“Damnit, Kaine, I said no,” Graeson grumbled angrily, frustrated that the afterglow from their shower blowjobs had been ruined by yet another argument. “There has to be another way. I won’t hurt innocent people just to get back at Trent.”
“Get back at him? Are you kidding me? I’m not trying to get back at him! I want to freakin’ bury the guy.” Kaine stared disbelievingly at Graeson. They’d been in Houston for the past week preparing for the Tri-H benefit and so Graeson could officially hand over controlling interest of the company to Tyler and Olivia. They now held equal shares, though Tyler would be CEO and Graeson’s role in the company would be minimal.
Kaine had told Graeson his plans to confront Trent with proof of his numerous affairs and his affinity for violent gay sex. The private investigators that Honey hired had written statements from several barely legal prostitutes proving that Trent paid well for his perversions – with his wife’s money. Trent would either back off with the attacks or they would make sure his wife and family were made aware of the real reason Trent was no longer with Hardin Offshore. Personally, Kaine thought they’d be doing Trent’s wife a favor, exposing her husband for the sick creep he was.
Graeson peered at Kaine, lying on the bed in nothing but his flattering boxer briefs, his shaft now only semi-erect, though still quite enticingly displayed. Despite his irritation, Graeson smiled sexily at his livid lover and drawled in that thick Texas accent that never failed to shoot straight to Kaine’s groin, “Sweetie? Do we have to fight? All’s I wanna do is fuck you silly, and then take you for a nice walk through the Theater District. Maybe do a lil’ dancing, have some dinner….” Graeson slowly crawled his way up the bed, stalking his lover on all fours, kissing up Kaine’s legs and stopping to place a lingering kiss on Kaine’s hip through the material of the boxers. He felt Kaine’s abdominals jump as he spread his legs, allowing Grae better access.
Kaine had been lounging in bed reading the latest information Honey had emailed him and had exploded at the write up in the Chronicle’s business section hinting that Graeson Hardin, CEO, was being forced out due to friction within the company. Trent wasn’t screwing around. Kaine thought it was time to shut him down unquestionably, but Graeson wouldn’t budge.
“Umm, where you at, sweetie?” Graeson placed a gentle, but firm bite to Kaine’s hardening cock to make him focus. Kaine hissed through his teeth, his back arched off the bed.
“Ohh babe, yes, yes, okay....” Kaine relaxed back into the rumpled bedding. Yeah, he was very much focused now. Kaine fisted his hands in the cool sheets; shivers prickled his skin as Graeson began to suck the head of Kaine’s cloth-covered cock, sucking up the precome through the fabric.
“Fuck, sweetie, you taste good. Umph, damn good,” Grae hummed and continued his assault on Kaine’s rapidly hardening penis.
Kaine’s hips lifted, forcing Graeson to capture his hips in a bruising hold to keep him planted on the mattress.
“No, no. Nice n’ slow. My way.”
“God, Grae, I need. Please.”
“I know you do, sweetie. Patience,” Grae crooned, sending vibrations through Kaine’s prick. He reached up to twirl Kaine’s hardened nipple between his thumb and index finger, his own cock weeping in anticipation. He pinched hard and heard the scream and curse he was looking for. Kaine in pure pleasure.
“Fuck, Grae! Yeah, that’s it. Get on with it.” Kaine squirmed on the bed, pumping his hips, trying to grab hold of Grae’s hair and make him go faster. Ever since the night Grae had held a sleeping Kaine through his wet dream while he hollered dirty words, Grae couldn’t get enough. In the throes of passion, his sweet, unassuming Kaine became a demanding, bossy, vociferous maniac and it turned Graeson on to no end. He loved to push Kaine until he finally lost himself in their loving and released all his aggression and passion by screaming out the filthiest words Grae had ever heard.
Grae stopped sucking and pulled Kaine’s cock out of his boxers and grinned up at Kaine. “Damn, sweetie, I never get tired of looking at you.” And hearing you. “So fine.” Grae took a rough lick at the underside of Kaine’s thick, pulsing cock before he dove down to inhale him all the way to the balls, his own balls drawing up tight at the sounds Kaine unleashed.
Graeson breathed in the fresh scent of Kaine’s favorite soap underneath the heady musk of arousal. The man was so fucking sweet. Graeson began to suck frantically, losing his rhythm entirely as he fought his intense need to swallow his lover whole while Kaine called out fabulously filthy words.
Oh, shit, shit! Grae’s balls tightened and pulled up close to his body, his cock jerked violently as creamy spurts of cum shot forward onto the crisp, white sheets. Grae’s nuts emptied, he came hard and fast without so much a touch from Kaine’s hands.
Kaine hollered, “Yeah, you’d better fucking swallow it all, goddamn it!” Muscles taut as the final spasms of his mind-blowing orgasm pulsed through his body, his hands fisted in Grae’s hair. God, Kaine felt so completely and fully loved by this man.
Looking down into the pleased, flushed face of his beautiful Grae, Kaine was breathless with love. He’d waited, knowing that the love that began to grow over ten years ago had never died. It had simply gotten stronger and now Kaine knew it could never be destroyed. There was no man strong enough for that. Drenched with sweat, Kaine finally collapsed, boneless and completely at his man’s mercy. Ten-year wait? So ‘effin’ worth it.