14. Miguel
MIGUEL
THEN
April, Year One
My bravery came in small bursts and when I least expected it. Minutes earlier, under the magic of moonlight, I was ready to strip down and spread out like a buffet. But as Graham locked up the house, I stood near the foot of his platform bed and wrung my hands.
The outdoor lights punched through the windows, bathing the room in a revealing glow. I wished he would turn them off.
“Hey.” Graham materialized from the shadows like a graceful specter with a comforting smile. He pried my fidgeting hands apart and held them to his chest. “Do you trust me?”
“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” My grip on his fingers tightened, and a nervous laugh crawled up my throat. “If you haven’t noticed, I have trouble relaxing when it comes to sex. It takes me a minute to get out of my head.”
“I’ve noticed.” His tone held no judgment as he let go of my hands and stepped away.
Instead of calling me high-maintenance and ending the night early, he smiled and kicked off his shoes.
“All I want to do is explore each other.” He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it aside.
“Name your limits, and I’ll do the same.
” His jeans fells to the floor before he stepped out of them.
“Nothing is firmly on the table but me.”
Invisible flames licked at my already heated face as I stared at his slab of abs. “I’m open to a lot of things.”
“Me too. Just tell me how want me. I’m very bendy.”
Another nervous chuckle escaped me. He pinched my chin, directing my focus to his eyes a second before his lips demolished my reluctance with a lazy kiss. A patient kiss that deepened when his tongue delved into my mouth, sweeping away the last of my worries.
For months, Graham had allowed me to set the pace.
He hadn’t pushed or shown signs of annoyance.
It’s like he could hear the doubtful, little voice in my head questioning whether a partner felt genuine affection toward me—if he respected me.
In my bones, I knew Graham was different.
He desired me, maybe even loved me, and my body responded the way it had since our first kiss. It surrendered.
When his lips and tongue retreated, I chased them. Again, he smiled, pleased with himself.
“Are we still getting naked?” he asked.
I cleared my throat and nodded. “Yes.”
“Perfect. Now sit.”
My butt hit the mattress. I clamped my hands between my knees while Graham slid his underwear down his legs. The grand finale of his strip show ended with him draped in nothing but carnal promises and white socks.
Stroking his cock, he asked, “You want it?”
I licked my suddenly dry lips. “You know I do.”
“Then come and claim it…after you get undressed.”
My hot-as-fuck boyfriend, made of svelte lines and lean muscle, taunted me with his pretty dick. Thoughts of my body’s poor comparison crept in. I shoved them aside. Love handles and a soft belly weren’t going to stop me from seizing the moment.
Button by button, I opened my shirt. Goosebumps covered my chest and arms as I peeled it off. My shoes and pants were next to go, and only my pink briefs remained.
Graham fell to his knees and groaned, running his palms up my thighs. “You’re killing me with how sexy you are.”
I’d never been called sexy. The firm denial on my tongue fizzled to nothing when he buried his nose in my crotch and inhaled. While he nuzzled my thickening cock and kneaded my ass, I twisted his black duvet between my fingers.
“I want tonight to be good for you,” he said.
“Good? Is that the bar you’ve set?”
“Amazing. Spectacular.” His thumbs teased the edges of my underwear. “Your move.”
Courage rushed through my veins. Embracing it, I wriggled out of my briefs and straightened my shoulders, sitting tall. His eyes took a meandering journey starting at my knees and trailing up my thighs and torso. Each lingering, appreciative look boosted my confidence and the blood flow to my cock.
“Beautiful.” His reverent whisper skated down my spine as he stood and aimed his dick at my mouth. “It’s all yours. Don’t hold back.”
I gripped his shaft and kicked off a sloppy worship service that would make the worst devil repent. The taste of salt was delicious. His sweet musk, divine. I sucked on the tip while holding the weight of his heavy balls in my hand.
Graham brushed a thumb along the side of my neck in rhythmic encouragement. “Look at me, darling.”
I looked up, swirled my tongue around the crown, and widened my jaw, taking every inch of him. His breath hitched, and he froze with a hand on my head. Not a forceful hand but a protective one, like he intended to keep us both safe.
When I flexed my throat, he’s the one who choked. “F-fuck, Miguel. That’s enough.”
