Chapter 51
Graham’s wish was Brent’s command. Applying more of his weight, the ripped, muscled stud eased his cock further into Graham’s sweet hole.
“God, your insides feel like satin on my head.” His body heaved a shudder at the tickle of his crown sliding deeper into Graham’s body, the walls of his hole caressing his tip with a gentle, blissful squeeze.
“Meanwhile, your dick,” Graham replied, “must be made out of steel. What on earth do you feed this thing?”
Brent resisted the urge to chuckle. “I’m not sure if my diet’s got anything to do with it, but I can assure you he gets plenty of physical activity.”
Graham’s own attempt not to chuckle proved unsuccessful. Besides, based on their last few days together, he knew Brent wasn’t kidding. Stretching his arms forward, he arched his back to present his ass with even greater prominence.
The view earned him a hungry growl from Brent behind him.
“Fuck, baby.” He licked his lips at the sight of his shaft on its way into Graham’s hole, nothing but the head swallowed inside so far.
Every fiber of his being yearned to ram the rest of his rod fully, deeply, and completely into Graham’s ass then—do not pass Go, do not collect two hundred dollars, just straight to all-out plowing that sweet, gorgeous hole.
Still, he restrained himself. Why rush such a perfect, hot-as-fuck moment? He did, after all, promise Graham he’d take it slow.
And he was nothing if not a gentleman.
Little by little, he continued breaching his man. Graham’s hole certainly didn’t open up easily, but then again, neither had the man himself.
If Graham could finally let Brent in, though, then it was just a matter of time before his hole did, too.
“That’s it, stud.” Brent’s voice was low and steady. “Relax yourself into this hard, fat rod.”
The remark drew a smile from Graham. He was going to do this, he encouraged himself. He was really, truly, actually going to do this.
And it was going to be the hottest goddamn sex of his life.
“Fuck, your cock is big, Brent.” Wincing, Graham pressed himself further back on the raw, hard tool. Its girth pressed ruthlessly against his insides. Never in his life had he felt himself so stretched.
Backing out now, though, was not an option. He’d started on this journey, and he’d be damned if he let himself quit before the job was done.
To completion.
“How far are you in, baby?” He released a heavy sigh.
“Halfway there,” Brent replied, slow and steady.
Graham practically did a double take. Halfway there? Half. Way. There? Jesus Christ, how was this just half of Brent’s dick? Had this thing grown even bigger since he’d started putting it in him?
Jesus, he really hadn’t been prepared for what he’d signed up for.
“I believe in you, stud,” Brent reassured as if he’d just read Graham’s mind. “Something tells me this ass, even despite how tight it is, has taken its fair share of meat? Do I have that right?”
Graham felt himself turn red. “Well…”
“I said,” Brent repeated, firmness reentering his voice, “do I have that right…slut?”
That did the trick. No sooner had the words left Brent’s mouth than Graham’s hole opened up wide.
Brent’s hard, ten-inch fuck rod slid into place effortlessly.
“Hoooly fuuuck, Graham.”
It was the voice of someone seeing stars.
Graham, for his part, sure was seeing them.
“Oh, my god, Brent. You’re all the way in!” He braced himself against the shockwave surging its way across his system, the epicenter buried deep in his core—right where Brent’s cockhead was at that very moment throbbing blissfully against his insides.
“I sure am, baby,” Brent replied with pride. “I sure am.”
Graham let loose a sigh of pleasure as his body relaxed around Brent’s anatomy inside him. This was what he wanted. This was what he’d been waiting for.
This was exactly what he’d been dreaming of from the moment he’d first laid eyes on this man.
“Holy fuck, Brent. I can’t believe we’re actually doing this.” His voice bobbed in time with the slow bucking of Brent’s hips.
“Well, believe it, baby,” Brent replied as his thrusting began, “’cause you’ve earned this cock.”
Bit by bit, the world faded away as Graham relished in the reverie of being fucked by Brent Danvers.
His girthy pole sliding into him…
Sliding out of him…
And sliding back in him again.
Over and over as if time had ceased to exist.
Man, could he do this forever.
A pesky thought pulled him then from his bliss. This was exactly what he’d been worried about.
Brent’s cock was good. Like, stupid good.
So good he didn’t know how he was going to go on living without it.
He’d officially gotten himself hooked.
The night before he was to leave Mistletoe Grove for good.
Man, he really had chosen chaos.
But that was a problem for tomorrow Graham to solve. Maybe he’d come to regret this in the morning, but as far as tonight went, he intended to enjoy every magical moment.
“I want you to fuck me harder, Brent.”
The plea spurred a grin from the cocoa maker. “Well, in that case, I think I have an idea.”
A pang of distress rocked Graham as, without warning, Brent pulled his dick from his hole. He can’t be stopping now, the voice in his head panicked. Not after they’d just gotten started with the good stuff.
