Chapter Sixteen
Ravensmire
Same Time
Post-Wedding
When everyone else had gone, Graham and Michael walked hand-in-hand into the castle as man and man. They’d weathered the storm for seven and a half years, and now, each of them had gotten what they’d wanted most.
Love.
Each other.
This was the beginning of a new adventure for them, and neither man could wait for it.
A lot had happened in the time they’d been a couple, but still, it felt like minutes had passed, not years.
That’s how they both knew.
This was right.
In the kitchen, Michael was whistling a happy little tune as he prepped for what would be coming.
They were going to kick off their honeymoon.
Honestly, had anyone told him that he’d be doing it with this particular man in a haunted castle…
He’d think they’d lost their damn minds.
But here he was.
Ready to be a husband.
In fact, there was nothing he wanted more than this right here. There was something amazing about how he felt. It was like being free and also finding an amazing treasure that he didn’t have to share.
Going to the wine chiller, he reached in, and pulled out a bottle of champagne, put it on the counter, and then headed to the refrigerator.
The whole time, Graham was leaning against the counter, amused.
“Grocery shopping?” he asked, checking out his man’s ass when he bent over.
Michael looked back and grinned.
“Getting a few provisions for our honeymoon,” he said, putting down a canister of whipped cream beside some really nice-looking strawberries. “I’m going to woo my husband,” he admitted.
Graham’s heart skipped in his chest, and he was giddy at the prospect of what this man was planning. He loved some bed fun.
More importantly, he loved this man.
With his whole being.
When he stood back up, he closed the refrigerator and focused on Graham.
“Come here.”
That was all he had to hear. He loved a bossy, dominant man in bed, and he was definitely going to be well taken care of, too.
Michael had always been the most giving of lovers. Now, he was going to be sharing pleasure with his husband. It didn’t get any better than that.
Truly.
Heading his way, Graham was pulled into his body, and Michael claimed his mouth in one hell of a steamy kiss. It was a hot tangle of tongues, and sent heat whipping through both of their bodies in anticipation of what was to come.
Them.
Hands wandered, and before Graham knew it, he was boosted up, and his ass was dropped on the marble countertop. The chilliness caught him off guard, and he gasped.
Michael broke the kiss.
“I used to dream about this day,” he admitted, spreading Graham’s legs so he could stand between them and be closer to his body.
He stared into his man’s eyes.
“Me too,” Graham whispered. “I’ve dreamed about it when you were gone, and it was one of the few things that kept me going. I always believed that we would find this moment together.”
His faith was astounding, and Michael was blessed to know that his husband had hung in there, believing in them. He only wished he’d been as strong.
That was his second regret.
The first was not staying in the first place. Now, Michael had seven years to make up, and that started now.
He was going to take care of his husband, and show him how much he loved and cherished him. This was going to be their future.
Slipping his hand into Graham’s hair, he took his mouth in a kiss. The whole time, he was focused on nothing but giving pleasure.
Tonight, he was going to show Graham what lived in him, and what their life was going to be like.
Passion.
Filled.
The second he felt his body go lax, Michael knew that he was giving up control, and he was now driving this bus. Oh, and they were going to go over the cliff together.
Bet.
On.
It.
With his mouth only, he pulled a whimper from Graham, and he deepened it. Both of their bodies reacted, going hard at the prospect of this moment together.
When he slowly broke the kiss, Graham’s eyes were glazed over in pleasure, and Michael wanted more.
He wanted all.
“Give yourself to me,” he said, knowing that was the same phrase he used countless times when they’d come together.
Graham’s body language changed, and he immediately did as he was asked.
What wouldn’t he do for his husband—his very masculine and sexy Top?
He simply nodded, and Michael took over.
With his big hands, he slid the kilt up Graham’s thighs, revealing the incredible sight beneath it.
He always did love Graham’s dick.
It was enticing as he saw the little bead of pre-cum at the tip. With his fingers, he rubbed it in, lubricating the head of the man’s erection.
Graham moaned.
If there was one person who undid him, it would be this man. There was something so erotic about the way he moved, and teased.
He never wanted it to end.
Because they were alone, and the castle was free of anyone being there, Michael took his time.
Pushing his husband back, he grabbed him by the thighs, and slid his ass closer to the end of the counter.
Graham gasped.