My eyes watered as I pulled back and gulped air into my lungs. A ribbon of saliva hung from my lips to his cock, but before I could gloat while it dangled, he wiped away all the proof of my badass deep-throating skills.
“You’ve been keeping secrets. Now it’s my turn.” He jerked his chin at the headboard. “Get comfortable. You’ll be here for a while.”
I shimmied up the bed. Graham crawled after me. My head landed on a pillow, and a cloud of his scent sent me reeling, grabbing at his arms to pull him closer as he licked a line from the base of my cock to mole on my sternum.
When he caught my nipple between his lips, I rasped a warning. “Don’t bite them. I hate it.”
With our fingers tightly entwined and pressed into the pillow, Graham lived up to his promise of exploration.
His limber back hunched while he feasted on my neck and chest, coaxing needy noises out of me.
He freed a hand, and my strained moan was loud when he buried his face in my armpit and gave my cock a few slow pumps before tugging on my balls.
A rogue finger slid between my butt cheeks, grazing my hole. I tensed.
“Off limits?” he asked.
“No. And it’s ready for you.”
“Show me.” As he shifted to a kneeling position, I brought my knees to my chest, showing off my waxed ass. Awe and helplessness rumbled through his chuckle. “I’m not gonna survive you.”
“Then enjoy me while you can.”
With a fiendish grin, he lay on his stomach.
The second his warm, wet tongue swept my taint, I discovered Graham’s other hidden talent.
Research studies should be conducted on the ravenous way he devoured all of me—the over, under, and in-between.
The most ungodly sounds poured out of him as his lips, tongue, and fingers turned my rigid spine into hot liquid.
My legs trembled, and my dick throbbed. And I may have been running a fever.
Once Graham had reduced me to a pitiful, whimpering puddle, he climbed to his knees again and smirked. “Still with me?”
A grunt was all I could manage as he opened the nightstand drawer. When his hand came away with lube and no condom, my shaky legs dropped to the mattress like lead weights.
“For the record, you look very relaxed,” he said, straddling my thighs.
His balls perched on top of mine while he poured lube into his palm, and I wondered how I ended up pinned beneath a man who embodied sunlight. A good man with a yoga body and adoration in every look he cast my way. I must have stumbled into someone else’s life.
The reality of this being my life hit me when he took us both in hand. I lifted onto my elbows, and his slow, sensual motions held me in a trance as he worked our cocks with languid strokes.
“We look good together,” he said, breathless and stunning with hair falling into his eyes.
“Kiss me.”
The words had barely left my mouth before his lips sought mine.
We stretched out and rubbed our bodies together in an uncoordinated dance of slick skin and wandering hands.
I left no part of Graham untouched, and he left no part of me feeling undesired.
We writhed and rolled until I was grinding on top of him, nibbling on his earlobe.
“Fuck me,” I rasped.
He pulled his head back as far as the pillow would allow. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Condom?”
“In the drawer.”
Halfway propped against the pillows and headboard, Graham sprawled out like a lazy starfish with a massive grin on his face while I hurried to get him sheathed and lubed. If I wasted time or stopped to think, I wouldn’t go through with it.
“Damn. You’re really horny for my big, juicy dick,” he said.
My busy hands froze, and I groaned, eyes squeezing shut. “Please, for the love of god, never say those words again.”
His whole body bounced beneath mine while he laughed. “Sorry. I’m not the best at dirty talk, but it got you out of your head.”
“No, you’re not. And thank you.”
Fighting a smile, I reached behind me to guide his big, juicy dick to my hole. There were patience and reminders to breathe on his part and lots of cursing on mine. Finally, his cock popped in. I clung to the headboard, one-handed, while sucking air through my gritted teeth.
“Fucking hell, you feel bigger than you look.”
“We can stop.” The strain in his voice and the strong fingers gripping my thighs told a different story. He wanted one of us to move.
Shifting my hips to test my low pain tolerance, I shook my head. “I’m okay, but go easy. I don’t like it rough.”
“You’re in control.”
There were no better words he could’ve said in that moment, and I had no idea how much I needed to hear them. The atmosphere changed. A heady, sweaty cocktail of pure heat replaced the fumbling moves and safety net of humor.
I held his jaw and crushed our mouths together. And with every lash of our tongues, I released more of my inhibitions and the deeper he sank.
