Three Part Harmony (The Road to Rocktoberfest 2024)

14. Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

Griffin

I simply couldn’t believe he was in my bedroom—wearing my clothes, that I had every intention of ripping from his gorgeous body within the next sixty seconds. I was stunned we’d finally made it to this point. I mean, I still needed to have a talk with Fizzbo about what a relationship with Mike would mean for my future employment with Ventura Security. But right now as I gawked at Michael’s obvious arousal pushing against my sweats he was wearing, none of that mattered except for the man standing in front of me with such an expectant expression on his serene face.

It’s one of the things I loved about Michael. Every emotion he was feeling swirled in his expressive eyes and I’d become an expert at reading each one. He captivated me on such a core level and not once had that happened in my life—until him.

I stepped closer to him and watched as he caught his plump bottom lip between his teeth. He almost looked a tiny bit nervous but that couldn’t be right. If either of us should be anxious it would be me, since I lacked experience in being with men, but I was hopeful Michael would show me what I was missing because I really wanted to explore this with him.

I took another step closer and Michael almost seemed to be vibrating, like he was holding back from launching himself at me. I realized in this moment that I’d be okay with that if he did take control. In so many areas of my life I was expected to be in charge. The idea of letting go and allowing someone else to take over sounded like bliss. The sheer idea of completely submitting to him had my cock growing painfully harder.

I held his heated gaze as I reached for the hem of his sweatshirt and tugged it over his head to toss onto the floor. Then I curled my fingers around the waistband of his sweatpants and pushed them down his legs for him to step out of. He kicked them to the side and inched closer to remove my clothing until we both faced each other wearing nothing but boxer briefs that more than displayed our erections through the tight, thin fabric.

His hands pressed to my chest and his fingers flared over my hot skin. “This still okay?” he asked in a whisper that felt more like a seductive caress .

“I’m more than good to go,” I said, almost breathless.

Michael’s fingers danced down my torso and then he took my hand to tug me toward the bed. We crawled onto the mattress at the same time and stretched out facing each other; our heads sharing the same pillow.

“Hello, gorgeous,” Michael said in a husky tone and his enchanting eyes danced with a desire that matched my own.

“Hi,” I replied on a long exhale.

“I want to ravage you so badly from head to toe, and every delicious spot in between,” he described to me slowly.

“Mmhmm, and I’m giving you a firm yes for all of it,” I said boldly, even though I was nervous as hell.

“Yeah?” he asked.

I managed a nod of approval and not much more because I was dangerously close to rolling on top of and mauling him.

“Tell me,” Michael whispered in between kisses against my lips, “…everything…you want me to do to you.”

He gave me a much longer kiss then, leisurely and so fucking sensual I thought I might literally melt into the sheets. He eased me fully onto my back and partially climbed over me with one leg draped in between my thighs. His chest pressed against my ribs and his nose nudged mine. “Griff, tell me. Please. I need to know where you see this going today.”

I wasn’t sure I could speak, never mind say something logical or coherent enough to make sense, but the smile I gave him was absolutely genuine, one I felt all the way to my farthest extremities. I ran my fingers through his dark, sandy waves and reveled in the ripple of peace and calm that was settling in my bones. I knew in that moment I was exactly where I was supposed to be, with a man that with just a sweet smile could turn me inside out. I suddenly had a level of clarity about my life, like my vision was abruptly restored and I could see everything as if it were under a microscope.

“I want everything—every damn thing with you,” I said softly. “I want to touch and be touched. I want to taste you, too. I want to feel you shoot down my throat and taste every drop you feed me. I want to kiss you for hours and grind our naked bodies together until we both get off. I want…”

He caught my words in his mouth when he covered my lips with his and I saw stars flashing behind my eyelids. No one had ever kissed me the way he did and I’d certainly never felt this many sensations at one time with anyone else either. Our kiss was deep and thorough enough that my toes actually curled in toward the arches of my feet. The aching bliss I was feeling made me want to soar above the clouds but no way was I leaving this bed with Michael pressed against me.

“Baby, the sexy words coming out of your mouth have me close to blowing a load without anything touching my dick,” he said in a gentle tone before he took another kiss that rendered me speechless all over again.

His mouth sucked on my jaw, then his tongue curled over my whiskered chin before he moved in closer to lick and bite my throat. I was losing my mind and couldn’t believe the magic he was working on me. I was on fire, skin sweating, heart hammering inside my chest, and wondering if I would survive this intense level of pleasure.

His lips continued to tease my nipples and across my chest. The beard stubble on his jawline rubbed through the swirls of chest hair covering my pectorals and lower through the line of dark hair that fed to my groin. He was getting dangerously close to my cock and I imagined I had a significant wet spot on the front of my boxers from my arousal.

