CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
They stumbled into the condo a few minutes later, and the moment the door was shut, Graham threw himself at Thad. He cupped his face and leaned in, the bill of Thad’s hat bumping against Graham’s forehead.
Thad laughed against his mouth and spun the hat around, so the bill faced backwards. Something about that look really did it for Graham, so with a soft laugh at how ridiculous he was, he pressed closer, kissing him deeply.
Thad’s mouth tasted faintly of beer and combined with the heat of his hands as he slid them up under Graham’s suit jacket made Graham moan. Graham reached back, shrugging off his suit coat and tossing it on the counter nearby.
He did the same with Thad’s leather jacket, but it slithered to the floor to land in a heap.
Whatever. They’d worry about that later.
But Murphy barked, prancing around their feet, trying to get their attention. Graham sighed, leaning his forehead against Thad’s. He’d forgotten about the damn dog.
He loved Murphy, really he did, but at the moment he wished he’d left him with his parents back in Pennsylvania.
“You want me to take Murph out to pee?” Thad asked, giving Graham’s waist an affectionate squeeze.
Graham’s heart clenched at the sweet offer, but he shook his head and bent down to scoop up the dog.
“Sorry, buddy,” he said, without an ounce of real remorse as he crossed the apartment and put the dog in his bedroom, shutting the door behind him. “We’ll be back for you later.”
Mrs. Glass had come to walk Murphy earlier this evening, so he’d be fine for a little while longer.
“Now, where were we?” Graham asked as he turned to face Thad.
“I think you were climbing me like a tree.”
“I was working on it,” Graham agreed because fuck it. If Thad couldn’t figure out how much he wanted him, he hadn’t been paying attention.
Thad crossed the room and pulled Graham close, picking up right where they’d left off like there had been no interruption at all. Graham’s skin burned with a need to be even closer, and he slid his hands down to get a grip on Thad’s ass.
Thad let out a groan and Graham could feel the hardening line of his cock pressed to his hip. Graham got a fistful of Thad’s white T-shirt and dragged him toward the couch.
Laughing, they staggered over to the couch together.
Graham fell back onto it, kicking off his shoes and letting them fall to the floor with a thump. Thad was all over him, pressing him back against the cushions, sliding his tongue into Graham’s mouth, slotting his leg between Graham’s.
It was overwhelming and not enough and Graham shifted, allowing Thad to settle fully over him. The heavy weight of his body felt good and so did the nip of his teeth on Graham’s lower lip, a sharp little sting immediately soothed by a swipe of his tongue.
Graham rocked his hips and felt the solid thickness of Thad’s cock against his thigh once again. He clutched at Thad’s hip, pulling him down so they could press more tightly together.
For a little while they made out like two horny teenagers, all wet, desperate kisses and inelegant thrusts of their hips.
“Fuck.” After a bit, Thad shuddered and pressed his forehead to Graham’s. “Wait. Slow down. I don’t want to come in my pants like this. I want to suck your cock.”
Graham’s mouth fell open but he couldn’t seem to manage a single word.
Thad stood, looming over him, and Graham took one look at him and fumbled with the buckle of his belt and the fastening on his trousers, wanting Thad’s mouth on him as quickly as possible.
Thad batted his hand away, bending over and staring him in the eye as he dragged the zipper down. Graham bit back a whimper.
Why is everything we do together so fucking hot?
“I dunno, baby.” Thad yanked the trousers down and tossed them on the end of the couch. “Maybe it’s just us.”
And Graham nodded, not caring he’d said that aloud, shoving his underwear down too. Those got flung away as well.
Thad was still fully dressed in the backwards cap and wrinkled T-shirt and jeans, and he looked so hot it should be illegal.
“If you don’t get your mouth on me right now …” Graham rasped.
“Demanding,” Thad said with a wink. “I like it, baby.”
Thad slid down, settling on his knees on the rug. He bumped the coffee table and cursed, shoving it out of the way.
Graham laughed but he was glad Thad felt it too, the heady desperation for more. More touching. More tasting. Just … more.
Thad buried his head against Graham’s groin and took a deep breath. That was hot too, Thad being into the scent of him.
But he was moving at a glacial pace now and Graham had no patience for slow.
He wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and the other around the back of Thad’s neck. Encouraging. “Suck me off. Please.”
The cocky little smirk of Thad’s nearly made Graham go up in flames, but he had nothing to fear because a moment later, Thad batted his hand away and licked a stripe up his cock.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he murmured.