“How wild do you want it?” he asked, teasing his man’s dick with the tip of his tongue. Each time it pulsed and got harder, it only made Michael want more from him.
“Destroy me,” he whispered. “Control me. Make me yours,” he said.
That made Michael’s balls ache for release.
It was crystal clear that neither one of them had changed, and that was a damn good thing.
Wrapping his fingers around the man’s cock, he began giving him a blowjob. The second he slipped him into his mouth, and down his throat, Graham moaned.
It was raw, feral, and filled with desperation. It also screamed ‘let me please you’, and before this moment was done, Graham absolutely would be very pleased.
But only after he was made to beg.
Michael blew him, and he wasn’t merciful. The whole time, Graham held onto the edges of the counter as his whole body begged for release.
“Please!” he whispered, so overwhelmed by the blowjob that he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on.
Married sex was just as hot as single sex, apparently, because this castle was going to go up in flames.
Soon.
Michael ignored him, and focused on giving the man the best blowjob he’d ever had in his whole life. He worked his dick over to the point Graham was shaking.
And still he took more.
And more.
And more.
It was when his thighs quivered with what was about to happen that Michael shoved him over the edge, making him cum.
“Oh, fuck!” he shouted, and had not a moment’s reprieve.
As soon as he finished cumming, Michael continued on with his torture. He went to his knees, and found the man’s tight pucker.
There, he tormented and teased, bringing the man right back up that climb to the top.
His dick was still in the upright position, and he was going to make sure it stayed that way.
Someone was going to be cumming a lot over the next couple of hours.
He could bet on that.
As Michael rimmed his husband, making him squirm, he wrapped his fingers around his dick, and jerked him off. The whole time, Graham was teetering on the edge.
He loved everything he was doing to his body.
EVERYTHING.
Only, he wanted one thing more.
“Please fuck me,” he whispered. “I need you to bend me over and fuck me.”
Michael was well aware.
Only, he needed his man to let him have some fun. He’d missed his body, and it was one hell of a playground.
As he watched his balls tuck into his body, Michael knew he was close.
That’s when he shoved him off of the edge, and into the spiral of colors.
Graham’s body betrayed him, and he bucked in release. The feral moan was wickedly wild, and delighted the man who pulled it from him.
“Oh, no. It seems I’ve gotten you messy,” he said, pulling his mate up so he could begin removing his clothing. Oh, but he’d keep the kilt.
That fueled his fantasy for now.
Graham was woozy from cumming, and still wanted more.
“My only,” he whispered, saying the title he’d given him years ago.
It made Michael pause.
It had been forever since he’d heard that, and it was music to his ears. That meant they were definitely going to keep their dominant and submissive roles, and he was grateful for that.
“My one,” he whispered.
Graham hopped off the counter, and immediately went to his knees. Once on them, he slid Michael’s kilt up, tucking it into the top of the material to reveal his prize.
Then, Graham began worshipping him. He feasted on his dick, slurping and making sure not to miss a single spot to please his Top.
It made Michael waver, his balance swaying as that overwhelming pleasure took over. If he closed his eyes, it felt exactly like it did years ago.
They were back.
Slipping his fingers into his hair, he controlled the depth of the blowjob, making sure to slip his dick deeply into his man’s mouth.
Sometimes he choked.
Sometimes, he didn’t.
The sound of it brought joy and delight to him. The way Graham eagerly was feasting on him drove him wild.
He wanted him.
God.
He wanted to be in his ass, taking it in abandon like he once used to do. That roughness called to him, and he needed that too.
It was what their relationship had begun as, fucking in a dark, quiet place out of sight of others, sneaking a blowjob in when they were alone.
And safe.
Now, they were beyond safe, and that made him want to have some fun.
How could it not?
As he stared down at his husband, there was that need to take him in wild abandon.
Only, he had him by the balls.
Quite literally.
“Yessssss,” he hissed, staring up at the ceiling as Graham was trying to milk him. “Fuck! Your mouth!” he muttered, that wave of chills overcoming him, warning he was about to blow.
And he did.
Without warning, he came so hard, pouring down Graham’s throat. Michael held him locked to his dick, so the man got a belly full of his cum.
He needed more.
He needed all.
When he opened his eyes, Graham was staring up at him, his dick still in his mouth.
Oh, and he knew that look.
Pulling him up, he turned him around, kicked out his legs, and yanked up his kilt.