Chapter 52
Brent wasted not a moment. With all the force he could muster, he rammed his cock ruthlessly into his partner.
Pinned down and subjected, Graham moaned with sheer joy. Finally, the craving he’d been desperate for. In and out and in and out—Brent’s full, ten-inch fuck rod plowing him masterfully.
“Oh, my god, Brent,” Graham squealed, reduced to utter helplessness. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me like you own my hole now and for forever.”
Evidently, Brent was happy to oblige. No sooner had the words left Graham’s mouth than he began to ream him senseless.
Loud, unrestrained growls escaped him as he started pile-driving, pummeling his dick deep into Graham and rearranging his guts in the process.
“Fuck, baby,” Graham sighed as his man’s sweat dripped down onto his chest. He raised his gaze at Brent overhead. His body was glistening with perspiration.
Damn, did Brent put in the work or what.
A heavy musk began to drape across the room, filling the air with their heightened pheromones. It was a perfume only two men could create with each other.
Graham wished he could bottle it and save it forever.
Meanwhile, Brent inhaled a deep whiff of their masculine aroma, hips still bucking with a rhythm they seemed to know by instinct.
Suddenly, without warning, something seemed to shift in the cocoa maker. A low growl escaped him as he appeared to descend into an even deeper caveman state.
As if the spell of their scent had transported him to another plane of existence.
“Holy hell,” Graham exclaimed as Brent’s full, unrelenting length pounded into him deep. “You are going to break me in two.”
The comment served only to encourage Brent. Pinning his partner down, he bucked his hips with unbridled force. Beneath him, Graham writhed as he accepted the raid on his hole with glee.
“Fuck, Graham,” Brent panted, barely able to speak. “I think I…I think…I…”
A greedy glimmer dawned in Graham’s eyes. “Oh, yeah?” His words came punctuated by each impact pummeling his ass. His whole body thrashed at the barbarian fucking Brent was subjecting him to.
“Yes, babe,” Brent’s ragged voice answered.
Graham grabbed his own dick and began stroking vigorously. The simultaneous pleasure from his cock and his ass quickly became nearly too much to bear.
He detected a telltale throbbing brewing then within his hole. No doubt what this meant. Brent really was getting ready to bust. He picked up the pace of his jerking. If they were going to cum, they were going to cum together.
His heavy balls ached for release as they bounced to the beat of Brent’s unrestrained fucking.
“I’m getting close, Graham.” Brent’s words came out strained as he continued directing his energy into his cock. “Do you want me to pull out?”
“No!”
The passion with which Graham shouted the demand seemed to surprise them both.
A beat of silence passed as Brent appeared to process what he’d heard. “You mean…you want me to cum in you?”
“Yes, you idiot,” Graham answered in desperation. “It’s all I want tonight.”
Revelation dawned on Brent’s face, and suddenly, he seemed even more excited than before. “You mean, you want my seed, Graham? You want my hot, sticky man milk inside you?”
“Yes!” Graham practically shouted again as Brent’s raw cock demolished him from inside out.
“OK, then,” Brent replied as he redoubled his efforts. “If it’s my seed that you want”—the cocoa maker crashed himself on repeat into Graham, each impact hitting with a firm, loud clap—“then it’s my seed you’ll get.”
Culmination built in the pit of Graham’s groin. A familiar stirring began to swell. A stirring that Graham knew meant just one thing.
“Oh, fuck, Brent. I think I’m…yes, I’m…oh, god, I’m going to…”
“Me too, baby,” Brent replied as he kept on fucking like the goddamn stallion that he was. “Hold on, baby. We’re about to do this together.”
Somehow, Brent’s force became even more powerful then. Graham let loose a cry of ecstasy as his body entered nirvana. Holy fuck, he wasn’t going to walk for a week after this.
It would be well worth it, though. This was a punishment he was all too glad to accept.
Both wholly under the control of their cocks, the pair of men approached what they knew would finally take them over the edge.
What happened next was the most euphoric moment of Graham’s life.
Simultaneously, a deluge released inside and outside of him as, at the very same moment, he and Brent shot the loads of their lifetimes onto—and into—each other.
