Chapter Three
Graham
The only thing I want to fuck right now is you.
From the moment Leland whispered that gem to hit the reset button on our day, my thoughts converged in a single trek of endless options of how, where, and what I wanted.
Too consumed with the need to get us back on track the best way we both knew how, his abrupt shift in mood and intent didn’t bother me.
But it should have been a warning I could see from a hundred miles away given what I knew about him, and for some reason, held in his lust-heated gaze, it wasn’t.
Maybe it was because it was us.
We lived hard, played hard, argued hard, and loved hard. Even when our libidos were sated, it was only a prelude to fucking again. A good argument; foreplay. Sex in all circumstances was the way we rode the rough and smooth patches of two men sharing a single life.
Hit the reset button with a fuck and all would be well with Graham and Leland again. It was damn near a marital rule. Hell, it worked for us—conflict resolution via cocks—and personally I thought more marriages could benefit from a standard of unconditional fucking.
I reveled in the feel of his body closing in on mine, and the zap of his touch when his fingers brushed my skin as he undid the buttons on my shirt.
His cheek was close to mine as he leaned over to hasten finishing the last few, his breath bathing my salivating mouth. “Don’t look at me that way, Graham. I can’t concentrate on what I’m doing. And the faster I’m inside you, the faster I’m going to feel like I’m home.”
He jerked off my shirt and tossed it on the floor then ran my spine with his tongue. He used that naughty mouth of his to tease the final way on my neck, and my blood-filled cock begged to get out of my shorts. His fingers danced once across my bugle before he lifted his face to look at me.
“Get those off now,” he ordered, all bossy Leland demanding and twitching with want.
Thank fuck.
We moaned into each other’s mouths in a kiss that wasn’t really a kiss, and like a gangly tiger he sprang around my body—still sitting on the edge of the bed—and filled the space between my legs.
“I need you, Graham. More than you’ll ever need me, and right now—”
My hand shot out, tightly surrounding his erection, as the other clutched his jaw and crashed his mouth to mine.
“Enough talk, Leland,” I growled as my ass clenched in anticipation. He was quick to get me naked from the waist down.
Leaning back with my arms behind me, I admired our matching full erections. He stepped in to me, trying to get both of them in a single a hand.
“I love your cock, the way it looks next to mine,” he rasped, breathless. “And I love the way it feels in your ass. How you tighten around me until we’re a perfect fit.”
I was damn near crawling out of my skin after that, but these moments of Leland’s rambling declarations were a surefire tell of how glorious the fuck would be. Right now it teetered in my lust-fueled neurons between a nine and a ten. Ten being we wouldn’t be able to move for the rest of the day.
Our rods brushed in passing as his fingers stroked up our lengths. A wolfish grin made an appearance on his face. “Do you plan to stand there admiring my cock all day, Lee, or are you going to claim this ass? Wait too long and I might not be able to let you.”
Like an anxious beast, he went for the lube on the nightstand, and my thoughts briefly drifted away in a tantalizing picture of a little before-fuck sixty-nine as my gaze followed his sexy body and outstretched appendage as he slicked himself up.
He dropped to his knees before me, sinking his mouth down on my rod as his fingers slicked and teased my hole. Over and over he plunged my erection deep into his throat as he alternated between rolling my balls and filling me with his fingers.
In. Out.
Sac caressed.
Slurp followed by nerve-jolting suction.
He was prepping the LZ like a man on fire, and I burned as I waited for him to ignite the blaze.
His mouth tightened around me as he stroked my tip with his tongue, then he pulled back, face averted like he was resting his forehead on my dick.
That’s when I lay back on the bed with unmistaken invitation and conveyance of my wants.
I wanted him in me now.
With my ass on the edge of the bed.
Looking up at my man as he stood between my legs and rode me hard. Watching his face tauten with desire.
Drinking in every drop of how his orgasm took possession transforming beatific Leland into my man.
How he looked when he fucked me was what made him mine. It was what told me I owned him as much as he owned me.
I groaned as he pushed his way inside me and stilled. I flexed my muscles around him in silent supplication that I was beyond ready for him to pound me into the mattress.
The skin across his face tightened.
His body became a mass of quivers as he struggled for control.
“Fuck, babe, don’t just stand there with your rod in my ass. Fuck me now so it feels like you’re home,” I ordered roughly in the closest thing I could manage to being romantic.
His amber gaze turned the brightness of a shooting star, and his body lurched into mine in that perfect match of strength and power, with Leland slamming hard into me and me watching every minute of him doing it that flashed on his face.
We felt the vibration of each other’s grunts and moved our bodies like this was everything.
It was everything.
We were everything.
And I was never more certain of the truth of that than when Lee fucked me hard this way and cried out in pleasure at getting my cock to erupt as his hot jets filled me.
He collapsed against me, bringing us flat to the bed, coating both our abs with my cum from his movement, and I waited…waited…ah, at last, I felt his finger wiggle between us.
“Yes, now I’m home.” He brought a taste of my spunk to his lips and savored it.