Chapter 7 #2
I palmed his stiff cock through his pants. God, I missed this. I closed my eyes and let my body sink into his every kiss, every touch, every sensation I’d missed since the day he walked out that door.
“Promise me you’ll never do that again.” He pulled himself back so our eyes locked and squeezed my wrist firmly but gently.
“I won’t if you won’t,” I said, searching his eyes for the tiniest promise that he’d stay.
“We certainly move fast, don’t we?” Hunter’s voice sliced through the silence. “Here’s your drink, mate.”
Graham cocked a brow and took a sip.
“Don’t mind me… you two have great chemistry.” Hunter disrobed and moved to my side of the bed. “Let’s get you out of this little number, darling.” Before I could respond, he grabbed my dress and literally ripped it off me.
I gasped at the sudden heat from the lace tugging against my skin, burning me before letting go. Even though my dress was completely see-through… even though I wanted it off… the fact that he just tore it from me—especially after the whole incident backstage—it felt like punishment.
“Jesus—” Graham said and set his drink on the nightstand. “You alright, Max?”
“I’m fine,” I lied, running my hands down Hunter’s belly. “I like it. Remember?” I kissed him quick, then turned to Hunter, who had an arm braced on the headboard.
“Take off your pants, Graham,” I said, kissing a trail down Hunter’s belly—soft and tender.
I wanted Hunter to know I still wanted him. Because I did. I wanted to make it right with him. I owed him. But in all honesty, I knew that once Graham and I started, I’d have a really hard time thinking of anything else. And that wasn’t fair to him—not after everything.
Maybe he sensed what Graham and I had. Maybe that was the reason for his outburst backstage.
He was under a lot of stress, and I fucked it up by wearing the wrong shoes when I knew my coordination was horrible under pressure.
Add in the fact I’d just made out with Graham in the alley, so I wasn’t thinking straight.
Of course he’d pick up on it and be pissed.
“Easy there, pretty thing.” Hunter snatched my hand before I could reach inside his briefs. “Why don’t we make a little video before we really get started?”
“Oh—” My gaze shot to Graham. “I never asked him about a video.”
“That’s okay, we’re asking now. You down?” Hunter asked, a charming grin spread on his face. “Just a quick little tease for her fans?”
Graham stared at Hunter… then me—contemplating.
“Well… Port Grey’s already seen the rest of my body,” he said, taking a swig from his glass. “Why not give the fans what they want?” He blew out a breath.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I said, placing a hand on his arm.
“It’s fine,” he growled. “You’re the only thing I want right now.”
“Crack on, mate!” Hunter fist-pumped the air and grabbed his camera from the bedside table. “Why don’t you two start with some kisses and foreplay… I’ll get some great angles.”
I leaned into Graham and let him wrap his arms around me, cradling me, taking me in. I watched his stormy eyes lighten as he stared into mine. The sadness was still there—the hurt, and everything he left behind. I raised my hand to his cheek and drew him in close.
“Missed you, princess,” he whispered, just loud enough that only I could hear.
“Yeah, I’ve missed you too.” My voice cracked. Part of me wanted to start crying. I felt it building, but the other part—the stronger… hornier part—pushed that aside and gave in to him.
Graham closed the gap between us and gave me the slowest, softest… most passionate kiss I’d ever had. It was like lightning and apple blossoms falling at the same time. Igniting the part of me that went out the moment he walked out that door.
His hand roamed down my side and to my ass, then to my thigh where he gripped it firmly—claiming me.
“Okay, now roll her onto her back, there, big guy.”
Graham let out a grunt and broke our kiss. “Hey, if I’m doing this video, I’m doing it my way. There’s no way I’m keeping a hard-on with you barking in my ear.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll just watch. You do know how to pick the difficult ones, mo chróí.”
A small breathy giggle escaped me, and I turned back to Graham, letting Hunter and the room fade away.
Graham wrapped his arm around my waist and lifted me up, swinging me around to his front as he scooted to the edge of the bed.
He positioned me so I was on his lap, facing away from him, then reached down and ran his hands over my thighs, gripped them, spreading me open.
I braced my feet on his knees and leaned into him, my bare back against his warm chest.
Graham’s hand slid down to my pussy where he teased me, running his fingers gently over my outer lips—just soft, delicate pressure. Not intentionally sexual. But comforting… like home.
Then he parted me. His finger dipping ever so slightly inside. Grazing past my clit, sending the aching want deeper inside.
“Mmm, that feels so…”
“Good?”
