Page 53 of Graves

Only our bodies are touching. While I brace one hand on the fridge behind him, he desperately searches for something to hold on to.

“Oh fuck!” he curses, overwhelmed by the heat between us.

I return to his earlobe, and Koh drops every restraint.

As if a switch flips, Koh drops every restraint. He quickly slides down my pants and frees my aching cock.

“Oh yeah,” I gasp as his hand wraps around my length. “Just like that.”

I push his pants down too and admire his beautiful dick—hard, throbbing, pointing right at me. My mouth waters.

I wrap my hand around him again. Koh shudders. I stroke his tip, rub the sensitive spot underneath, work his full length, and pull louder and louder moans from him.

“You’re driving me insane,” I say, stealing another kiss.

He gazes at me with lust-heavy eyes, mouth open and hungry for more, while he keeps stroking me.

I tilt my hips forward and lean in so our tips touch. Koh makes a soft, needy sound.

“You like that?” I ask, voice low.

He nods eagerly and thrusts up.

Smiling, I push his hand off my cock and rub our lengths together.

“Kuso…” Koh tips his head back, exposing his gorgeous throat.

Our precum mixes and the filthy sound of us sliding together gets even dirtier. I stroke us faster, pushing us both toward the edge.

Koh grips my shoulder and pinches my nipple. The sharp spark of pleasure makes me stroke us even harder.

“Yes,” he moans. “Just like that!”

I stare at him, not wanting to miss a second of shoving him over the cliff. He presses his forehead to mine, then throws his head back. When it becomes too much, he seeks my lips again.

His breathing is ragged and sweat glistens on his skin. He keeps thrusting against me, rubbing his cock on mine.

The muscles in my hand burn, but I don’t stop. I keep jerking us relentlessly.

Koh plays with my nipples, teasing the hard peaks and driving me out of my mind. When he slides his hand up to my throat and doesn’t just hold on but digs his thumb on the other side like he’s choking me, it lights the final fuse.

I crush my mouth to his, but I’m no longer capable of kissing. I’m barely holding back my own orgasm.

Koh’s face twists, his muscles tense, and he holds his breath.

“Oh fuck…” he forces out and squeezes my throat for a brief second. “I’m coming…”

A hot wave crashes over me, dragging me off the cliff.

“Oh God…” I groan, gasping for air. “Fuck!”

My body jerks as cum shoots out in thick pulses. Koh is right there with me, mouth open, lost in the rush.

I’m still bracing my left hand on the fridge while cum runs down my fingers and is about to drip onto my pants. But right now, I don’t care. My thoughts are slowly rebooting, and I can’t put the overwhelming emotions into words.

In five years in prison, I had plenty of chances to get off—sometimes not alone. But I never let another guy this close the way I just did with Koh. I never even considered kissing any of them. The grief over Ben had probably sat too deep for me to allow that kind of closeness.

And now I’m standing here in front of Koh, hand covered in cum, our tips still touching, while he holds on to my arm, breathing hard. A bashful smile plays on his lips and his dark eyes shine. The way he juts his jaw forward a little is just ridiculously sexy.