18. Graham
18
GRAHAM
I t’s no secret any longer why lust is considered one of the deadly sins. Every cell in my body is going haywire. My vision is all a blur. My mind is a cacophony of small explosions, and my dick is making its best effort to launch itself off my body to get to him.
I peel off his shirt, and he stumbles backward as I continue to advance. He flings his hip pack to the floor. I stop to grab it—There are things I need in there.
Meanwhile, he’s kicking off his shoes, and the next thing I know I’m on my knees, working his compression pants down, meeting resistance at his thick ass and his rigid cock. It feels impossible to get him out of these clothes without hurting him, but his hands are in my hair, kneading my scalp and pulling at the strands with impatience as he pants and forces his exposed crown past my lips.
I take him in, tasting his spicy precum and scenting his crotch. The musk of him is strong and drugging. My salivary glands kick into overdrive, and I suck him sloppily as he moves my head back and forth over his length. I gag, and he groans, which only makes me want to gag on him again .
My body has never needed anything this much. I want to be all over him. Consuming him. It feels like coming home after years abroad. That he’s allowing me this—I could kiss his feet.
With a pained groan, he pulls my mouth off his cock. Drool drips down my chin as I stare up at him. He looks wrecked and gorgeous. “Pants,” he says in a strangled whisper.
I help him out of them, and as I stand again, I manage to rid myself of what’s left of my own clothes. He grabs me by the hips and pulls me against him. Our mouths collide. We’re both sweating, and our bodies glide smoothly against each other as I keep working him closer and closer to the bedroom.
We don’t make it—not anywhere close. He takes his pack from me, unzips it, pulls out a small bottle of lube, hands me a condom and says, “Now. Here. Fuck me.”
As I obey, and my shaking fingers fumble with the condom, he turns toward the island countertop and stuffs two lubed fingers into his own ass. My jaw goes slack as I watch him work himself open. The sight of his hole triggers memories I haven’t managed to suppress, but the image of him penetrating himself brands itself into the filthiest corner of my brain.
He groans and puts on a show—like he knows exactly how hot he looks. How much I would want to see this.
“God…” he grunts. “Fuck…” He slides his fingers out—wet, glistening, reaching for me.
I step in. With a glance over his shoulder, he grabs my dick and tugs me forward. I practically fall into his ass, and he presses back, swallowing me whole with an unrestrained groan. That same hand takes hold of my ass and keeps me flush against him.
“Fuck me,” he says again. “Fuck me.”
I’m shuddering—overloaded. His channel tightens around me as my chest meets his back. Our thighs are touching, and I don’t want to sacrifice an inch. But I don’t have to. He fucks me .
Clever tilts of his hips create the tightest friction imaginable. I run my hands up his back and stare down at my dick disappearing and half reappearing. His glutes clench powerfully, making a moaning, sweating disaster of me. Trusting that I’m not going anywhere, he finally lets go of me and braces his elbows on the island, his head bent as his ass abuses my cock with what has to be every trick in the book.
I let my hands rest on his waist and hang on for the ride, too lost in how good it is to try and get creative. He obviously knows exactly what he wants, and honestly, there’s no room for improvement.
He’s so fucking sexy like this. I can’t stop staring at the arch and bend in his lower back as he works his ass around my cock. He’s glowing—every muscle glinting in the ever brightening light. “Hold me,” he demands.
Wrapping my arms around his body, I bend over him, pressing my mouth to his neck and kissing him there.
“Yes,” he moans. “Yes. Fuck, yes. You feel so good.”
Something clicks, and I finally begin to understand how to have sex with him. Granted, it doesn’t take much, he’s clearly running the show, but I manage to find his rhythm. My hips roll with his. My hands explore his chest, his pecs and nipples. And then, I slide a hand over his abs and grasp his dick.
He makes a choked, tortured sound and throws his head back. “ Fuck yes .” Sweaty strands stick to his forehead, and I bite at his jaw.
Our pace quickens. The clap of flesh on flesh echoes through the otherwise empty apartment, mingled with our heavy breaths and his occasional grunts of exertion.
“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come,” he breathes, dropping his head again and slamming his hips back into mine. “So fucking good. So fucking good.”
I don’t know if it’s the praise, the relentless pressure on my cock, or the fact that he twists toward me again with wet, parted lips. My mouth meets his automatically, and the sudden slide of his tongue into my mouth pushes me over the edge. Pressure explodes in my groin, and I’m coming. It’s blinding—end of the world—a total loss of control as my muscles go utterly rigid and my cock spasms in his tight, clenching ass, unloading what feels like thirty years’ worth of cum.
There’s a sound, too—one I’m relatively sure is coming from me—that sounds far more animal than man.
He squirms, hole tightening even more. “Fuck. Fuck. Oh shit…”
On my hand’s next stroke up Silas’s cock, he soaks me. My roar turns to a whimper at the feel of his spend slicking down his shaft. His dick throbs, and his groans come out as choked sobs.
When there’s nothing left inside either of us, I wrap myself around him, pressing my forehead to the nape of his neck while I try to collect my breath. His head rests on his folded arms, and after several, long moments, his ass unclenches. I back out of him, and he winces.
A sudden, sharp melancholy appears out of nowhere, arising from the aftermath of bliss. Now what?
He straightens up, running his hands through his sweat-soaked hair as he turns to face me. I busy myself trying to deal with the condom. I’m not exactly experienced in how to manage them.
He notices, steps forward, and slides it off my softening dick. Before tying it off, he holds it up and examines it. “Damn,” he mutters before tying the open end into a knot and asking where the trash is.
“There’s a bathroom in the bedroom,” I say, but it sounds like my voice is coming from another apartment. My ears are still ringing from the orgasm.