Without any hesitation, Mike pressed his face into my groin and hummed loudly as he repeatedly inhaled and exhaled my scent. His hot breath seeped through the fabric and singed my shaft. Another burst of pre-come pulsed from my tip. He seemed to sense it because his mouth wrapped around the head of my cock right through the fabric and sucked hard. It was like he was trying to pull the fluid through my boxers to get the taste of me. I was unable to stop the tremble that shot through my body, quaking in one glorious shiver of ecstasy. This was too good and I knew I wouldn’t last if he kept this up.

“Oh, god,” I groaned and arched off the bed when he repeated the sucking and nipping at my cockhead.

“I need more of your taste in my mouth,” Mike said and his hands reached for the waistband of my boxer briefs. “Lift your hips for me.”

I did as he instructed and closed my eyes when I felt the drag of the damp fabric being tugged down my legs. I was naked for the first time to Michael’s lust-filled gaze. I’d never felt more exposed in all the best ways in my life but instead of shutting down, I spread my legs wider for him. I might as well have thrown out a welcome mat but I was beyond wanting to hide from this.

“Jesusss, you are gorgeous,” he sighed, elongating his words. His hands fanned over my hips while he took in the sight of me, laid out for his perusal, and my cock leaked like a faucet. He looked his fill and I swear his eyes felt like fingers caressing me. Then his sultry gaze lifted to meet mine and I could almost hear the crackle of heat pass between us.

Somehow I knew what he was asking without any words exchanged, which was a good thing because I was certain nothing but gibberish would come from my mouth. I nodded to acknowledge his unasked question and his head dropped to my dick. A beat later, his lips circled the crown and then he slurped his way down the shaft right to the root until his chin rested on my sac. I was completely embedded in the suction of his hot, wet mouth.

Even while his lips stayed still his antagonizing tongue kept working its way around my shaft, always keeping a firm suction on my cock. It was like an out-of-body experience, blending the very best parts of heaven with perfect slices of sin. Christ, he was good at this and I loved every sensual slide of his tongue. He worked me from tip to balls and then lapped at them until I thought I’d lose my mind. So many times he had me right at the edge of madness, only to back off and his sinful tongue would slide over another erogenous zone I didn’t know I had—like the spot behind my balls and then farther back to lick at my rim. How had I gone all these years without knowing this kind of pleasure? I needed to let go and come but it felt like he was deliberately preventing that from happening. I was just about to beg when I felt the pressure of a finger at my entrance.

“Holy fuckkk,” I hissed through clenched teeth as I squirmed on the bed, my legs obscenely spread and ankles resting on his shoulders.

“Yes?” Mike asked, looking for permission to continue.

“Definitely yes,” I panted, unsure as to what he had planned. Whatever it was, I wanted it. Badly.

And then his finger breached my hole and eased in about an inch. I bit my lip to prevent a scream from flying from my mouth. His tongue was at my hole again, licking around where his finger was poking into me and I spread myself impossibly wider in a silent invitation of wanting more.

He slipped his finger deeper inside me, then retreated a bit to curl the tip and rub against something that had me punching the air with my hips. Over and over he repeated his ministrations and I was hanging on to reality by a thread. He added a second finger and I was ready to claw my way up the wall to chase the orgasm just at my periphery. I wanted to come so bad I could taste it on the tip of my tongue.

“Oh my fucking…shit, shit, shit! I’m so close,” I pleaded.

Michael’s head popped up to see me. “Do you want to come on my fingers or would you like to fuck me?”

I wanted it every which way that was physically possible. But I was seriously close to coming and wasn’t sure there was enough time to properly prep enough for fucking. Plus, I was really loving what he was doing to me with his fingers and the subtle strokes and friction he was giving to my prostate.

“Another finger—please,” I begged.

And then I felt the added pressure of a third finger and more friction against my gland. It was too much and not enough at the same time and I had to allow myself to be consumed by this torturous pleasure. A second later Mike’s tongue went to work again on my hole as his fingers worked in and out of me, directly over my sweet spot. I unraveled a moment later and it felt like he’d pulled the orgasm from my deepest recesses. My hum turned into a growl that eventually roared from my mouth like some kind of animal. Michael kept working his fingers in my hole while his mouth kept a tight suction on my cock. Everything blurred into a beautiful kaleidoscope of stained glass colors that became sharper as the orgasm rushed from my body and directly into his mouth. His fingers rubbing on my prostate prolonged what was already an epic release and turned it into something I suspected no one had ever achieved in the history of orgasms. I fell back to earth in a limp heap on the bed with my heart stuttering and my brain scrambled.

After the last aftershock ricocheted through my spent body, Michael eased his fingers out of me and came up to lay a kiss on my mouth. I could taste my release all over his tongue and groaned from the erotic dirtiness of what we were sharing. Then I felt the subtle and repeated bump of his knuckles tapping against my stomach and realized he was jerking off.