“Oh, my god,” Graham exclaimed as Brent’s semen flooded his body. His warm, thick cum oozing into his system as his own ejaculate splattered across his abs.
“Fuck, baby,” Brent praised. “Look at that load all over you.” He leaned in to dip his fingers into Graham’s fresh pool of semen, licking it up with mesmerized obsession. “Wow, is that delicious.”
All the while, he kept pounding Graham, his spent dick still as hard as a rock. “I’m fucking my seed into you, Graham. Do you feel it?”
“Hell yeah, I do,” Graham replied with genuine enthusiasm.
Even though he’d already climaxed, the sensation of this man inside him could never feel anything but phenomenal.
Especially now with the added sensation of his milky cum being spread through his insides, fucked into him where he’d hold onto it like the best present he’d ever received.
Even if the time for which he could still hold onto Brent was fleeting faster than he cared to admit.
Reluctant, he exhaled a sigh. “OK, I think that’s all I’ve got.”
Brent nodded his understanding and began removing his shaft from Graham’s cummy, wrecked hole. His specimen glistened with the sheen of the triumphant load he’d injected. “Fuck, was that the ride of a lifetime.”
Graham let loose a chuckle. He certainly couldn’t disagree. Brent fucked better than he ever could’ve imagined.
And now he had to go on living knowing that this was possible, but choosing to leave it behind.
Fuck, there went the afterglow.
A violent wave crashed in his chest. Maybe he just needed to get out more in LA. Meet some other guys who could fuck like this. Surely they were out there.
Of course they are, berated the voice in his head. They—he—are out here. Out here in front of you. Out here where it all began. Why can’t you get that through your thick, dumb skull?
Once again, he opted to ignore the voice that was talking just a little too much sense for his liking.
LA was his life. LA was his career. How could he possibly give up everything he’d worked for—everything his younger self would have just about killed for—all to come back to the very place he once had been desperate to escape?
Graham, his brain worked to reel himself in, keep it together. You know the rule—no catching feelings. You just earned the promotion of your dreams, remember? You wouldn’t dare throw it away on account of some holiday fling.
Would he?
“I should get going.” He moved to step off the bed.
Before he had a chance to get far, though, he found himself stopped short by Brent. “You’re leaving?”
Graham suddenly looked like a deer in headlights. God, Brent wasn’t going to make this easy, was he?
“I…I’ve kept Coco waiting up too long as it is.”
The comment earned him an eye roll. “Please, Graham. You and I both know Coco conked out hours ago.”
Graham gritted his teeth, cursing himself. Sure, it had been a flimsy excuse, but couldn’t Brent have at least pretended to buy it?
Apparently, the cocoa maker really did want to do this the hard way.
Graham stifled an urge to groan. Served him right, he supposed, for playing with fire.
Even if they had stoked enough wood to rival any Yule log.
“Brent”—Graham took his hands tenderly—“you know I have to leave in the morning.”
The reminder cast a shadow over his companion. “I know.” His voice was surprisingly fragile for someone who’d just dominated Graham like such a fearless alpha top. “But I was thinking that, maybe if you wanted, you might stay the night. You know, just a few more hours together for old times’ sake?”
As he spoke, the vulnerability in his eyes was the most naked Graham had seen him yet.
A tug of war waged in his heart. God, did that sound wonderful. Laying alongside this beautiful, wonderful man, sleeping safe in his arms, if only for one night.
This is a bad idea, Graham, his logical side kicked in. You’re only delaying the inevitable. And the longer you push it off, the harder you’ll make saying goodbye in the end.
A lump the size of a Christmas ham took hold inside his throat.
“Brent, I…”
Emotion lay bare on Brent’s face as he hung onto Graham’s every word.
“I…”
Never had Graham seen someone look so utterly exposed.
“I…”
It was as if Brent could actually crumble then before his very eyes.
By the time Graham finally gained control of his tongue, the words were already out. “I’d love to spend the night with you, Brent.”
Damn, this Christmas magic could really get a guy in trouble.