He approaches the bedroom door. Before he opens it, he looks back at me as I stand there stupidly, naked. “You coming?”
Oh.
I pick up my clothes and his, not exactly loving how he can see every flaw on my body in the bright light. At least with a handful of clothes, I manage a shred of dignity.
The bedroom is just as bright—if not brighter. The white bed is practically blinding, and even though one of the walls is exposed brick, the others are as stark white as the linens. While Silas is in the bathroom, I slide on my boxer briefs and scratch at my exposed skin. With no clue what to do with myself, I sit on the edge of the bed.
He emerges, still gloriously nude, and walks over to stand in front of me, putting me nearly at eye level with his perfect dick. It’s soft, but that doesn’t disguise how long and thick it is. His thighs also draw my gaze, the ideal amount of curved and toned. Hairless and tan. The only hair on his body, in fact, seems to be the trail that travels from his navel to his cock.
“You don’t look happy,” he says.
“I don’t know what I am,” I admit.
He slides his knees onto the bed on either side of me, moving to sit on my lap. He messes with my hair, running his fingers through it this way and that. Finally satisfied, he scrapes the fingernails of both hands lightly down my cheeks, causing chills to erupt on my skin.
“You made me kiss you,” he says.
“Did I?”
“Coerced. Completely.”
“It’s just…what I wanted.”
“I told you it’d cost you.”
“Is there a layaway plan?” I ask.
He takes my hands off the bed and places them on his own ass, scooting his body in closer to me, his cock grazing mine before settling directly on top of it. Our chests meet. I manage to meet his eyes, too.
He kisses me.
My mouth opens helplessly, and his tongue does a deep, thorough dive before he tugs my lower lip with his and pulls away. I barely recognize this man.
“You look shell-shocked,” he says.
“I think it’s…” The conversation with Avery is weighing heavily. Guilt. That’s what this is. I haven’t made a formal deal with her about doing the “real marriage” thing, but I was going to. I mean—I am going to. It’s not like this is real. It’s not like I can be with anyone but her. She’s my wife, and I’ve officially committed adultery, and no one can ever ever know about this. “No one can know,” I say out loud.
“I understand,” he says. “No one has to. And hey—it never has to happen again, either.”
With his ass in my hands and our dicks firming up just from being next to each other, never again is a rough scenario to wrap my mind around. “You don’t want to?”
He reaches between us, taking my cock out of my shorts and holding his against it in his long-fingered grip.
I inhale sharply and lock eyes with him.
“You shoot a big load, Senator,” he says, avoiding my question entirely.
I swallow hard, trying to stay focused on his face while all the blood rushes from my head. “Kinda wish you’d stop calling me that,” I whisper.
“You like puppy better?”
“Graham…works.” I gulp, the feel of our compressed cocks being expertly handled is too much.
“It’s stuffy. Formal. You don’t look a Graham.”
“What do I look like?” I can’t believe I’m still forming words. My thighs tense beneath him, trying to mitigate the rush of sensations flooding my groin.
“Fuck, I don’t know.”
With his other hand, he pushes me back on the bed. He lifts his hips just enough to push my underwear down beneath my balls. He holds out his palm next to my face. “Give me some of that drool, puppy.”
“Jesus…” I sigh, closing my eyes and slowly coming to terms with how utterly screwed I am.
Turning, I spit a liberal amount of saliva into his waiting hand. He uses it to coat my cock before notching me at his entrance and sinking onto me. That clench… Christ …
Bending over me, he forces my head to the side, exposing my neck. A soft bite is followed by a long kiss as he works his ass up and down my length. The heat is intense. It feels unbelievable—better than before—like this angle?—
“Wait,” I say suddenly, abs clenching as I try to sit.
He pins my shoulders down. “You’re not gonna catch anything from me, Senator. And I’m not too worried about you, either.”
“But I had sex with?—”
“Pretty sure little miss perfect doesn’t have anything serious.”
He’s probably right, but still…Jesus. Do I want this?
“Can I say no?” I ask.
He works his ass on me in a rhythm that’s nearly hypnotic. God, he’s so fucking good at this. Granted, I’m not experienced, but given how I usually see this done in porn—a lot of swift, graceless banging—Silas is all finesse and expertise. “Do you want to say no? I’ll swallow it if you don’t want it in my ass.”
The thought of that makes my eyes roll all the way back in my head. I do want it in his ass. I want to fill him with it—load after load. I want him dripping me and remembering me because I’m not doing much else memorable as far as I can tell.
“Teach me how to fuck you,” I say.
“You’re doing great. Your cock is perfect,” he purrs, riding it sensually while I just lie there with my hands on his smooth thighs.
“Is this how you like it? ”
He sits back, grabs me by the wrists and lifts them before pinning them to the bed. His movements become harsher and rougher. He plants a long kiss on my mouth before pulling away to breathe. “I like you inside me. After that, it’s all good. But if you ever want to throw me down and dick me really hard, I won’t complain.”
Those words—one single image, and my thighs shake so hard I feel like I’m breaking apart. “I’m gonna come.”
He starts to move, his hips rising, and he almost comes off me before I grab his hips, pull him back down on my cock, and shout, “No!”
“Mmm…” he groans, holding me deep while I explode in his ass. Pulse after pulse of cum erupts from my convulsing dick. His hole feels impossibly hot and wet, and I swear I come again as he slides back and forth through my mess. The noises it makes are filthy .
“ Unh…mmmph …” Moisture hits my lips as I writhe and buck beneath him. Licking at them, I taste salt and musk. His tongue on my chest tells the rest of the story as he licks up the cum he just sprayed all over me.
My eyes flutter shut, and I swear to God, I pass out. It’s just—too much.