Chapter Eighteen #2
Oh, well, that was what was on the plans for this evening.
He could bet on that.
Going into the nightstand, he pulled a bottle of lube out and put it on the bed. Oh, someone was getting a rough ride in a bit. But for now, he has some things to do.
Mainly, make his man cum.
Getting back on the bed, he spread Graham’s legs and nestled down between them. With his big hand, he wrapped his fingers around Graham’s dick and started jerking him off.
“You’re going to be dehydrated tomorrow.”
That set the pace.
“Do your worst, D’Artangnan,” he said, as he was roughly stroked.
Michael did just that.
He jerked him off, hard.
He was brutal, and he gave him no mercy. As he tormented him, switching the strokes up, and avoiding the tip of his cock, he knew he’d be wild.
Yeah, someone was having to work for it.
Oh, and work hard.
“Please,” Graham begged, desperately pulling at the belt that held his hands above his head.
Only, no mercy was given.
“You’re going to cum for me, Graham, and then, you’re going over my knee because I like you with a pink ass as I’m fucking you.”
He moaned.
“Yes, please,” he begged, as his hips began bucking. That overwhelming need was taking over, and Graham knew he was going to explode.
He couldn’t hold on.
“Oh, fuck!” he shouted, as his balls betrayed him, and a stream of hot cum covered his chest.
And still, no mercy was given.
As he was still struggling to surface from the orgasm, he could feel his body being flipped over, and the punishing slaps as his husband pinkened his cheeks.
“MORE!” he begged, as he was helpless to stop him—not that he ever would. Sex with this man was way too much for him to handle, but he’d try.
And lose.
Graham was punished, and he loved every single second of it. When his ass was red, he was flipped back over, but this time, it was Michael’s mouth that took him back up that climb.
He worked him over, making sure to not miss a single spot. The whole time, his hands were under the man on his cheeks, and he could feel the heat coming off of them.
Oh, this was how he liked his husband.
HIS.
As he blew him, Graham moaned in pleasure and pain. His ass was sore, and he loved it.
There was no better feeling for him.
Well, maybe if he was over his lap taking more punishment.
As Michael blew him, he scraped his teeth up the long length of him, and Graham bucked.
“I’m close,” he hissed. “Please!”
Oh, well, he knew how to get him there.
Slipping his fingers through the saliva that was running down his dick, and over his balls, he had the lubrication he needed. He finger fucked him, and Graham exploded.
He came again, but this time, he exploded in his husband’s mouth.
Graham was breathing heavily, and opened his eyes when he felt the bed move.
His husband was grinning down at him.
“Such a bad boy,” he said, flipping him back over so he was on his knees, his arms crossed in front of him since the belt had very little give.
“Please fuck me,” Graham begged. “I need you to fuck me, D’Artangnan.”
Oh, that was coming,
Instead, he landed more blows to his ass, and the whole time, Graham went back to rock hard.
It was crystal clear that someone was definitely enjoying himself.
Well, there was more to come.
Spreading his cheeks, he found that tight little pucker, and ran the tip of his tongue over the sensitive spot.
The feral sound from his husband was music to his ears. As he tried to push back to impale himself on his tongue, Michael gave him what he wanted.
A thorough rimming.
His body bucked, and the sounds of pleasure coming from him were wild.
And perfect.
There was no doubt that it felt good.
That was exactly what he wanted for Graham. Michael wanted him to feel all the pleasure, each and every day of their lives. He had a lot to make up for in the last seven and a half years of missed time.
They were going to live each day like it was their last.
“If you keep that up,” Graham warned, his balls tucking up into his body at the oral assault. “Can’t handle much more.”
Oh, he thought he could.
Graham got the reprieve he wanted, but he knew the cost. There was the sound of the cap being undone on the lube, and he knew he was about to be fucked.
HARD.
“Please,” he begged. “I need your dick.”
Oh, and Michael needed his ass. He was dripping cum and struggling himself. There was something so magnificent about this view.
From the tattoos to the red cheeks.
He was lost in this love.
And may he never find his way out.
“Get ready,” he said. “I’m hard and horny. I need to fuck you like I want.”
And Graham knew what he meant. This was about to be the hardest fuck ever, and he craved that. He wanted nothing more than to be trapped beneath Michael as he took his ass.
When he felt that nudge of the bigger man’s dick, he got ready for the invasion.
There was that hard, rough slide that filled him.
And it stole his breath.
Graham gasped from the feel of being stuffed so full of his husband’s cock.
Michael was a big man, and taking all of him was always a tight fit, but he loved it.
No.
He craved it.
As he began moving, Graham was a prisoner to him. He had him by the hips so he couldn’t move as he pummeled his ass like their lives depended on it.
“Oh, fuck,” Michael muttered, as he watched his slick cock slide in and out of his ass.
There was nothing he loved more.
Leaning his body over Graham’s, he fucked him in earnest, making sure the man felt each and every stroke. The whole time, he was jerking him off too.
The whimpers made him harder, if that was possible.
“I’m going to cum,” Graham whispered. “Oh, fuck! I’m cumming!” he shouted, and Michael didn’t slow down.
He rode him through the storm, taking his ass harder.
As cum shot out of Graham, Michael unstrapped his arms, and fucked him.
He was close, and what he wanted was to see his cum running down his husband’s thighs.
That was ALWAYS his goal.
“Fuck but I love my husband’s ass,” he muttered, as Graham looked over his shoulder at him, and the look…it turned him on even more.
It was a mix of desperation and need.
It was the hottest thing ever.
With one last slam home, he emptied his balls in Graham’s ass, but he was far from done.
Not.
Even.
Close.
What he wanted was more because he was a greedy bastard when it came to this man and his derriere.
Pulling out, he watched as the rush of cum followed, and he’d gotten his wish.
It ran down Graham’s thighs, making Michael hard again. Well, he’d need to refill his ass then.
Grabbing his wrists, he bound his hands behind his back this time, and when he was done, he laid back to get comfy.
“I want you riding me, Graham.”
Well, he didn’t have to ask twice.
He straddled his husband’s lap, and as Michael held his dick still, Graham got into position.
And he death dropped down his dick, making both men gasp and moan in pleasure.
“Holy fuck, but I love my life,” Michael stated, his body going tight with need all over again.
Graham slowly opened his eyes, and he felt drunk with need. Oh, and it was all this man’s fault.
He began riding, grinding down, and giving him one hell of a show.
“More,” Michael ordered. “Come on, Graham. Ride me like it’s our last time,” he said, pulling him down so hard it stole Graham’s breath.
He whimpered as his dick dripped cum again.