A dull ache spread across his system at the sudden loss of fullness.
Never had he imagined what he’d been missing all this time.
The completeness he’d never known until Brent had filled him up the way only a true man could.
The void left behind now by the absence of his pole in Graham’s body was agony.
He needed that cock in him. Needed it swelling deep against his core.
Needed it completing the missing piece inside.
Fuck, he had it bad.
Thankfully, his distress did not persist long. The next thing Graham knew, he found himself spun around on his back.
Jesus Christ, the way Brent could toss him around. That alone was enough to make his blood rush.
“Thought it was time to switch it up,” Brent offered by way of explanation. “You know, see things from a different perspective.”
And what a perspective it was. Graham let his head fall back against the mattress. Brent was hovering directly overhead—his muscled, tan, and furry chest and torso on full, glorious display.
The sight was manhood at its finest.
Especially the manhood currently raging between Brent’s thighs. Geez, that thing was still standing fully at attention.
As if it was begging to be back inside Graham pronto.
Because if that was the case, Graham could not possibly have agreed with Brent’s dick more.
“Put it in me, Brent.” His crystal eyes sparkled with yearning.
The sight drew an immediate smile from his companion. “How could I say no to a face like that?”
Without further ado, he grabbed Graham by the ankles and hoisted his legs over his head.
“Fuck, I don’t think I could ever get tired of looking at your beautiful hole, Graham.” Licking his lips, he slapped the tip of his cock against Graham’s now considerably looser entrance, admiring the view of what awaited them both.
Just the touch of Brent’s dick, that magic wand whose spell Graham had now completely fallen under, spurred a quiver on his rim that sent tingles across his system. It had only been moments that he’d gone without this beast inside him, but somehow, those moments had stretched out into an eternity.
And he much preferred when it was him getting stretched.
Graham felt his heart jump up into his throat as Brent stepped one foot up on the bed. “I’m gonna need plenty of leverage with how I plan to fuck you next,” he explained, smirking devilishly.
The remark triggered another adrenaline spike in Graham. Oh, fuck yes.
Right hand on his cock, the left holding Graham’s ankles clean up to his ears, Brent prepared to mount his partner once again.
This time, he slid in effortlessly.
He exhaled a sigh of bliss. “Seems like your hole remembered me.”
Graham likewise sighed in pleasure. “How could it forget? Your dick fits in me like a glove.”
Almost as if we were made for each other, the voice in his head finished.
He chose to ignore the thought.
Taking control, Brent drove himself into Graham. His pace had picked up slightly, but he maintained a controlled rhythm.
“Fuck, baby,” he said as he bucked. “I think your hole likes this.”
Graham nodded eagerly in response. “Are you kidding me? My hole fucking loves this.” His eyes rolled back in his head as waves of pleasure flowed across his body in sync with Brent’s thrusts, as if each advancement of his rock-hard rod continued its momentum across Graham’s every fiber.
He refocused his sight to take in the view of the man overhead. All of Brent’s muscles worked in harmony, delivering a rhythm that united their bodies as one. His movements, fluid and smooth, seemed to come effortlessly. As if this man had been literally made to fuck.
Graham smiled in spite of himself. Who would have thought? A bona fide sex god here in Mistletoe Grove.
Perhaps the holidays did have some magic, after all.
Up above, Brent seemed to be slowly losing himself to bliss. A low, guttural growl droned from his lips, as if he was descending into a primal, animal state.
Oh, hell yeah, Graham thought to himself. Get ready, ’cause you’re about to get fucked.
Like fucked-within-an-inch-of-your-life fucked.
Now this was his kind of Christmas gift. He grabbed onto his ankles to prepare himself.
Nothing, however, could have truly prepared him for the domination he was about to receive.
With Graham—still on his back—doubled over beneath him, Brent propped his hands on his partner’s hamstrings. With all his weight, he forced himself down onto him, driving his erection deep into Graham’s very core.
“Ohhh, fuuuck,” Graham moaned, considerably louder than he should have.
If Brent had noticed, though, he sure hadn’t shown it. Apparently, his lizard brain had now fully taken over. He’d officially entered his most essential nature.
An unflinching, unyielding, and unrelenting fuck machine.
Graham registered his heart beat double-time. Finally, he was about to get used and abused.
Just like he’d wanted.
Brent’s whole chest expanded as he took in a deep breath.
Time slowed to a crawl as Graham waited in anticipation. Fuck, this stud was about to give it to him good.
He felt his hole tremble at the thought of what awaited. Finally, after what had seemed like an eternity, Brent’s lungs had reached their fill.
The time had come.
Time for Graham to get the absolute fucking of his life.
Because tonight, he was one good boy who was definitely making the naughty list.
“Fuck me, Brent. Fuck me with everything you’ve got.”
Perhaps in hindsight, he should have been careful what he wished for.