“Let me,” I suggested and Michael’s hand stopped moving.

“You really want to?” he questioned .

“Absolutely,” I confirmed. “It’s my turn to make you lose your mind.”

Although it was true I’d never done this before, I was completely certain I wanted to try. In fact, I couldn’t wait to taste him. I sat up and Michael rolled onto his back for me. I wasted no time and peppered kisses and bites across his stomach and lower to suck on his hip. I could feel the heat of his cock scorching my cheek and almost dove on it with a vengeance but since he tortured me, I figured it was payback time for him—in the best of ways. At least I hoped I’d be good enough for it to feel like torture for him, but I was determined to be a quick learner.

It only took a couple of minutes before he was writhing on the bed like a sultry pole dancer would on a stage. Every place I licked or sucked evoked sounds from him that were so X-rated they belonged on a porn set.

“Goddamn—you’re driving me crazy,” Mike stammered.

I went for his rim with the same amount of enthusiasm and attention to detail as he’d done to me and a chorus of guttural moans and lewd groans flew from his mouth. I smiled with pride and glanced up at him from my position between his legs. He was pulling at his hair, head tossed back into the pillows and I knew he was about to lose his load. Without any hesitation I relaxed my throat and took what I knew he was about to feed to me.

“Holy fucking hell—oh god, yesss !” Mike screamed out into the room.

His release hit my tongue and I held his hips still so I wouldn’t spill a drop. I drank him down like his load was a New Year’s Eve champagne toast at midnight. Something inside me was awakened, like some kind of primal need had risen to the surface and now I couldn’t get enough. He was a narcotic to my system. I’d barely swallowed him down and I was already looking for another fix.

In all my years I’d never really been that blown-away from sex. Sure, I enjoyed it and the partners I’d had scratched the itch in that moment with. But with Michael…this went beyond the physical and into an uncharted emotional attachment that was completely new to me. Instead of rolling out of bed to put my clothes back on, like I’d normally be doing at this point, I moved up to lie beside him. I wanted to keep him as close as possible and wrapped my arms around him to tuck him against me.

My fingers stroked through his hair while our heartbeats and breathing returned to normal. Mostly, I couldn’t stop grinning and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. This moment was profound for me and the feeling of lightness at my deepest core was powerful. I had no idea what had just happened but I felt like a new man coming out of a thick fog I’d been in my entire life until now.

“That was fucking unbelievable,” he said against my chest. “You have some mad oral skills.”

I chuckled at his compliment, somewhat skeptical of his claim, but my ego was stroked nonetheless. It was enough to make me feel like a king. “You were incredible, too,” I said with complete sincerity. But what I felt went far deeper than the simplistic praise I’d offered him. I was going to need time to process the feelings I was wrestling with but for now I was going to enjoy my state of bliss and leave the questions for later.

Apparently Michael had different ideas. His fidgeting told me he needed to talk and waiting until later to dissect things that were out of his comfort zone weren’t an option. He lifted himself to rest his weight on an elbow and looked me in the eyes. His expression was beautifully open and vulnerable. Face still flushed from his release, and lips damp and swollen from our oral workout, he almost looked ethereal, like something not of this world. Maybe he wasn’t. It might explain why he blew me away on so many levels.

“It was good for you?” he asked, raw emotion making his eyes watery.

“It was great for me,” I confirmed.

His fingers pushed through my thin layer of chest hair and tugged. “I’m relieved to hear it but I want you to know that wasn’t a one and done for me,” he detailed. “I mean, I’m not expecting a marriage proposal because you gave me a mind-bending blowjob but I also don’t want to waste time playing the Does he like me or does he not game. I really like you, Griff—a lot, so there’s no mystery there about where my head is at when it comes to you. And what we just did…just fucking wow. I want to thoroughly explore this with you and see where it takes us.”

I wrapped my hand around the side of his neck and brought him closer to my lips. “Looks like we’re both on the same page then because I really like you, too.” My smile was wide and full of unspoken meaning that I could tell he understood .

“That’s good— really good,” Mike replied and I watched as some of the anxiety evaporated from him.

“It’s incredible, Michael,” I said and squeezed the nape of his neck while I took his mouth again. Truth was, I didn’t want to stop kissing him. I needed this connection like I needed the blood rushing through my veins. My kiss was feather-light but so full of everything I was feeling and I poured it right into his mouth with the breaths we were sharing. “One time with you would never be enough for me,” I admitted after our kiss ended.

He gifted me with another warm smile and nodded. “Good. I’m glad we shared our truth because playing games sucks and no one wins in the end,” he said.

He stretched out beside me again with his face snuggled into the bend of my neck.

Crazy and unbelievable as it seemed, we were both exactly where we wanted to be and I was content with that.