Chapter Four #4
It made Michael laugh.
How could it not?
“Oh, no, sexy man, don’t manhandle me in bed. What ever shall I do?”
Well, Graham knew.
“Maybe enjoy what I’m about to do, D’Artangnan,” he suggested.
And there was his real name.
Yeah, someone wanted that tender moment between them, and he couldn’t blame him.
“Have at me.”
Well, that was all he had to hear.
Graham immediately got to work. He began worshipping dick. He feasted on his rock-hard erection, slurping and getting him damn wet.
The wetter, the better.
His big dick was going to be finding its way into his ass, and he wanted that lubrication ready to go.
Bet.
On.
It.
Slipping his fingers into his hair, Michael controlled the depth of the blowjob, making sure his bottom took him to the base, and nothing less.
He gagged him with his cock, but he knew Graham loved it. He could tell because his body was reacting to that one action. Well, that and the man loved giving head.
And Michael loved receiving it.
The sound of him gagging turned him on wickedly. The way Graham was slurping and getting him wet…
Oh, he definitely wanted an ass pounding.
Bet.
On.
It.
Someone was teasing him a little too much. It seemed he needed a lesson reminding him who was in charge.
And it wasn’t him.
As he was about to cum, he felt fingers exploring his ass, and someone was having a little too much fun.
As he impaled him, Michael was shoved off the edge, erupting in the man’s mouth.
Holy fuck!
The whole room spun.
Oh, as soon as he could tell what side was up, someone was being punished.
When he opened his eyes, Graham was staring down at him, and that wicked grin said it all.
He was proud of what he’d done.
Well, let the sexy fun begin.
“I don’t believe I told you that you could go finger-spelunking in my ass, Graham.”
He stopped smiling.
ASAP.
“Now, I do believe you know what is about to happen. Someone’s going to be punished. You ask your Top permission before doing anything you want. I see I’ve been too easygoing. That’s about to change.”
His heart skipped in his chest.
“Now, Graham, I think you know what I want, and exactly how I want it.”
Slowly, he nodded and then got off of his body to set him free. As soon as he did, Michael sat up and grabbed the man by the back of the hair.
He gasped and was roughly yanked to Michael’s body, where he kissed him.
Wickedly, his mouth destroyed Graham’s as he punished him for not remembering his manners.
Oh, well, he was teaching him a lesson.
It was one he knew the man loved.
Graham held onto him as his man drove him wild with that kiss. All he wanted was for him to keep going until they both forget everything around them.
Everything.
When the kiss was broken, Graham was breathing heavily again.
“Now, get over my lap, Graham. It seems you’re bold and need a reminder of the rules.”
Oh, holy shit.
He craved that more than anything in the whole world. He loved it when his husband put his big, beefy Marine hands on his cheeks.
“Yes, please,” he said.
The way he said it took everything Michael had not to break out laughing. Someone was so bold, and he loved him that way. There was no doubt in his mind who had all the control in this relationship.
And it wasn’t Michael.
That was for damn sure.
To be honest, he wouldn’t have it any other way. What they had was special, and it made him feel loved. That was the best part of being with him.
Graham always made him feel when the world had taken that away from him.
As the man climbed over his lap, Michael slid his hand over his cheeks, cupping them. The whole time, Graham shook with desire.
Lust.
And.
Need.
“Please,” he begged.
Oh, well, Michael could do that.
He laid his hand on him, repetitively. In fact, he spanked him so much his pale flesh went bright red.
And he came.
Graham had been fighting it, but the eroticism was just too much for him to handle.
He exploded, getting cum all over his husband’s leg.
And Michael grinned wickedly.
Oh, someone was horny as fuck, and that’s exactly how he liked him.
Trust and believe.
It was about to get fun.
Moving out from under him, he climbed on top of his man, pinning him face down on the bed. His dick was tucked in his cheeks, and he wanted nothing more than to fuck him.
Graham whimpered.
“Tell me what you want.”
Oh, well, there was only one thing he wanted.
HIS.
HUSBAND’S.
COCK.
“Fuck me, and fuck me good,” he said, his body still experiencing the aftershocks of that orgasm.
