Page 48 of Delayed Penalty


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But Thad resisted for a moment, looking Graham in the eye and giving him a smug smile.

“You like that,” Thad observed with satisfaction.

“Yeah. Yeah, they’re really sensitive.” Graham bit his lip. “Do it again.”

So Thad kept going, swirling his tongue and flicking. Gently nibbling. Biting down harder.

He could feel every restless shift of Graham’s hips. See the way he arched into the sensation as Thad alternated between his nipples.

Thad braced an arm across Graham’s hips to pin him in place and kept going. And going. Until Graham’s nipples were reddened and puffy, standing up in stiff peaks from his chest and he twisted under Thad hard enough to nearly shake him off.

Graham let out a desperate little gasp and tugged at Thad’s hair. “I can’t … fuck, I can’t take anymore.”

He sounded so frustrated anddesperateThad felt an answering thrum of need in his body. He glanced down to see the tent of Graham’s cock in his team-branded sweats. Thad was suddenly grateful that they were gray instead of black. The lighter fabric showed the damp patch on them.

Thad’s mouth watered, wanting nothing more than to yank them down and suck Graham off until his eyes rolled back in his head and he yelled Thad’s name.

But he forced himself to go slow. “What do you need?” he asked, sitting back on his heels. “Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck,anything,” Graham pleaded.

“You shouldn’t say that to a guy like me,” Thad said, because fuck, Graham had no idea what he could do to him. What he wanted to do.

“I trust you,” Graham said, his tone turned stubborn.

Thad groaned and surged forward to give him a quick hard kiss before he settled his hand over the front of Graham’s sweats, loving the soft, needy gasp he let out and the way he bucked into the touch. For a few moments, Thad mapped out the length and width of Graham’s cock through the fabric, squeezing gently and feeling his immediate response.

Graham whined when Thad let go but he pressed their mouths together to reassure him he wasn’t going anywhere, then slipped a hand under the stretchy waistband.

Graham’s cock was hard and sticky at the tip, and Thad had made a few slow, firm strokes up and down his length before it hit him Graham wasn’t wearing underwear.

He’dplannedfor this.

“Dirty boy, indeed,” Thad said appreciatively.

Graham moaned.

With his free hand, Thad fumbled in his shorts for the lube he’d stashed there. “Gonna get you all slick,” he rasped as he pulled away long enough to spread some gel on his palm. “And then give you the best fucking handjob of your life.”

Was that cocky of him to say? Yeah, probably, but he’d become somewhat of an expert on the under-the-covers, surreptitious action to prevent the corrections officers from noticing and he damn well knew his way around a cock.

Graham shimmied his sweats down to mid-thigh and Thad grinned at him. “Eager,” he said appreciatively.

Graham shrugged and Thad would bet if the light was any brighter in the room, he’d have seen a flush of mottled color on Graham’s cheeks.

Thad got a slick hand on him and Graham let out a moan—a little too loud this time—so Thad covered his mouth with his own, muffling his sounds and kissing him deeply as he stroked.

He went slow at first, light, languid glides with a little tease of his fingers against the flared head.

Graham had a great cock, with a nice curve to it and a pronounced mushroom head. It felt so good in his hand, and he couldn’twaitto get his mouth on it someday. God, Thad could get addicted to the little catch in Graham’s breathing, the tug of his fingers in his hair, and the way he arched into the touch.

Eventually, Thad sped up a little, twisting his wrist as he stroked, timing every glide of his tongue against Graham’s with the rhythm of his hand.

After a little while, sweat broke out on Graham’s skin and his grip tightened in Thad’s hair, his whole body going rigid. He pulled away to gasp for air, his mouth open in a silent shout as his balls drew up and a shudder tore through his body.

“Mmm, yeah.” Thad sat back and sped his hand movements up, watching Graham’s reactions intently. “Come on, give it to me, baby. Give me all your cum, you dirty boy.”

Graham did.