Chapter Three #3
That was the only thing Graham wanted to see on his body. He convinced himself that as long as the man still wore his initial, there was still a chance.
It wasn’t dead yet.
Even if he was.
“Please,” D’Artangnan whispered. “I need you. Show me, Graham. Give me all of you so I never forget what true love is.”
Oh, Graham wanted that too.
Ironically, they were both making memories, and in that moment, he wondered if he reached into their crappy nightstand where they kept the lube and cuffs, if he pulled out the rings he’d bought and proposed, would that had made a difference?
Was chasing the perfect proposal after dinner just one more way he’d undermined their chance of making it?
Instead, Graham continued on with the kiss, silencing the man as he stroked him. His fingers were wickedly stroking his cock, driving him up that climb to the top.
Graham stayed in control to make sure they had this moment together.
When he broke the kiss, he stared into D’Artangnan’s eyes.
“No matter what happens, don’t forget that we had this,” he said, his hand wet from precum from the man’s erection.
D’Artangnan moaned as his body crisscrossed with goosebumps.
“How could I forget?” he whispered through the pleasure assaulting his body.
That was a good question, and Graham wondered if he still dreamed of them?
Did D’Artangnan ever think of him?
Instead of letting those thoughts ruin this one, precious moment, Graham kissed him again, his mouth destroying his control.
The Marine beneath him shook.
The kiss made a statement.
It said one thing.
MINE.
What wouldn’t he give to make that true?
What wouldn’t he sacrifice for D’Artangnan to know the absolute truth?
The truth was that even today, he was loved more than life itself.
When Graham broke the kiss, he stared into his lover’s eyes and that heat was there. Someone was going to burn up with lust if he didn’t have him.
Yeah, so much for gentle lovemaking. Graham needed as much of this man as he could get. Who knew if this was a loop, or a one-time thing?
“Will you always need me?” he asked, knowing what he craved more than anything.
Graham needed to hear the words.
Maybe, if he did, there would be peace.
The bottom line was that he wanted more time to be with him and everything this man had. There was no way he wanted to see him walk out the door again.
“Forever, Graham,” he added, the pleasure in his voice thick as the lust was in control.
It was clear that all he wanted was to be at this man’s mercy.
“Take me, D’Artangnan, and don’t be gentle.”
That was all he had to hear.
Grabbing the cuffs from the drawer, he narrowly missed seeing the little black box, and Graham almost wished he had found it.
So he’d know.
He’d planned on marrying him.
SOON.
“I hope you’re ready for me,” D’Artangnan admitted, as he cuffed Graham’s wrists to the thrifted headboard of their bed.
Graham moaned.
Yeah, this was part of them too.
They both loved kink, and this was his happy place. While he loved gentle, this was the memory he craved. D’Artangnan was the only man who ever got this to come out in him.
It had been why he’d been so jealous of Ian and Gryphen. They had what he’d once cherished.
All of the kinky things came rushing to his mind, and in that moment, Graham wanted all of them.
Every.
Single.
One.
“Yes, please,” Graham begged, as his Marine locked him into place.
Now, he was D’Artangnan’s prisoner, and at his mercy. He only hoped it drove him crazy and that they both came so many times that it should be illegal.
That’s how they liked it.
There was no doubt that this might kill him.
Oh, well.
What a way to go.
Before D’Artangnan, no one in his whole life had ever understood that he was a very dirty bottom, but this man. Once he figured it out, their sex lives flourished.
Graham lived to kneel for this man, and be his everything.
It all turned on as soon as the cuffs were clicked shut, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
This was turning into the best moment of his life, despite him knowing it wasn’t real.
It was in his mind and nothing more.
“You’re mine,” he vowed, whispering in his ear, “and now, I’m going to fuck you hard.”
At the last word, Graham’s erection bobbed invitingly for the man to take it and do whatever he wanted with it. D’Artangnan was in control.
He was here for the pleasure and to forget, and he couldn’t wait to get lost in it.
When his arms were secured, D’Artangnan moved down his body, teasing a path with his very wicked mouth. At his groin, he ignored his weeping erection to focus on the tattoo on his thigh.
He grinned wickedly.
“Marking you as mine was the best thing I’ve ever done,” he admitted.
Oh, well, Graham agreed there.
As the tip of his tongue traced the large ‘D’ on his thigh, the eroticism made him shake.
He couldn’t help it.
“Yes, please,” Graham whispered, as D’Artangnan left bites on his inner thigh like he enjoyed.
