CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX #2
The shudder that went through Graham’s body at his words made Thad feel a touch of smug pride, but when Graham lifted his head, reaching down to circle his shaft with one hand, gripping tightly, Thad really felt good.
“I can’t …” Graham let out a trembling exhale. “I can’t handle much more. Not unless you want me to come before you get inside me.”
Thad didn’t, so he eased up, giving Graham’s hole a few more loving licks before he reluctantly sat back.
“Okay,” he said, sliding his hands along Graham’s thighs and coaxing, “On your side.”
Graham shifted on the bed, hesitating before he lay down. “Facing you or away from you?”
“Away,” Thad said, even though he hated the thought of not being able to see Graham’s face the first time he pushed inside. “It’ll be easier for you.”
Something flickered across Graham’s face like he was about to argue, but Thad reached out and stroked his cheek with the pad of his thumb. “Trust me, baby,” he said.
Graham nodded and settled on his side. Thad grabbed the lube and lay beside him, pressing soft kisses to the back of Graham’s neck and shoulders as he squeezed some of the gel out.
Thad nudged Graham’s upper thigh forward to give him space to work and gently stroked two fingers over Graham’s hole, petting him for a moment before he sank them inside.
The earlier prep had relaxed Graham enough to allow an easy glide.
He was so hot and wet around Thad’s fingers, the walls of his body clinging to them.
Thad had fingered Graham plenty of times before, so it didn’t take long before Graham fully relaxed and Thad was able to begin gently thrusting two digits inside.
The noise Graham made when Thad added a third finger made Thad smile. “You like that?”
“Fuck.” Graham closed his eyes, rocking his hips to meet every gentle thrust Thad made, which made his ass rub against Thad’s dick. “Fuck that’s good.”
Thad’s cock ached already, the wet glide of the head dragging against Graham’s ass sending a shudder through him every time it grazed his skin.
“Are you ready for me, baby?” Thad whispered, spreading his fingers and feeling the answering shudder go through Graham.
“Yeah.” Graham craned his neck. “Make love to me, Thad.”
Emotion slammed into Thad so hard it left him breathless.
Did Graham feel it too then? Was that what he’d really been saying earlier when he’d talked about trusting him? About them working together?
Shaking, Thad eased his fingers away and slicked his cock. He carefully lined himself up and pressed forward.
He sank into Graham’s body slowly, his head swimming at the slick glide and the tight grip. The sensation was almost overwhelming.
In the past, Thad would have laughed at anyone who called sex making love.
It had always been fucking, pure and simple.
But with Graham … it truly was something else. Something sweeter, something more meaningful.
Thad let out a quiet, shaky breath, overwhelmed by the idea. What had he done to deserve this?
Thad pressed a kiss to Graham’s shoulder as he bottomed out, his hips pressed snugly to Graham’s ass. He rested his forehead against Graham’s shoulder, breathing in and out slowly, as if that would be enough to keep from popping off immediately.
He’d had a lot of sex in his life but this … Graham’s soft little sounds, the rock of his hips … they were everything.
“Is that okay?” Thad asked, stroking his thumb across the bony crest of Graham’s hip. “How do you feel?”
“Yeah. It’s good. Just … a little …”
Graham didn’t finish but Thad knew what he meant. The strange, wonderful overwhelming feeling. The intensity of it.
So rather than thrust like he wanted, Thad held still as he pressed soft, wet kisses to Graham’s neck. Nibbles and licks and the barest scrape of teeth until Graham was shivering against him, his hips moving restlessly.
Only then did Thad slowly pull out and ease back in with gentle, teasing strokes Graham responded to beautifully. After a moment, Graham moved in tandem with him and let out a shuddering breath.
“Oh fuck,” he whispered.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” Thad said.
“No,” Graham said breathlessly. “It’s good. Keep going.”
“How does it feel?” he whispered, slowly dragging his cock out, hovering inside his entrance for a moment before pulling free.
“You’re so thick.” Graham shivered.
“Yeah?”
“It burns a little.”
Thad froze but Graham reached behind him, gripping his hip and encouraging him to move.
“No. I mean it. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. It’s good.”
“You like that burn?”
“Reminds me of skating.”
And Thad laughed because yeah, he got it.
His head swimming with need, Thad rocked in and out of Graham, cupping his cock and balls, then stroking Graham’s cock until Graham’s moans were constant.
He tightened his grip, stroking him harder. He slid his free hand under Graham’s body and pressed even closer, totally enveloping him in his arms and fitting their bodies together as tightly as they could go.
Heat built between them, their skin turning slick, and Thad could taste a hint of salt as he licked his way up Graham’s neck, flicking his tongue across Graham’s ear, then gently dragged his teeth across the soft, fleshy lobe.
“You feel so good, baby,” Thad whispered, fighting off the desperate urge to come as he coaxed Graham along. “God, I can’t believe how well you take me.”
He had no idea if Graham could come like this and it didn’t matter if he couldn’t, but there was something about the way Graham’s breath stuttered and the way he moaned every time Thad’s cockhead grazed his prostate that made Thad want to try.
He brushed his thumb across Graham’s nipple and plucked at it. Graham shuddered, clenching more tightly around him.
Thad bit back the urge to swear. It took every ounce of concentration he had to continue the deep, steady thrusts inside Graham, the grip he had on his cock, when all he wanted to do was roll him onto his stomach and fuck him, hard and graceless, until he filled him with cum.
Instead, he breathed in Graham’s scent, determined to make this good for him.
“Do you think you can come this way, baby?” he asked, pinching Graham’s nipple.
Graham moaned, reaching back to clutch at his hip. “Yeah. Yeah, I think so. I’m getting close.”
So Thad kept it up, urging Graham on with his words, with his touch.
I love you, he thought again, chest aching with the sweetness of it, but this wasn’t the time.
“What do you need?” he asked instead.
“Harder,” Graham choked out. “Deeper.”
So Thad snapped his hips and drove into him with several sharp, forceful thrusts.
The response was almost instantaneous. Graham let out a wordless cry, his body going stiff, his cock jerking in Thad’s hand.
Thad stroked him through it, drinking in every single sound Graham made, every shudder of his body. He was so fucking tight around Thad’s cock and he could feel his own release, so close he could almost taste it.
“Fuck, fuck,” Graham whispered, his body trembling through the final strokes. “Are you going to come inside me?”
“If you want me to,” Thad choked out.
“Yeah. Fill me up.”
“Graham,” he whispered brokenly.
He closed his eyes, letting everything else fall away. He let go of his worries about how they’d navigate this relationship, let go of his fears of not being enough for Graham, let his world narrow to the scent of Graham’s body, to the feel of him so slick and tight around him.
And then he was coming, suddenly and with little warning, the orgasm torn from him and released on a shocked gasp.
He clutched Graham tightly to him, hips stuttering, breathing ragged, emptying into Graham until it was almost too much.
He let out a wet gasp, burying his face against Graham’s shoulder as he finally stilled.
“I’ve never felt anything like this,” Thad whispered thickly, and he meant more than the heady release and the way it had wiped his mind clean of everything except the man he loved.
His entire world turned upside down.