Chapter 49
Time slowed to a crawl as Brent neared the edge of climax. Graham felt himself spiral into panic. Brent couldn’t cum now—not before they’d even gotten started at what he’d truly been waiting for.
He felt his cheeks turn red. Fuck, this was on him, wasn’t it? That was one hell of a blowjob he’d just provided this stud.
If he did say so himself.
But sheesh, how could he not give it his all? Brent’s dick was a goddamn anaconda. How was he supposed to control himself around a mammoth beast like that?
Clearly, though, he’d done almost too good of a job worshipping this man’s meat.
Frantic, Graham held his breath as he watched Brent fight for his life against the verge of impending orgasm. His lean, muscled physique, every inch of it tensing and flexing and writhing in desperation to hold off against that final culmination of bliss.
The view alone nearly pushed Graham over the edge himself.
He shook his head to reset. This couldn’t be over already. They still had so much yet to explore. Brent’s cock had to go inside him. And it had to go in him tonight.
Because if Brent didn’t fuck him now, Graham knew he’d miss his chance for good. Once he boarded his flight back to LA, this would all become nothing but a memory.
And if that memory didn’t include experiencing Brent’s raw, hard pipe penetrating deep into his tight, pink hole, Graham knew it would ruin him forever.
He much preferred the idea of getting ruined tonight.
Don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum, he willed inside his head. Desperate, he waited for fate to deal its hand. Why had he blown Brent so utterly thoroughly?
Finally, just when Graham thought it was too late, just when he’d accepted this was over once and for all, Brent exhaled a long, slow sigh. His whole body appeared to relax.
Relief washed over Graham’s system like the Great Flood. Thank. The. Lord.
He also, while he was at it, thanked Jesus and Mother Mary and Saint Nicholas, too.
Just for good measure.
Because that, he decided, had been way too close for comfort. One more second of sucking Brent and all this would have been cut catastrophically short.
And before they’d even gotten started with the good stuff.
He certainly didn’t have to worry about that anymore, though. The two of them were officially now back in action.
A sly grin curled on Brent’s face. “Man, you really know what you’re doing.” He shook his head in spite of himself. “I think it’s time, though, that you get some attention.” With one fluid motion, he spun Graham around by his hips like he weighed absolutely nothing at all.
Graham registered his heart beat faster. “Brent, what are you—”
The question went unfinished.
Which wasn’t to say, however, that it had gone unanswered.
Because the next thing Graham knew, he’d received a response that left no room for doubt.
Brent’s face buried straight into his hindquarters.
“Holy…”
The world faded away as Graham’s eyes rolled back in his skull. Brent stud-fucker Danvers was eating out his hole.
And doing it like a goddamn champion.
Waves of pleasure rolled across his system. Holy hell, did Brent know how to eat ass.
Graham allowed himself to slip further into bliss, slowly losing his identity with each passing moment. Tonight, he was his hole. Tonight, his hole was him.
Tonight, his hole was all that mattered in the whole fucking goddamn world.
Man, did he need to get stuffed by Brent ASAP.
All in good time, he reminded himself. Breathing deep, he allowed himself to savor the moment. It was the least he could do, the way Brent was currently savoring his two muscular cheeks.
Adrenaline hit him as Brent turned up his intensity. The closing of his teeth around Graham’s entrance didn’t exactly hurt, but the pressure definitely tested his tolerance for pain.
He winced in ecstasy as a chill ran down his spine. The current didn’t stop until it shot straight to his toes. On the surface, Brent Danvers was as sweet as they came, but make no mistake, once this innocent, small-town heartthrob had been set free, he had an appetite as spicy as they came.
“Jesus, Brent,” Graham managed between gasps, “that’s…that’s…”
“You like that?” Brent chuckled as he came back up for air. He dealt a single, swift slap to Graham’s ass cheek.
The sting sent tingles across Graham’s system. “Uh-huh,” he all but moaned.
The grin on Brent’s face widened. “Good. ’Cause I could eat this ass for days.” Looming over Graham’s hindquarters, Brent spread his meaty cheeks. “Hell, that’s a beautiful hole.” Greedy, he savored the sight of Graham’s pucker.
The admiration filled Graham with pride. He knew he’d done all those squats for something.
Because even if Brent was a cocoa man at heart, clearly he also had an appreciation for cake.
Hungry, Brent dove back into Graham’s haunches, devouring his hole like a full-course dinner.
Stimulation rocked Graham’s body at his companion’s skillful mouth. Brent Danvers didn’t just enjoy eating ass. He was a bona fide professional.
Firmly, Brent’s tongue pressed against Graham’s pretty pucker. He hadn’t breached his precious boy yet, but the way he teased his hole, Graham knew oral penetration would be quickly on its way.
His instinct, as he soon found out, was right. The next thing Graham knew, Brent’s driven, insistent tongue was pushing past his threshold.
“Oh, fuck yes.” Graham spread his cheeks wide to allow Brent full access to himself.
His stud took advantage of it willingly.
Adamant, Brent pressed his tongue further past Graham’s rim, slowly working him open for bigger things to come.
Much bigger things.
Which would absolutely be cumming before this night was through.
A smack of suction sounded as Brent pulled his face off Graham’s ass. “Damn, that hole is delicious.”
It was all Graham could do to smile. Where could Brent have learned how to do this out here in Hallmark-land?
Apparently, this stud just came to it naturally.
Lucky for me, Graham thought to himself.
Melting, he sank lower into the bed, his ass presented proudly to the man who owned it for the night.
To the man who owned him for the night.
Because even if this was just for the night, it was sure to be a night that neither would ever forget.
“I think you’re ready now.” Brent’s voice was barely above a whisper.
Graham registered a firecracker burst inside his chest. Finally, the words he’d been waiting for.