Chapter Eighteen #3
His thighs were wet, his ass was full, and he was in bed with the sexiest man in the world.
This was a good day for him.
As he bounced, he tormented Michael, knowing he loved a show.
“I love being your whore,” Graham muttered, reclaiming that word.
Michael moaned.
“Holy fuck, I can’t handle you.”
Oh, but he’d still try.
As Michael watched, Graham shared all the pleasure with him. Periodically, he’d stop him, and torment his nipples, making the man’s body buck.
He had hickies all over him, and Michael had marked him up pretty good.
So he could admire him later.
Oh, and add more to his husband’s perfect body if he was so inclined.
As he was close, Graham whimpered.
“Going to cum,” he said, his dick so hard and his ass so full that he wasn’t shocked. This man was deliciously wicked in bed. Every now and again, he’d slap him on a very sore cheek, reminding him who was in charge in bed.
Michael was enjoying the show.
Using his hand, he made it more difficult for Graham not to take that tumble.
He moaned.
“Come on, baby,” he said. “Cum for daddy,” he ordered, as he jerked his hips up, impaling Graham on his cock.
The man gasped and took that tumble. As he exploded, Michael caught him, and sat up to leave him a hickey on his neck. Well, that and some profanity in his ear.
About how he was going to fuck him all night long.
Graham was giddy.
This was absolute perfection.
“Oh, and you’re staying restrained,” he said, shoving the man off of him, and face down on the bed.
Then, he took his ass again, pressing him into the bed so he couldn’t move.
“MINE,” he hissed in his ear, as he fucked his ass like he was marking his territory.
And Graham loved it.
“MORE!” he begged. “Fuck me!”
As beads of perspiration dripped down Michael’s body, he enjoyed the view.
He thought about how he wanted to take him in that bar bathroom, and how he loved knowing the man would let him. He was his whore, but if anyone ever called him that, he’d kill them.
Graham’s ass was his, and only his.
As his body bucked, he felt that need rising.
“Keep my cum in your ass!” he ordered, as with one last slam home, that dam erupted.
Wave after wave of cum filled his man’s ass, as Michael stopped fighting it.
The whole time, he stayed above him.
Oh, and it took a few seconds for the whole place to stop spinning. He was being fueled by lust and a few too many beers.
“When I pull out, Graham, you better lock down that hole or later, you’ll not cum, but I will.”
The man whimpered.
As Michael dropped onto the bed, he pulled Graham into his body, his arms still bound behind his back.
He’d not been kidding.
He was staying that way.
As he held him, he nuzzled him.
“God, I love you,” he admitted. “Just when I don’t think I can love you more, I do.”
Graham was grateful for that.
“I love you too, Michael.”
Yeah, about that.
It was time for him to give the man the gift he’d had for him. While Ethan had bought his wife a necklace, he knew what Graham would love even more than a trinket. This was the perfect moment he’d been waiting for, too.
“I have something for you.”
Earlier that day, he’d put it under this bed, wanting to surprise him later.
“What?” Graham asked, lifting his head.
Michael brushed some of his hair from his face so he could see his gorgeous green eyes.
Reaching under the bed, he found the folder. Then, he opened it up after he got back into place beside Graham.
“This is for you.”
Since the man couldn’t take it, he held it and opened it so he could read it.
Michael knew exactly when he saw it.
Tears filled his eyes.
“You changed your name back for me?” he whispered. “For me?”
His husband nodded.
“I’m now D’Artangnan Saint Michael Graves, your husband.”
Graham was filled with so much emotion. He had tried to stop calling him D’Artangnan, but it was so difficult. He forgot in moments where he was distracted.
“Why?”
That was easy.
“Because I feel like him again. I feel like the man I was back then. You found him again, Graham. I’m home, and I’m back to being yours. I wanted you to have him back.”
He kissed him.
The tangle of tongues said it all.
It was the perfect gift.
When he broke the kiss, Graham stared into his eyes. They were the eyes of his one and only.
“That’s the best gift you could have ever given me,” he admitted. “Thank you, mo ghràdh.”
Oh, well, anything for his love.
Without a doubt.
“Think of it as our one-month anniversary gift a little early. No need to get me anything.”
Yeah, that didn’t fly.
Not with Graham.
“Actually, I have a gift for you.”
Michael lifted a brow.
“You do?” he asked.
Graham nodded.
“Help me up,” he said, and Michael did just that.
When the man was on his knees, he moved to straddle Michael’s body again.
“Uh, what did you get me, exactly?” he asked. “Because I think I like this gift.”
Graham stared into his eyes.
“I got you a whore for our anniversary. Now, let me show you how dirty I can be.”
And he did.
REPEATEDLY.
For Michael, that was the gift that kept on giving.
Scratch that.
For D’Artangnan, that was the gift that kept on giving.
And it did.
All.
Night.
Long.