Chapter 6

Graham

The neighbors would talk. With me going inside Sam's house and not leaving, plus the fact that plenty of people saw us at the diner, we would be the talk of the town in the morning, more so than we already were. I couldn't bring myself to care.

The start to our relationship was just for us, and I didn't care what others thought. Sam didn't seem to either. If our first date ended with me staying the night, that was our business.

Once we were inside, he dropped his keys in the bowl on the stand next to the door, then walked to the kitchen. I followed him.

"So, would you like a cookie or a cinnamon roll? I think I might also have some cake in the freezer. Let me check—"

I grabbed his wrist before he could reach for the freezer door. "Sam. I didn't come inside for the dessert. At least not yet. I have other things on my mind, if you want."

"You do?"

There wasn't much space separating us. I had closed the distance between us. I watched his lips, and his gaze fell to mine. "I do. Just say the word if you don't want this to happen, otherwise I am going to devour you."

His eyes blazed with desire. "I think I'd like to experience that. I've never been devoured." His cheeks tinged a bright red.

I brushed my thumb over his cheek. "Such a shame," I said. "You were made to be worshipped." Even to my own ears, my voice turned husky and deep.

"Show me," he whispered.

I closed the last bit of distance between us. His lips puckered, expecting a kiss, but I went for his neck instead. He tasted divine, like all that time spent in the bakery had infused sugar and sweetness into his skin. There were hints of coconut and cream. He moaned as I kissed and licked over his neck. The sound went straight to my dick, and I hardened. As much as I wanted no clothing between us and Sam underneath me or on top of me or wherever he wanted to be, right now was about him and me learning his body.

My hands went to the buckle of the slim jeans he wore. Those were made to torture me, and they had been all evening. His buckle came undone easily enough, and I dipped my hand inside the waistband. I didn't dive further. There would be time for that. His skin was warm under my palm. Soft and smooth, his muscles were taut.

His hips bucked. "More."

I chuckled against his skin. "Right here? In your kitchen? You're wicked, Sam."

"Anywhere," he said. His voice had gone breathless with lust. I had intended to take him to his bedroom and worship him properly, but we could start here.

I dropped to my knees.

He nearly fell forward, but I caught him. The skin on his neck glistened where I had tasted him. I couldn't wait to have my mouth all over to him, to see if that sugary sweetness was everywhere.

He gasped. "Graham."

I pulled open his jeans and yanked them down. They peeled off him, and then his bottom half was naked in front of me, his perfectly buttoned shirt still on.

"Put your hands on the counter," I said.

His cock jerked in response. I licked it. "Does someone like commands?" I asked.

His head tipped back, his eyes closed. "Do something, Graham. I swear I'm going to come undone."

"Can't have that." I closed my mouth over the swollen mushroom head. He was just the perfect size to hit the back of my throat with my nose buried in the sparse hair around the base. One of my hands held his hip still, while the other fondled his balls. I hummed around his length.

I fought the urge to make this fast. I wanted to taste his cum, but I wanted to make it last also. I didn't want our first time be a rushed blowjob in his kitchen. He deserved more than that.

"Oh, fuck, Graham." His hand touched the back of my head, and I stilled, dropping him from my mouth.

I looked up at him. "Hands on the counter, kitten," I said.

He sucked in a breath, his pupils blown wide. He did as I asked.

I held his gaze as I trailed my tongue over the length of him. He shuddered. "You are torturing me."

"I am worshiping you." I placed a kiss on his shaft, then another to the base and another to his inner thigh. His skin twitched as if he was ticklish.

His legs shook. "Fucking hell, Graham. I'm going to come."

As much as I wanted to continue, I needed to taste him. I'd had every other creation he'd ever made, why not taste-test this one as well. I closed my mouth over him again and sucked him down. His hips jerked and cum hit the back of my throat. I gagged for a moment, then rallied and swallowed ever last drop. It was perfection. The sugary sweetness of his skin paired nicely with his spend.

I used my lips and tongue to clean his shaft before finally standing. My own legs were shaking from the effort. My cock pressed hard against the zipper of my jeans.

I closed my mouth on his and let him taste himself on my lips.

"You taste amazing," I said. "It might be my favorite dessert of yours."

He nuzzled against me, leaning heavily on me so that he didn't fall. "I don't want this night to end," he said.

I smiled. "Oh, it is just getting started."

Sam led me to the bedroom. I debated on continuing what we had started in the shower but opted for the bed instead. I slipped out of my clothes and helped Sam out of his shirt.

"Lie down on the bed," I said.

"Are you always in charge?" Even as he asked, he obeyed the command. He lay on the bed, his head resting on his pillow and his legs spread slightly. His cock had softened after the blowjob, but it was stiffening now.

"Do you not like it? I don't have to be."

The red on his cheeks spread over his chest to his rosy-pink nipples. "I don't mind."

I grinned. "Then I'll keep being in charge." I opened his side table drawer and found lube and condoms. I tossed them onto the bed.

Sam kept his gaze on me. He didn't shy away. Nor should he. He was a work of art.

Sam's legs opened for me as I settled between them. "Eager for me, kitten?"

"Little late now for me to play hard to get." Sam's smile lit up the room.

I coated my fingers with lube and pressed them to his opening. The pads of my fingers circled around his rim. I watched him for any reaction so that I may learn what he liked and didn't like. I wanted this, needed this, to be perfect for him. We had opened up the realm of possibilities and I needed to see where they went. His cock hardened, standing up straight.

"You respond so perfectly to me, Sam. Someday I'm going to eat your ass the same way I enjoy your baked cookies."

"Fuck, Graham!" Sam moved his hand like he was going to grab his cock, but I shot him a look and stopped teasing his rim. He put his hands back on the headboard.

"That's a good kitten."

After a few moments of teasing and finally stretching his hole, he was ready for me. And I was more than ready for him. My cock ached with need to be buried in him so that I could stuff him full of my dick.

"Now!" Sam grew impatient. He had been lying still for me, but now he thrashed, his legs unable to remain still.

I removed my fingers, sheathed my cock with a condom, then lined up to his hole.

Sam held me around my neck, and I pushed inside of him. His channel was tight, clenching around me and milking my cock. My release was too close, and I had to close my eyes; if I looked at Sam and saw the pleasure on his face, I'd come undone.

His fingers clawed at my back, drawing me deeper. His legs wound around my hips as I thrust into him.

"Fuck, Sam. You feel so fucking good." My words were less than eloquent. I'd do better next time. There would be a next time.

"Graham!"

"Touch yourself, Sam. Make yourself come."

He obeyed. His hand wrapped around his cock, and he stroked to the rhythm that I pounded into him. The sight of him coming pushed me over the edge, and within seconds, I was filling the condom with my release.

I held myself up on shaking arms while coming down from my post-orgasmic high. Sam's hand trailed down my back.

"Holy shit. Was that real?"

I chuckled into his neck, kissing the fading marks from earlier. "It was real. And we can do it again. I don't want you to think that was a fluke."

His hand trailed lower until his grasped my ass. His touch was light, more of a caress. "I'd really like that."

"Does that mean I can stay the night, kitten? I'm not ready for this evening to end."

"You can stay."

And I did.