Graham let out a deep groan as he bent his legs and planted his feet on the mattress like he was about to take over. “You feel good riding me. So tight.”
“Go easy,” I said, the reminder a plea and a rasp between panting breaths.
We found a natural rhythm, a contrasting ebb and flow of measured thrusts.
He stared at me with lust and wonder in his eyes, never looking away while he mastered restraint.
His hands remained on my thighs, splayed and at the ready, like he’d throw me off the moment I showed any sign of discomfort. He wouldn’t find it.
Graham stretched and filled me in a way I hadn’t been in years, but with him, every clench, gasp, and shudder was the good kind.
The steady pace we set drove me to the brink of insanity.
Soon, I was riding him with purpose, one hand on his chest while the other jacked my cock.
His palms inched toward my ass, fingers digging deeper into my flesh.
Sweat glistened on his skin, proof the tight hold on his restraint was unraveling as his thrusts became erratic.
“Miguel, I’m close. I’m gonna come.”
“Do it, baby. Come in me.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He stiffened, muscles flexing and teeth bared. An animalistic sound scraped his throat while his cock pulsed in my ass.
I leaned back, hand flying up and down my dick. The tension in my gut built, swift and fierce, and my balls drew up. “Oh god! Oh shit!” I yelled.
Cum exploded on his chest and stomach. My brain abandoned me, and my body shook.
I hadn’t come that hard or that much in ages, and his chest became my focal point so I wouldn’t pass the fuck out.
In all the dizziness, a new problem arose.
The sight of my cum all over Graham filled me with possession.
It also caused a shift inside my head, unlocking the door that hid the scary things I wasn’t ready to face.
The second I was spent, I slid off his cock and fell down beside him.
Between our labored breaths and my frazzled head, I couldn’t think of what to do next.
He took the lead, pinching my chin and owning my lips with unexpected tenderness.
Deep gratitude flooded my eyes as I returned the kiss, and the tears spilled over before I could get control of my emotions.
My ex had taken so much from me, but somehow, I managed to reclaim trust and physical intimacy. In a matter of months, I had given those gifts to Graham, someone who deserved them. Someone who cared if I was relaxed and present in moments like this.
We broke apart and stared for a beat, then tumbled into fits of laughter. He snorted like a pig, which made me laugh even harder. My smile hurt, it was so big, and my cheeks were on fucking fire.
I flung an arm over my face and groaned in misery. “Please forget I cried after sex. Wipe it all from your memory.”
“The amazing, spectacular sex? Not a chance.” He moved my arm to my chest before his featherlight touch brushed the tears away. “I hope you’ll tell me everything someday, but there’s no rush. I’m keeping you forever, darling.”
With a parting kiss to my stunned lips, Graham removed the condom and swaggered to the bathroom. Lying on my back, butt naked in the middle of the bed, I reveled in the aftermath of residual aches and tentative victory. Maybe I wasn’t as damaged as I had thought.
A few minutes later, he returned with minty breath, a clean torso, and a wet cloth for me. Limbs tangled and bodies sated, we played footsie. For someone who walked around barefoot all the time, his feet were surprisingly soft.
Graham was soft, period. Inside, he was a mushy marshmallow of sweetness that still seemed too good to be true, even if I knew different. I’d never met a more genuine person on earth.
The thing that shifted in my head earlier came knocking again, begging for attention, asking to be acknowledged and defined. I jackknifed to a sitting position and looked around for my clothes.
“I should rinse off and head home.”
Before I could roll off the bed and run, he snagged my wrist. “Don’t even think about leaving. It’s the weekend. You’re staying the night.”
“Not without a toothbrush or pajamas.”
“I have everything you need.” His earnest gaze conveyed the real meaning behind that bold statement, but right then, I wasn’t in any condition to examine it.
Instead, I ignored the scary thing and relented, sweeping the wayward hairs off his forehead. “Can I have a shower, clean sheets, and your side of the bed? I can’t sleep near the door.” My stomach growled, reminding me it had been hours since my last meal. “And food. I need all the food.”
His tired eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled. The amusement shining in them was gratifying, but the love? It was arresting. My cynical heart cracked wide open as he captured my hand and kissed each knuckle.
“Anything, Miguel. Name it, and it’s yours.”