Graham’s misery pulses between them like a live thing. Graham is aroused, his cock weeping, but he’s dropping farther and farther.
If this is his normal, if whatever this drug can get out of him is all they’ve got, then Graham Knox is totally screwed in the most unpleasant way possible.
“Do something. Colton.Colton. Please.” To hear the man beg but not be able to do anything tears him up inside.
“Fuck. I’m sorry, honey.” And he is. He won’t dothisagain. This can’t be the best course of treatment. This shouldn’t even be legal. There’s no pleasure, no lust, just dropping. And what’she supposed to do now that the scent of him, his closeness and dominance, are doing nothing to help Graham?
What if he’s making Graham worse?
Hell, he probably is. Graham’s body is closer to being fulfilled by a Dominant than ever, and he’s being denied. He’s a drowning man being handed a glass of water for a drink.
“Fuck this. I’m sorry. I am. You can beat the shit out of me after, but this ends now.” He puts a hand on Graham’s neck in a gentle but firm grip, and Graham’s head arches back, his cock spurts come, and his hips thrust forward, wanting more.
“Yes! So good. Thank you!” Graham shouts, the words choked out of him.
Colton wraps a hand around the submissive’s cock, jerking him quick and rough.
Graham writhes closer, groans, his brows pulled down into a frown, his eyes closed tight as pleasure rolls through him. Colton lets go of Graham’s neck and scoops up some of the come pooling onto the towel, then orders Graham to rise up.
“I’m going to finger you now. We need that, don’t we?”
Graham obeys, tries to open his legs more so Colton can reach him. He falls forward, unable to brace himself, and Colton uses one hand to keep Graham in the right position.
It’s too much and not enough. He kisses Graham gently, sweetly, trying to check in. The heat of Graham, the pull of his almost relentless and monstrous need, is trying to drag Colton in, urging him to do more, to consume Graham and take what he wants. To let his dominance fly, drag Graham along for the ride like an alligator that’s caught his prey. If Colton lets go just a little, he could take Graham down into the depths, twisting and rolling until they drown in each other.
He cannot do that.
Colton freezes, closes his eyes, struggles for calm. This isn’t about him. This isn’t anything to do with what he wants or needs.
“Don’t stop,” Graham whispers unhelpfully.
“Wait. Wait. Um, sit down. Fingering you is a bad idea. Sorry. Sorry, that’s me and what I want. I think.”
Graham shakes his head, lips brushing against Colton’s as he moans into his mouth, trying to encourage Colton to take more. “Want you in me. Your fingers, your cock. Please. It hurts.” He wriggles, trying to rub himself against Colton. It’s a hell of a persuasive argument.
“It hurts. I know. Poor thing. I’ll fix it, I promise.”
Graham calms a little at that, at Colton’s assumption of responsibility. It’s hard to think rationally. But Graham will come a hell of a lot harder if he has a finger in his ass. That’s just the biology of a submissive. But he doesn’t need Colton’s cock to come hard.
That’s the line. He’s almost positive. “I’ll touch you, you’ll come on my fingers, and that’s it.”
A whimper. “I need your cock in me.”
“No. No, that’snotright. We don’t do that. Don’t ask again.”
Graham drops his head back down to Colton’s neck, chastised.
“Shh, it’s not you. I want you, fuck do I want you. But this has to be enough, baby. Trust me. Trust me,” he murmurs, shoving his tongue possessively into Graham’s mouth. He slides his hand into Graham’s pants, the heel of his hand firmly pressed against Graham’s tight balls. Colton’s fingers slide against the smooth skin of his perineum. But Graham is hot and sweaty and Colton can tell by the way he tenses that Graham isn’t happy about that.
“You’re beautiful. It’s okay.”
“No, wish I was,oh!” Graham’s words cut off as Colton finds the burning heat of his hole.
What wouldn’t Colton give to put his cock there? He wants to sink into the inferno and clutching grip of Graham’s ass. Colton groans and kisses Graham, urging him to stay still as he rubs over his tight opening. Graham’s cock spills in heavy spurts, not an orgasm but close. Enough to help.
“Good boy. So good. Look at you. I’m so proud.”
“Thank you, fuck, oh fuck, Colton!” he gasps. “Deeper!” Graham rises up, eyes liquid and wide as he gazes at Colton, begging for penetration.
