Chapter Seven #3
“I’m close,” he whispered, knowing that he was about to slip from the edge, and cum. What took random strangers a lot of alcohol and pain only took D’Artangnan a simple blowjob to get him off.
That said it all.
It was quite a scene staring down at the big man on his knees as he thanked the universe that he was given another chance in life.
Because of this man’s mouth, Graham’s balls had tucked back up into his sack, and he knew the eruption was coming.
Bet.
On.
It.
“Please,” he begged, knowing the man would understand.
And he did.
Michael felt the quiver, and how his dick tensed as he was about to blow. So, he slipped him deeper down his throat, and slipped his fingers into his ass.
And that was all it took.
Graham exploded, his whole body bucking in release at an orgasm that rocked his being.
He.
Came.
Hard.
“Oh, God!” he shouted, as he nearly slipped down the wall. Had it not been for the man’s hands, holding him up, Graham would have been boneless on the floor.
Michael swallowed, and stared up at the man.
On his face, there was rapture.
Yeah, it was exactly the same as it had been, and for that, he was thankful.
Getting up, he left the man against the wall, and he grabbed the soap. He began washing himself, but his eyes never left Graham.
When he finally opened his eyes, there was such need in them.
When he wiggled his finger, motioning him toward him, Graham obeyed.
He was before him, and their mouths were fused together, all over again.
And the kiss was mind-numbing.
Graham couldn’t think.
He was on auto-pilot. All he wanted was to give this man so much pleasure.
Because he loved him still.
There was no doubt in his mind.
When he broke the kiss, the world spun, and Graham found himself chest against the cold stone shower wall, and a big body behind him.
There was a big dick tucked between his cheeks, and all he wanted was to be fucked.
Like they used to.
As he went to speak, his hands were grabbed, and pinned to the shower wall as the other man bit him on the neck.
And his body bucked in pleasure.
Oh, holy shit.
Graham was going to be fucked proper now. He knew that they both had the most amazing sex life together, and it appeared it was back again.
He wanted to celebrate.
“Do you still like it rough?” Michael asked, his mouth whispering and teasing his earlobe.
He whimpered.
“Yes, please.”
Graham was thinking about the dreams he’d had last night, and how in each one, he was a prisoner to this man’s dick.
And he’d been happy.
At his words, Michael stopped thinking, and just went with instinct. He had three years of countless moments in showers and beds with this man.
He would get them both there.
A few times.
Thankfully, the shower would clean them right up after they got dirty.
Because he wanted him, and his erection was painfully throbbing between his legs and Graham’s cheeks, he didn’t waste any time in taking him.
With some soap, he lubed up, and filled his ass.
Graham moaned as he was stretched full as that old familiar feeling happened.
He knew this dick anywhere.
That was for damn sure.
“Oh, fuck!” he whispered, his whole body shaking. It was when he pushed back against D’Artangnan, and he was fully sheathed in him that his own dick throbbed.
“That’s the plan,” Michael whispered, teasing his ear as he kept him pinned to the wall.
His.
Prisoner.
Then, when he had time to adjust to his size, he began moving, taking long, deep strokes that made Graham’s body shake and balls ache.
“I’ve missed this,” Michael admitted, as he took ownership of his ass.
And worked it over.
As Graham couldn’t move, he loved every second of it. This had been the sensation he’d been chasing for the last seven years.
This.
Right.
Here.
When Michael’s hips began moving faster, Graham moaned, as his once-lover hit that perfect spot over and over again.
Roughly, he drove into him, trying to fill him up, and himself too.
This was healing.
It was familiar.
And for that, Michael was grateful.
Already, he was on his way up the precipice where he knew he’d take one hell of a tumble.
As he stared down at his thick erection slipping in and out of Graham, he was on the verge of losing control.
With him, that would mean more sex.
One orgasm was never enough.
If anything, he’d get them both off a few times for old time’s sake.
“Fuck!” Graham muttered, as D’Artangnan kept switching up the rhythm to make it harder for himself to lose control yet.
The feel of Graham’s ass gripping his cock was something he’d missed, and he was hesitant to stop. A part of him was afraid this was a dream, and he was actually dead at the bottom of the lake.
Could he possibly have redemption, and a second chance in life with Graham?
Was this real?
“Fill me with your cum!” Graham begged, and that was all it took.
Michael lost control.
Sex with Graham had always been off-the-charts hot, and it still was.