His ass was on fire, and he needed more.
He needed all.
Well, if that’s what he needed, Michael would be more than happy to give him that.
After all, never let it be said he didn’t like going dick diving in his sexy husband’s derriere.
Because he did.
One hundred percent.
Sliding between his cheeks, he found that tight pucker and leaned into his body, letting his full body weight slide him home. The whole time, that warmth and tightness was almost more than Michael could handle.
ALMOST.
The one thing that would always be true was he couldn’t get enough of fucking Graham.
His ass was addictive.
The man moaned as he took the full length and width of his husband’s dick, and he was filled.
“Oh, fuck me,” he whispered, as that pain and pleasure made his dick go rock hard all over again.
Beads of perspiration covered Michael’s brow as he enjoyed that tight grip. Someone’s ass was magical, and he never wanted off of this ride.
But now, he had work to do.
Someone needed a full-on fucking, and as Graham’s Top, it was his job, no, his duty, to give his husband as much pleasure as he could.
That was now his mission.
Graham would get off, and then, he would too.
As he slowly began moving, he kept Graham pinned to the bed as he repeatedly filled his ass.
“Oh, God!” Graham hissed, as he was jerked up, put on his knees, and fucked thoroughly.
Someone was enjoying it a great deal.
Two someones.
“This is the best goddamn view,” Michael muttered, as he watched his rock-hard erection slide in and out of his ass. This was maddening and driving him right to that edge.
Yeah, he should have gotten off one more time. Staring at his husband’s ink, his perfect ass, and this fuckery…
It was almost too much to handle.
“Again,” Michael hissed, needing his man to cum for him. Then, they’d cum together.
It took all he had, but Michael was never one to give up on a mission.
When he pulled him up, placing his back against his chest, he reached around, and wrapped his fist around Graham’s erection. As he began jerking him off, Graham was very vocal.
“Oh! Fuck!” he shouted, forgetting they were NOT alone in the castle.
And Michael didn’t care.
He was pretty sure Elizabeth knew other people had sex. If not, he was going to have to hold her hands when he broke it to her.
“Come on, Graham,” he whispered in his ear. “Cum for me,” he ordered. “NOW!”
And he did.
He erupted, shooting cum all over the place.
Well, they were definitely cleaning this bedding in the morning.
That was for sure.
Pulling out of him, Michael left him breathing heavily to sit against the headboard.
When Graham opened his eyes, he pointed at his dick.
“I think you know what you need to do.”
Oh, and Graham did.
Moving toward him, Michael held out his hand, and Graham took it. Then, he helped him straddle his lap. When he slid down his erection, they both moaned.
Yeah, it felt that damn good.
With his hands on his hips, Graham began sliding up and down his erection, taking his time. Oh, he wanted a hard, fast right, but he also wanted to watch his sexy husband get lost in the pleasure he was feeling.
His dick was impossibly hard, and that told him all he needed to know. Someone was struggling to stay in control. His chest was rising and falling quickly, and his thighs were already quivering against his.
Someone was on the cusp of cumming.
Oh, and he would be if Graham had anything to say about it.
As he rode, Michael had to close his eyes, and think about anything but how the man’s dick was right there and how much he absolutely loved it.
His body was spectacular, and as his strong, corded thighs moved against his body, Michael wasn’t just praying for control.
He was thanking the powers that be that he had his man back in his life.
This was absolute perfection.
“I’m really close,” Michael muttered. “Your ass…it’s my favorite thing on this planet,” he added.
Oh, Graham knew.
“I feel the same about yours. That’s why I like to explore it.”
As soon as he said it, Michael opened his eyes and heard something in the tone. It sounded like wistfulness. Like his husband was missing out on something that was also his to enjoy.
So, Michael stopped him.
As he did, Graham looked confused.
Had he said something?
Those nerves returned. He had, after all, been honest all those years ago, and lost this man because of it.
“Did I do something wrong?” Graham asked.
Michael stared into his eyes.
“You sounded off. What’s going on in your head, Graham?”
He blinked.
“Now? You want to talk now?”
He stared into his green eyes.