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“My brains leaked out the moment you touched my dick. But to know you don’t have a gag reflex… for all that is good and pure in the world, how the fuck will I survive that?”

“Oh, that reminds me, I’m not done. If I’d known you felt like heaven shoved all the way down my throat, I would have unbuttoned your pants and sucked you off on the first night. But since you’re safe in bed, I’m going to end what I started.”

I backed up and braced my feet on the floor before reaching for the rest of his clothes. With jerky movements, I slipped them down his body before discarding them on the chaise in the corner. But before I dropped to my knees, Graham sat up and tugged me in for a kiss, and I groaned as his tongue dove inside.

“I won’t survive if you put your mouth back on me.”

The side of my lips quirked up as the filthiest thoughts washed over me. Unable to keep silent, I said, “I got a taste of you as I pulled off, which wasn’t even close to enough. I wanted you to fuck my throat until I swallowed your come, but you held back. This time, I’m not playing around. I’ll shove your cock down my throat, swallowing and moaning like the slut I am for you, until you lose control and fuck up into me, trying to drown me with your release.”

For a long minute, I grew silent as I let my words sink in, and then continued.

“After, I’ll be a good boy and drop face down on the bed with my hips up in the air, begging you to eat my ass before you fill me with your cock.”

When he dropped back down on the bed and covered his eyes with his forearm, letting out a choked sound, I pressed my lips to the corner of his mouth, moving down until I reached his nipples, sucking one into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, before drawing a moan and moving to the other. My tongue traced over the flexed muscles of his stomach, down the cut of his hips, and without stopping, I engulfed his hard, leaking dick in one smooth movement.

“Fuck!”

With Graham, I experimented with all the ways to draw pleasure from him, savoring the pleasant gasp whenever my tongue swept the base of his cock or when I nuzzled my nose in his pubes and gulped. As his moans became louder and his hips punched forward, unable to control his need, I pinched the base of his cock and pulled off.

My voice, hoarse and ragged, shivered over him, “Next time, I want to lay back on the bed with my head dangling off and you can tell me if you can see your cock in my throat as you plunge deep inside, using me for your pleasure.”

I gave him no time to think about what I said. My lips pursed over the head and I swirled my tongue around it before sinking down and swallowing. I groaned aloud when he cupped the back of my head and pushed me down as his hips shot up in swift jerking motions, fucking my mouth and throat. With a deep, guttural curse and then my name shouted from his lips, he surrendered to his orgasm and gifted me with stream after stream of come.

I kneaded his ass with my hands as my eyes drifted closed, savoring Graham, until I sensed his dick was growing sensitive. Not jostling him, I inched back until I reached the head, my breath panting in and out of my chest as though I ran a marathon. My tongue flicked up, licking the last of his essence, before I collapsed back onto the floor.

“Neko?”

“Hmm?”

“Was that for my birthday?”

There I was, doing a glorious imitation of a starfish on the ground, the lower half of me clothed, yet damp with my dick perking up and salivating for whatever would come next. All the while working on catching my breath as pride surged through me as I recalled the way Graham let go and allowed me control of his pleasure. The buzz from watching Graham fall apart caused a sense of euphoria so overwhelming, his comment, which might have been interpreted as hurtful in any other context, made less of an impact.

“Yeah,no, that wasn’t because of your birthday. The presents and the cake and preventing my well-meaning family from singing to you because that would have been torture no one needs. That was all for your birthday. Trust me, love, when I touch you, or kiss you, it’s because I crave that connection with you and for no other reason.”

There was a huff from the bed and although I could’ve looked, my bones were jelly and opening one eye required more movement than I was capable of at the moment.

“I knew it was offensive when it started coming out of my mouth. But my ability to shut off my self-insulting thoughts while making it sound like an accusation toward you is a talent few men possess. Aren’t you lucky?”

A giggle burst from deep in my chest and with a sudden need to be close to him, I stood on shaky legs and launched myself next to him on the bed. Rather than landing on the mattress, the solid man caught me in his arms before capturing my lips in a searing kiss.

“Yes, I am. I’m thinking about playing the lottery and when I win, we’re going to Fiji,” I huffed out.

The smile he granted me was a shot of warmth and love, which settled around my heart.

“I love seeing you like this… all relaxed and giggly.”

Graham scoffed, albeit with a smile on his face. “I do not giggle.”

“Well, I say I’m right and you’re wrong and now we’ll move on.”

He turned toward me and his hand opened over my stomach, his fingers tickling my side, as he dragged his skin against mine, causing me to gasp and throw my head back. I savored the caress as the stroke continued up, the sensation warming, sending tingles through me as I arched into him.

“Do you like that?”

“All of it, love. Whenever I have your attention, I can’t get enough.”

I waited in anticipation as he drifted closer, and blinked in surprise when he pressed his lips to my cheek and said, “What I’m about to do is the most unorthodox way of committing myself to you. But then again, our development from the shortest friendship in history into a loving partnership where I can say, in all honesty, took me by surprise in the best way, is the greatest example of how perfect we are for each other.”