As he could no longer hold on, Michael slammed home, pulling a gasp from Graham’s lips as he exploded in one hell of an orgasm.
There was that hot, wet explosion, deep in his ass, as seven and a half years of regrets poured out of him, and cleared the way for a new chance at joy.
“Oh, God!” Graham whispered, as that heat filled him, and he never wanted not to feel this. Oh, he’d had plenty of men cum in him, but this man…
This was the ONLY man he wanted in his ass.
Pulling out of him when he was finished cumming, he left him leaning against the wall.
He was enjoying the view.
There was something about Graham’s ass with his cum on his thighs.
It made Michael feel…alive.
Grabbing the soap, he went back to washing himself, and enjoyed it when Graham turned around.
He stayed against the wall, but there was a hungry look of desperation in his eyes.
And he knew it well.
Someone desperately needed to get off. If memory served him right, that meant he was about to be someone’s playground.
Sign.
Him.
Up.
When two hungry libidos collided, there was fun for everyone.
Graham watched him washing his erection, and D’Artangnan was still rock hard.
Oh, well, he could help him with that.
Graham went to his knees and stayed in that position as the man he wanted more than he wanted to live let him enjoy the show.
His dick ached, and he was holding in every single drop of D’Artangnan’s cum.
He wasn’t sure he’d get another moment like this, so he was savoring it.
Graham was so turned on.
This man’s body was beautiful. He was mesmerized as his big hands moved across his flesh, and all Graham wanted was them on him.
What wouldn’t he do to have D’artangnan’s hands all over him?
The answer was anything.
“Please,” whispered Graham, and he knew the man would understand. What he wanted was to give him head like he used to years ago.
Michael grinned wickedly, and set his now-clean dick free.
That was all Graham had to see. He crawled on his knees across the shower and took him down his throat.
It was Michael’s turn to moan in pleasure.
It had been a while.
Oh, he’d had sex with Riley, but it was always missing something. It was a good way to help relax before bed, but with Graham, it was about enjoying each other’s bodies, and they always did.
As he began blowing him, he shifted so Graham was under the rainfall shower head. He made him work for that blowjob, knowing that’s what he liked.
The second it became more difficult, the desperation of his mouth grew, and the blowjob got wilder.
Yeah, some things hadn’t changed.
That was for sure.
As he worked his cock over, Michael stared down at his very eager mouth keeping his erection lubricated.
It was good.
Because he planned on using it.
His dick was throbbing, and he needed more. Michael wouldn’t be happy until they were in bed.
Because he wasn’t ready to be done.
Not.
Even.
Close.
As Graham added his hand, working the man’s dick over, as he sucked on the tip, his body betrayed him, and he ruptured apart.
With his hand, he slid Graham’s head down his erection, so that he didn’t miss a single drop of cum. Instead, it poured down his throat.
“Fuck!” he hissed, as his body shook from that release.
And when he opened his eyes, he picked Graham up, and he wrapped his legs around Michael’s waist.
They were body-to-body, and staring into each other’s eyes.
“More,” Graham begged. “I need all of you.”
Oh, well, he was feeling the same.
With his hands holding the man up, and on his ass cheeks, he used his fingers to explore.
Graham whimpered.
“I’m glad to see you’ve not changed,” he admitted, biting him roughly on the neck.
The man’s body bucked as D’Artangnan’s fingers slipped into his ass.
He moaned.
Michael loved that he was slick and wet still from his cum, and that was going to make amazing lubrication when he took him back to bed.
As he did war with the man’s mouth, he walked them back into the bedroom.
They were wet, and the linens were toast, but this castle had to have a laundry facility, right?
Then again, he didn’t care.
Michael could feel his heart and soul knitting back together.
“Bed?” he asked between their barrage of heated kisses.
Graham just nodded.
There was no other place that he wanted to be. If this was a dream, or he was in a coma, he wanted this to be his forever. He wanted to live in this place, whatever it was, with him.
He’d lost him for too long.
Going to the bed, Michael climbed on it with the man wrapped around his body. They tumbled to the bedding, and their mouths did battle again.
Hands wandered.
Kisses heated their bodies.
And they forgot everything but that moment.
They rolled around, getting tangled in limbs and bedding, as they drove the heat back up in the room.
When Graham found himself on the bottom, the bigger man over him, he felt the nudge, and relaxed into the invasion.
Once more, there was the slide of D’artangnan’s erection into his body.
They both moaned.