“Uh-huh.”
I wrapped my arm behind his neck and arched to face him. He gave me that cocky smirk and brought his mouth to my breast, flicking my stiffened nipple with maddening precision while his fingers found my clit without fail, playfully tracing circles around it…
Until—
He added pressure. The perfect amount.
“Oh—”
“That’s it, Max. That’s what you needed, wasn’t it?” he stated, between the flicks of his tongue and the claiming kisses he left on my breast. His fingers worked their magic, building the heat that coiled inside me. My orgasm was building… closer than I expected. So close and he knew it.
“Here, pretty girl…” He reached around my thigh and guided his thick cock inside.
“Fuck, Graham!”
“What’s the matter? Forget what it’s like?” he laughed.
“Never—” I moaned.
God, he felt amazing. It was like the entire room erupted into high-definition color when he pushed into me, sending rippling waves of pleasure up my spine and down my arms with each thrust.
He grabbed both my thighs and lifted me up and down onto him. He was in control, and I was just along for the tantalizing ride.
Every stroke drove me higher. His ridges gliding past my most important parts—sending me higher and higher.
“Yes—like that—Graham—fuck—oh fuck!”
“You’re doing so good, princess. Keep going.” He growled into the nape of my neck—his breath hot and ragged against my skin.
“Ohhhmygodddd!!!” ripped from deep inside as my orgasm tore through me, and Graham sped up his thrusts. His breathing intensified, each breath hot and heavy and driving me past the brink. The deep groans coming from his chest rumbled against my back like an earthquake ready to split me in two.
“That’s it, outta her!” Hunter demanded.
“Huh?” Graham grunted, his arousal skidding to a stop. “What do you mean?” he rasped, trying to catch up to his breaths.
“Get out. No loads in my lass.”
Graham rolled me off of him reluctantly. Irritation boiled just behind his eyes. He was going to come, and Hunter blue-balled him.
Shit.
As a sort of token of sympathy, I patted Graham’s thigh before getting comfortable.
My attention then shifted to Hunter, and I began the slow, deliberate strokes he craved, my thumb tracing circles on his head.
I feigned sincerity, while the thing I wanted most was inches away, needing the release I’d promised him.
Graham moved up the head of the bed next to me and gently kissed my shoulder. Even though I was entwined with Hunter, Graham’s touch ignited me in ways I hadn’t felt in so long.
He ran his hand down my arm in that gentle “light touch” he used on me before.
I melted, and before I knew it my hand was gripping him—craving his girth. Even though I was looking at Hunter… trying to give everything to him… knowing what was coming with Graham drove me wild.
Hunter gently grabbed my chin, running his thumb over my mouth before turning my face toward Graham. He wanted me to watch him.
A slight tick in Graham’s jaw made my breath stutter as I stared into his stormy eyes.
My heart fluttered, and I almost forgot what it was like to breathe when I ran my eyes over his body.
God, those tattoos. Those muscles. That scar that cut through his eyebrow.
I needed him. Something about him made me feel at home, and I didn’t know why.
Graham dragged his hand up my inner thigh, and I spread for him again.
He leaned over me, gently kissing me while he parted my lips, slipping his two middle fingers inside and rubbing my clit softly with his thumb.
His touch felt so good—so electric. My heart raced at the thought of crashing into another orgasm from him.
The want in his eyes overtook him, and he got that same feral look he always did when he wanted me to let him have his way, but I could tell he was holding back—because he knew I’d let him have me. He knew I’d let him live out every filthy fantasy with me.
As hard as it was to miss out on the entire performance from Graham, I was so proud of him for respecting Hunter’s wishes. For being a good boy. But really… I wanted his come. I wanted to be full of everything he had waiting for me.
It was so hard to give my attention to Hunter as I stroked him, especially because every time I did, he would direct my face back to Graham. Like he knew it would be a struggle. Like he was testing me.
Hunter placed his hand on my breast and thumbed over my nipple while Graham nuzzled into my neck, giving tender kisses just under my jawline as he finger fucked me.
My second orgasm coiled deep inside, and I bucked into his hand chasing more.
Hunter ’s cock swelled, his tip glistening with precum as a small groan escaped him.
“I want to feel my cock stretching you open again, pretty girl. I want to give you everything you could possibly dream of,” Graham whispered into my ear.
I stroked them in unison until Hunter moved into position over top of me. Graham pulled his fingers out and brought them to my lips.
“Taste yourself, princess,” he whispered.