Chapter 5 #2
Hell, he probably is. Graham’s body is closer to being fulfilled by a Dominant than ever, and he’s being denied. He’s a drowning man being handed a glass of water for a drink.
“Fuck this. I’m sorry. I am. You can beat the shit out of me after, but this ends now.” He puts a hand on Graham’s neck in a gentle but firm grip, and Graham’s head arches back, his cock spurts come, and his hips thrust forward, wanting more.
“Yes! So good. Thank you!” Graham shouts, the words choked out of him.
Colton wraps a hand around the submissive’s cock, jerking him quick and rough.
Graham writhes closer, groans, his brows pulled down into a frown, his eyes closed tight as pleasure rolls through him. Colton lets go of Graham’s neck and scoops up some of the come pooling onto the towel, then orders Graham to rise up.
“I’m going to finger you now. We need that, don’t we?”
Graham obeys, tries to open his legs more so Colton can reach him. He falls forward, unable to brace himself, and Colton uses one hand to keep Graham in the right position.
It’s too much and not enough. He kisses Graham gently, sweetly, trying to check in.
The heat of Graham, the pull of his almost relentless and monstrous need, is trying to drag Colton in, urging him to do more, to consume Graham and take what he wants.
To let his dominance fly, drag Graham along for the ride like an alligator that’s caught his prey.
If Colton lets go just a little, he could take Graham down into the depths, twisting and rolling until they drown in each other.
He cannot do that.
Colton freezes, closes his eyes, struggles for calm. This isn’t about him. This isn’t anything to do with what he wants or needs.
“Don’t stop,” Graham whispers unhelpfully.
“Wait. Wait. Um, sit down. Fingering you is a bad idea. Sorry. Sorry, that’s me and what I want. I think.”
Graham shakes his head, lips brushing against Colton’s as he moans into his mouth, trying to encourage Colton to take more. “Want you in me. Your fingers, your cock. Please. It hurts.” He wriggles, trying to rub himself against Colton. It’s a hell of a persuasive argument.
“It hurts. I know. Poor thing. I’ll fix it, I promise.”
Graham calms a little at that, at Colton’s assumption of responsibility. It’s hard to think rationally. But Graham will come a hell of a lot harder if he has a finger in his ass. That’s just the biology of a submissive. But he doesn’t need Colton’s cock to come hard.
That’s the line. He’s almost positive. “I’ll touch you, you’ll come on my fingers, and that’s it.”
A whimper. “I need your cock in me.”
“No. No, that’s not right. We don’t do that. Don’t ask again.”
Graham drops his head back down to Colton’s neck, chastised.
“Shh, it’s not you. I want you, fuck do I want you.
But this has to be enough, baby. Trust me.
Trust me,” he murmurs, shoving his tongue possessively into Graham’s mouth.
He slides his hand into Graham’s pants, the heel of his hand firmly pressed against Graham’s tight balls.
Colton’s fingers slide against the smooth skin of his perineum.
But Graham is hot and sweaty and Colton can tell by the way he tenses that Graham isn’t happy about that.
“You’re beautiful. It’s okay.”
“No, wish I was, oh!” Graham’s words cut off as Colton finds the burning heat of his hole.
What wouldn’t Colton give to put his cock there? He wants to sink into the inferno and clutching grip of Graham’s ass. Colton groans and kisses Graham, urging him to stay still as he rubs over his tight opening. Graham’s cock spills in heavy spurts, not an orgasm but close. Enough to help.
“Good boy. So good. Look at you. I’m so proud.”
“Thank you, fuck, oh fuck, Colton!” he gasps. “Deeper!” Graham rises up, eyes liquid and wide as he gazes at Colton, begging for penetration.
“One or two?” he asks.
“Two,” Graham says and Colton rubs two fingers gently over Graham’s hole. Graham grinds down and Colton sinks in to the first knuckle. Which was not the plan and likely hurts something awful. He needs lube.
Before he can withdraw his fingers, Graham slams down on him as hard as he can. He cries out at the pain and comes, thick jets of it spilling all over Colton’s shirt, even up to his chin. It goes on forever and Graham continues to grind against Colton’s rough fingers.
His passage is contracting hard, wanting Colton’s fingers out, muscles so tight and resistant that Colton wonders if the pressure would be unpleasant on his cock.
He’d be willing to take the risk.
Graham came from that. No lube. Fingers forced into him hard. What else does Graham like? Denial, cock and ball torture, and rough anal play. Those things are obvious now. But Graham is deeply submissive, as far out at the edge of the spectrum as he is.
Fear.
The way he reacted to a tiny prick of a needle. Is that part of his designation, too?
Graham continues to grind and force Colton’s fingers deeper, spilling endlessly, soaking them both with come. Finally, it’s over and Graham trembles on his lap.
The relief is temporary. He already knows Graham isn’t done.