His body shook, and his dick dripped precum at the anticipation of that moment.
“YES!” he muttered. “Please, D’Artangnan! Have your way with me. Show me how to be yours and only yours,” he added.
D’Artangnan grinned.
“Oh, that’s the plan,” he said, kneeling between his thighs. “Tell me what you want, my bottom,” he said, waiting for him to do just that.
Graham’s body bowed as he began playing with his balls.
“My Top, take me and use me,” he whispered, that heat of need washing over his body.
Hearing that, D’Artangnan focused solely on his dick, and played with his sexy bedmate.
Last night, he’d bound him up, and took full advantage of his ass. Now, he wanted to work over his erection until Graham was begging to cum.
That got them both going.
How could it not?
Graham moaned at the sensation of D’Artangnan’s saliva, dripping down his erection to pool across his balls. That wetness would be lubrication, and he knew it.
He was going to be barebacked hard and without mercy, and he knew he deserved it.
If this was all he was to have to help him survive the darkness, Graham would take it.
“I need a fucking,” he admitted. “Please make me scream your name, my Top,” he muttered, as his hips wanted to buck at the man’s mouth on his dick.
Oh, that was the plan.
Graham was going to cum a few times before D’Artangnan took his ass and emptied his balls in him. There was no doubt there.
Tugging on his balls, the pain shot through him, and then, it became that wave of pleasure.
Graham knew that he needed to be punished for his sins.
What was that sin?
The sin of letting this perfection go.
D’Artangnan didn’t let up, and instead, he forced the man’s quivering thighs apart, stretching him wide to show him who was boss.
A big man had to have some space to play with his bottom.
Or his bottom’s bottom.
Yeah, it was about to get wild in there.
As he tormented him, sucking the tip of his dick into his mouth to apply pressure, Graham shook from the eroticism alone.
His arms were locked to the headboard, his thighs were spread wide, and he was at his mercy.
Honestly, there was no better place to be. At a sexy Marine’s mercy was always a good time, and Graham would take any memory he could.
With Graham, he finally felt whole again, even if it was just a delusion.
And it wouldn’t last.
When he set him free, D’Artangnan stared up his body and into his green eyes.
“How rough do you want it?” D’Artangnan asked, desperately craving this man in ways that could absolutely never be quenched.
“Make me never forget,” he whispered, knowing that was the only true answer he could give him.
He needed that more than the orgasms.
He needed this moment.
At his words, D’Artangnan grinned wickedly.
Oh, it was clear that he ws going to do just that, and then some.
Lucky him.
“Buckle up, M'eudail. You’re about to scream my name and annoy the neighbors. I’m about to make you never forget who owns this body.”
With that, he dropped his hand roughly on the tattoo on his leg, slapping the flesh as hard as he could.
Graham’s body bucked.
And he nearly came.
It had been a battle not to erupt then and there. For him, nothing was sexier than a dominant offering up some pain and pleasure.
And this man…
He was as alpha as they came.
Graham remembered their first time together, hidden away behind a barracks on base. He’d fucked him upright, against the wall, and he’d cum so many times he nearly collapsed after the fact.
He’d taken his ass in abandon, and set the pace for their relationship. If Graham had a pound for every time he’d given him a blowjob, on the cusp of being caught, they both could retire.
He loved when this man was beyond rough.
Oh, God.
Graham was sure that this was going to kill him—if he wasn’t already dead.
Bet.
On.
It.
Shoving a pillow under his hips, D’Artangnan manhandled him, and Graham loved it. He felt so helpless and trapped all at one time.
Holy fuck.
He was already about to cum, and the man hadn’t even touched his ass yet. When he did, he was going to blow repeatedly.
Before D’Artangnan, and after him, there had never been a man who could do that to him. He’d let strangers fuck him in an alley because he wanted to be degraded.
He’d let D’Artangnan fuck him in an alley because he wanted to be owned.
He wanted to be this man’s property.
Forever.
He only wished he could go back and make that happen. He would have served D’Artangnan and his high sex drive on his knees.
DAILY.
He would have waited by their door for him to come home, mouth open, naked, and ready to be fucked.
That’s how much he craved this man.
It.
Was.
Endless.
As D’Artangnan took Graham’s weeping dick in his mouth, he blew him, not being gentle, at all.
That wasn’t his job.
As his Top, his job was to make him obey, and to fill his hot ass with cum.
As much as he could.
His duty, as his master, was to make sure his bottom was so thoroughly sexed, he wanted nothing more than to be his forever.