be taking advantage.
He thought that it would just relax Graham a tiny bit.
That wasn’t why he plied the man with wine.
It was because Mav loved wine, and he wanted to share a little bit of his knowledge about it.
They got to the door, and he half expected Graham to tell him, “I’ll get your coat and stuff, and you can just leave.” But Graham smiled at him. “Would you like to come in for a cup of decaf?”
Oh thank God. He went from half hard to tenting his pants in about half a breath. “I would love to. That sounds amazing.” He wasn’t the kind of guy who couldn’t sleep if he had caffeine, but he would take decaf. Coffee at the end of a meal always seemed to taste good no matter what.
“I have one of those fancy Nespresso machines. One of my friends got it for me. I love it. It makes the best coffee.”
“Oh, I love those machines. So fancy, huh? Like coffee robots.”
Graham nodded happily and let them in, motioning toward the living area. “Come on and have a seat. I’ll get our coffees.”
“Thanks.” Mav headed for the couch again, humming a little as he sank into it.
Graham’s home was warm, cozy—there were a smattering of things that were obviously personal among the rental furniture, which was mostly antiques.
A furry blanket.
A huge rainbow-shaped pillow.
A stack of fascinating novels. His fingers itched to grab things and feel them or to page through the books, but that seemed nosy for a first visit.
“Do you take cream or sugar?” Graham must ask that question a thousand times a day.
“A little of both.” Since it was after-dinner coffee, he’d indulge. “In the morning? I want it black as the grim reaper.”
“I’ll remember that.”
Oh, that was even more encouraging. That might mean he had a breakfast offer coming.
He grinned, feeling like things might be really looking up.
Graham brought over two mugs of coffee, carrying them gingerly. “Here we go. A nice, rich cup of coffee to end the meal.”
“Yum. Come sit with me, honey.” He wanted to get closer, to see what happened if they got touching.
Graham sat next to him, searching his eyes. “Is this okay?”
“This is perfect.” He reached over with the hand not holding the coffee mug and put it on Graham’s leg, hoping that he wasn’t totally wrong about all this. “You’ll tell me if I push you too fast, right?”
Graham swallowed hard. “I will. I know I sounded like an idiot at the hotel making sexual jokes with a guest, but you already made me stupid even then.”
“I’m glad. I have to admit I was angry, but not at you.” Mav shook his head at himself. “I can be a grumpy bastard when I want to, but I usually figure out that I am being one and I can apologize, post haste.”
“You do apologize very nicely.” Graham winked at him, then sipped his coffee, humming and closing his eyes at the flavor. “So yummy.”
He wanted to kiss Graham in order to taste the flavor rather than drinking his own. But he wasn’t sure that was wise, especially when he was holding a hot mug of coffee in his hand.
Graham set his drink aside and then tugged Mav’s out of his hand to put it down on the table too. He tilted his face up as if he’d read Graham’s mind. “Would you like to taste?”
“God, yes.” He slid one hand behind Graham’s head and pulled that hot body up against his. There was a tiny bit of roundness there, a little bit of softness, and Mav loved that. It really got him revved up, got his motor going.
When Graham gasped, he bent to put his mouth over Graham’s, letting his tongue swipe through the open lips. He wanted to taste that coffee for sure, but more than that, he wanted to know what Graham tasted like. He wanted to know how welcome he would be to go further.
Graham wrapped both arms around his neck, clinging to him like a vine, and they kissed hard and deep. It went that way in a hurry. There was no gentle exploration. This was a full-on, gasping, panting, hard press of mouth on mouth.
Mav grunted, turning them on the couch so he could push Graham down on his back, pulling one of Graham’s legs up next to his hip. Graham opened up and let the other foot fall down to the floor, so he was spread wide.
All he could do was press in between Graham’s thighs and rub his cock against Graham through their clothes, grinding a little bit.
He knew he was probably going way too fast, but he just wasn’t going to stop now.
Not unless Graham asked him to. Then he would do his damnedest just to run to the kitchen and pour icy cold water on his dick.
“Is this okay?” He stroked his thumb over Graham’s lips in between kisses. “I feel like we’re moving really fast, but at the same time, I’m not going to stop unless you tell me to.”
Graham’s smile was slow and heated. “I’m not going to ask you to stop. I don’t have any condoms, though.”
“Are you going to hate me if I tell you I have one in my wallet? Actually, I have two in there.”
Graham’s soft chuckle sent goose bumps rising up on his skin, it was so sexual. “Well, you did expect to get laid this weekend, so who am I to complain about it?”
“Oh thank God.” He started working on Graham’s clothing, and Graham grabbed his hands, finally looking a little worried.
“I’m not.” He stopped. Took a deep breath. “I’m a little...”
He kissed the tip of Graham’s nose. “What you are is perfect just the way you are. I don’t care.”
Those gorgeous hazel eyes glinted with gold and green highlights as they widened. “No one’s ever said that to me before.”
“Well, I gotta tell you, I’m not some sort of high-toned gym master who thinks everybody has to look cut. I like a little softness in the belly, and I like a nice ass to hold on to.”
“Meanwhile, you probably just have an amazing metabolism, and you do lots of work around your yard or something to look so freaking amazing.” Graham pulled his hands away and then poked Mav in the chest.
Mav rolled his eyes. “I do a lot of hiking, trail running, and those obstacle courses they put out in the middle.”
Graham tugged at his shirt trying to get it off. “I’m glad. I want to see all that hard work.”
Grabbed him by the shirt. “Should we go together?” Hopefully that would make Graham feel better, less self-conscious.
