“Please, please fuck me now.”
Mack comes back in then. He gives Colton a look. They both know that Graham needs to be fucked to fully settle and go as deep as he needs to. “This isn’t about you. Give him what he needs.”
His cock is throbbing, agrees wholeheartedly with the plan. Graham is his. He is. And the Dominant in him is howling at him to fuck Graham and stay buried in him all night long.
He can’t, though. Not this way. When he isn’t sure the consent is freely given.
“I need another option. He’s not cognizant and able to consent.”
Graham tenses. “I want you. I do. It’s you who doesn’t… Being with me ruins your whole life. I wasn’t your choice; I’m your job. And you… you don’t feel likemyjob. You feel like… like you’re mine. Fuck, I just wish you weremine.”
“Iamyours. I’d give anything to have you. But I’m not good enough for you and half an hour ago you agreed with me.”
“I don’t get paid enough for this. Graham, do you consent to anal penetration?” Mack asks, voice loud.
“Yes,” he says seriously. “If… if he wants to.”
“I do. Of course I do!” How can Graham doubt that?
“Well, there you go. Invite me to the wedding. Show him your hole, honey. You know he won’t be able to resist then.”
Graham grunts and shoves himself back, catching himself before he falls off the cot, clumsily turning as he obeys. And then he’s shoving his ass into the air, legs spread, his glistening hole on display. Colton can see him clenching around the plug. Graham reaches behind himself, grabs the plug, and pulls it out. His hole is open, flushed with arousal. He takes the cock ring off, too.
Mack chuckles, throws Colton a tube of lubricant, and goes back to the door. “You’re going to get this done, right?”
“Please,” Graham begs and Colton surrenders. He shoves down his underwear and coats his cock in lube. He drapes himself over Graham’s back and faintly hears the door shut again.
He lines his cock up and presses steadily into Graham’s hot, slick hole. Graham clenches weakly against him, some instinctive physical reaction to protect himself. Colton kisses his neck, makes a sound, and whispers in his ear. “Open, sweetheart. You gotta let me inside you now.”
“Do you want me?” Graham asks, voice a whisper.
“More than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my entire life. I’ll only leave you if you make me. It won’t ever be my choice to give you up.”
“I need to believe you. Make me believe you. That I’m… everything. I know I’m not as good as the other ones, but I?—”
“You’re wrong, Graham. You’re perfect. I’ll make you believe it, baby,” he says and lines himself up to Graham’s swollen hole.
17
Colton presses the head of his cock against Graham’s hole and Graham cries out at the sensation. The heat of his pre-come, the hormones inside it, sting.
It’s perfect.
“You think I gave Jonah my cock like I’m gonna give it to you? Honey, the things I’m gonna do to you…” he breathes, voice dark. “You’remine,” he growls and spanks Graham’s hole with the heavy weight of his cock. Then he’s lining up the head, breaching him quickly. It’s going to be rough.
Colton needs him urgently.
“Prove it. Use me, Colton.” Graham feels like he’s being rent in two, the plug nothing compared to the size of the cock sinking into him. Colton is steady and relentless, and Graham’s walls clench and protest at the quick invasion.
“Hurts.Hurts!Colton. Sir! Yes, thank you!” He groans and shudders in relief, the pleasure of pain pulsing through him, forcing his muscles to relax and give in to the needs of his designation.
“Of course it does, sweetheart,” he says, crooning the words like they’re nice. As if the pain is a gift.
“My gift,” Graham murmurs, already starting to drop into a submissive headspace.
“There you go. This is what you needed, isn’t it, baby? When I use you to get mine, that’s what happens, baby. Taking my big cock so fast hurts.” Colton groans and presses him down into the cot, then takes Graham’s mouth with a hard kiss.
The pain grows and morphs as Colton cores deeper, heavy and oppressive on top of him. He’s lightheaded for a second, limbs weak, and he knows that’s his submission, that he’s supposed to feel like that when he’s surrendering to a Dominant, but he’s never felt it before. It’s equal parts scary and pleasurable. He might hate it.