“Shouldn’t we …” Graham’s words dissolved into a moan as Thad sank down over him, the head of his cock bumping the back of Thad’s throat. “Oh fuck.”
Graham closed his eyes and moaned. He clutched at Thad’s shoulders, needing an anchor, and thankfully all it did was make Thad suck harder.
And then he cupped Graham’s balls.
Graham moaned at the roughness of his skin and the heat of his hand, the way he tugged gently as he bobbed his head over Graham’s dick fast.
There was nothing tentative about the way he worked Graham’s cock with his mouth though, just suction and heat and wetness and the snug grip at the base that was all that held Graham together.
Graham could feel the prickle of sweat against the back of Thad’s neck. He wasn’t controlling anything, but the touch of their skin centered him.
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to fucking ruin you for anyone else,” Thad growled as he pulled away.
Graham shuddered because he was pretty sure it was already too late.
He was ruined.
Ruined for anything but Thad’s mouth and his hands and …
Thad slid down his cock again, taking him farther into his throat, massaging his balls, then reaching back to press along his taint with gentle fingers.
Graham gasped and tightened his fingers on Thad’s neck.
But the first soft brush of Thad’s finger across his hole a moment later made him clench in surprise.
Thad lifted off, one hand still gripping Graham’s shaft, the air too cool on the head of his dick after the warmth of Thad’s mouth.
“Too much?” Thad asked. He stroked his thumb across the hole at the tip of Graham’s cock. “If you don’t want me to—”
“I want it,” Graham blurted out. “I was surprised, okay? Try it again. I’ve just … I’ve never …”
Thad let go of his cock and Graham almost let out a needy little whine. He managed to bite it back as Thad pulled a packet of lube out of his pocket.
“You came prepared,” Graham said, amused.
“Uhh, old habit, to be honest,” Thad said with a wince. He set a condom on the cushion nearby.
“Not a bad habit,” Graham admitted, reaching out to cup Thad’s cheek. “Especially right now.”
Thad shot him a crooked grin, then ripped open the packet with his teeth.
Graham shuddered. Why was that so fucking hot?
He shuddered again at this slick swipe of Thad’s fingers against his rim. Thad bent down, kissing his thigh. “I’ll go slow, baby. I promise. If you don’t like anything, you tell me, okay?”
“Okay.”
Graham’s heart beat faster as Thad licked him again, then took him in his mouth. For a few moments, Graham closed his eyes and forgot about everything but the wet heat of Thad’s mouth.
And then Thad slid his fingers along the secret spot behind Graham’s balls and rubbed. The first slick glide of his finger across Graham’s hole made a tingle race through Graham’s body, and he let out a startled moan.
Thad’s gaze flicked up, studying his face, and Graham reached out again, running his thumb across Thad’s cheek in reassurance.
“Yeah, keep going,” he said roughly, unsure how to explain how he felt. “It’s good. Just new and …”
Graham’s words dissolved into a moan as Thad circled his finger around his opening. Graham shifted, bringing one knee up and placing his foot flat on the couch to give Thad more room to work.
For a moment, Thad focused on sucking him, winding Graham tighter and tighter with anticipation before he applied gentle pressure to Graham’s hole. His finger slid a little way inside easier than Graham had expected, but the intrusion was still strange enough to make him tighten up.
And then Thad did something with his tongue along the glans of his cock and sucked harder and Graham sighed, the tension flowing out of him and allowing Thad to press in a little deeper.
Thad let out an approving hum, which sent another zing of pleasure through Graham. It quickly became a feedback loop of pleasure as Graham relaxed and Thad was able to slide more easily into him.
Graham reached out, intending to run his fingers through Thad’s hair, but he was still wearing the backwards ball cap.
And yeah, fuck, the sight of that was so weirdly hot.
So bro-y, and especially with the width of Thad’s shoulders, the size and roughness of his palm, it was an abrupt reminder this was a man he was dating.
A man who had his cock in his mouth and a finger up his ass and …
Graham whimpered and let his head fall back, closing his eyes because if he watched Thad suck and finger him, he’d lose all control this very second.
It was difficult enough to hold out when Thad gently moved his finger in and out, causing new nerve endings to light up, making his skin tingle. There was a low throb of heat in his balls and he gasped, shifting to let Thad get even deeper.
Thad twisted his wrist and the change in angle made pleasure streak through Graham’s body and he hazily wondered why he hadn’t tried this before.
But there hadn’t been Thad before. And there was no one else he could imagine doing this with. No one else he would have trusted this way …