Nodding wildly, Graham sat up just enough to tug off his sweater even as Mav pulled off his.
Mav’s breath caught as he studied how pretty Graham was.
His chest and belly did have a little bit of softness, especially right next to the belly button, but he was adorable.
Just the cutest thing Mav had ever seen in his life.
And his skin was flushed, his little nipples hard.
That wasn’t cute. That was fucking sexy.
Graham moaned. “Oh my God, you look like some sort of wet dream.”
“As long as it makes you happy, I’m pleased.”
Graham ran a hand down his chest and over his belly, tugging at the hairs that disappeared under his belt. “I am so happy you don’t even know. I could look at you for days.”
“Oh, I would rather you touched me,” Mav teased. “A lot.”
“I can do that.” Graham tugged at his belt next, unbuckling it and opening his fly so that his cock sprang out.
He heard Graham grunt, and he couldn’t see those eyes anymore because they were trained down on his crotch.
Graham stared at him like there was no tomorrow.
One hand closed around him, stroking him up and down, and his ass clenched because his knot started to swell so fast.
He pushed back so he was sitting on his knees. That way, he could get Graham’s pants open and down over his hips. He wanted to see everything. They were going to have to shift around if he really wanted to get completely naked, but this worked.
Graham made a frustrated noise because his cock had sort of pushed out of reach. “Where are you going?”
“The way we’re cooking along, honey, we’re going to need to get completely naked, or it’s not going to happen.”
Graham let out a soft chuckle and then shoved at him, wiggling and jiggling to get where he could sit up and swing both legs together down on the floor so he could shimmy out of his pants. Mav loved it because he got the feeling that self-consciousness had totally fled at this point.
And when Graham bent over to pull off his shoes and socks, he damn near had a heart attack. That sweet, round, perfect ass was a stunning sight.
He moaned, the sound shockingly loud, as he reached out to cup Graham’s balls in his hand, his thumb rubbing over this tiny little hole hidden between those perfect cheeks.
“So wet for me already,” he said. And Graham stood up, turning around, slapping his hand with that cock.
“I am. I’m not ashamed of it.”
“I don’t want you to be.” Mav hauled off his pants, his shoes and socks, and then stretched out on his back, pulling Graham so that he came to straddle his hips.
“Where’s your wallet? I need to get it before we get too busy.”
“In my pants.” Mav motioned at the floor, and Graham leaned sideways, the friction making his eyes roll back in his head as they rubbed together.
Graham popped back up with the wallet in his hand and opened it, grabbing out a condom before throwing the wallet back on the floor. “Ta-da!”
“Excellent. I think maybe you’d better put it on me right now.” If he got any more swollen, it probably wasn’t gonna fit.
“I think that’s an exceptional idea.” Graham gave him a wild, happy look. Those eyes so heated, and they glowed with gold fire almost. He thought that was something you only read about in books, but he could see now where people got the description from.
Graham tore open the package and very carefully rolled the condom down over his cock, which made his toes curl. The feeling of those hands on him, the way that it made everything sit up and take notice, was just crazy.
Then Graham slid up his thighs and rubbed against him, and he grabbed that luscious ass in both hands and squeezed, pulling Graham up over him so that that wet hole is poised at the tip of his cock.
“Tell me you’re ready.” He knew he hadn’t opened Graham up with his fingers or anything, but he had a feeling it didn’t matter.
“I’m ready.” Graham reached back and did something with his fingers, and Mav felt him start to slide down, all the way, like he was a well-greased pole. That was when he realized Graham was holding himself wide open so Mav would fit.
His entire body jerked, and he gasped, his lips falling open. “Jesus.”
Nothing had ever been so hot. Not ever.
Mav groaned and rolled his hips up, his need like a wild fire slamming through him.
Graham responded with a deep groan, almost a growl, then that sweet ass rolled, taking him in all the way to the root.
Suddenly he was surrounded by pure, fierce heat.
He moaned because he simply couldn’t stop himself from taking it all the way to the hilt, burying himself balls deep there.
Graham was so wet and ready for him, but tight and hot as fire, and everything inside him told him to just take what he wanted.
Graham seemed to feel the same way because he rose up and then slammed back down.
And they were moving fast, his knot swelling, every time they came back together with a slap.
Graham was moaning continuously now, his skin hot and flushed, his whole body working, and he didn’t seem to be having any kind of distress. So Mav just let him have it.
His new omega bounced up and down, panting, and Mav lifted up so he could get even more of the friction. He reached down to grab Graham’s cock, stroking it, and Graham cried out the sound desperate wet drops of precum falling over his hand.
Mav grunted because his knot was swelling even more, and he had a feeling he wasn’t going to make it much longer. “Soon, baby. Soon, I gotta come.”
“Knot me, Mav. Knot me as hard as you can.”
So he gritted his teeth and slammed up into Graham’s body.
His knot engaged like it never had in his life, filling Graham until there was no space between them, until there was barely any moving.
His balls pulled up, his ass clenched tight, and he could feel a rush of wetness come from Graham all the way down practically to his thighs.
He didn’t have the greatest feeling about the condom, but he was too far gone to care at this point.
He shot, his entire body focused on nothing more than their pleasure, their connection, the immense rush of need that dragged on him.
When Graham came for him, it was like arriving home, that sweet body clenching around him, Graham making noises that made him moan. He could never remember feeling so engaged with a lover.
Literally.
Graham held on to him, rocking him, keeping them close. He got a quick grin and a bit of a rolled eye. “God, that was amazing—seriously amazing.”
It was. As soon as his knot went down, he fully intended to go for round two.