Chapter 15 #3
His foot goes onto my chest, keeping me down, and I do nothing to fight him off. I watch as he undoes his pants, pulling them and his underwear down his legs until he’s completely naked. He kicks them off and twists his shirt around his waist, showing off his hard cock.
His knees hit the dirt as he straddles me, shuffling up my body until his cock is at my lips.
“Gonna sit on your face,” he says as he stares down at me.
I give him the slightest nod, and he spins around, his ass right on my face. My hands reach up, parting his cheeks, and I inhale deeply. He smells good, like a fresh shower, like he washed more than his face when he disappeared back into the house. He must have known this was going to happen.
He knew he’d win.
He knew I’d let him.
My tongue lashes out, and he groans lowly, his body vibrating with need and with the stroke of his hand on his cock.
I drag my tongue up and down his crack, rimming him the best I know how. Just like I like it. And it seems to be working because he’s panting now, his fist moving up and down his cock faster.
“Fuck, Witkoff. You are such a good kisser. My mouth. My ass,” he groans as I sink into him, his chin hitting his chest, his ass grinding down on my face, wanting more. And I give it to him. My tongue is wet and slippery, pushing into his hole until I can’t go any farther.
He reaches down and fumbles with my pants, pulling my cock out as I eat him. He groans and strokes both of us in tandem as I lick his hole.
When he erupts, his rim contracts around me, and the thought of my cock one day being inside of him has my dick exploding with desire.
When he finally falls off me, his body landing near mine in the dirt, he turns to glance at me with flushed cheeks.
“That was a mistake—”
“Why?”
“Because you were right. They could see us if they really wanted to. I just don’t give a fuck at this point. Let them see.”
“Shit,” I murmur, tucking my cock away as quickly as I can. Why didn’t he tell me this? Why does he continue to lie to me?
I sit up, but he doesn’t move. His shirt is rucked up around his neck, his flaccid cock lying against his thigh. “Colton, you need to get up.”
“Yeah, I will.”
He doesn’t move, just closes his eyes like he’s going to sleep.
“Stop fucking lying to me, Colton. I mean it. Tell me the truth from now on.”
He peeks an eye open and sighs. “You’re right. Shit. I’m sorry. I just…I’ve been in this alone for so long. I’m doing it to protect you, you know? To keep you out of this mess.”
“Well, I’m in it now. Just let me in so I can help you.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I will. Now let me nap for a minute.”
I don’t grant his request, even though I want him to relax for just a minute. But neither of us can afford to linger here. He doesn’t seem worried, but I am. They could still find other ways to get dirt on him. They could use blackmail against him.
And I don’t want to be that.
I want to be more.
Reaching down, I haul him up, and he grunts as he falls against me. He looks relaxed and loose. I did that to him, I think as I straighten his clothes, wanting to make it seem like we weren’t literally rolling around in the dirt.
“Thanks,” he says softly. “I really needed that.”
“Yeah, now you wanna actually tell me what the fuck happened between you and that dickhead stepdad of yours?”
He sighs, his shoulders slumping. “He’s trying to intimidate me into stepping down from the company, and fuck, Myles, I kinda want to.”
“You’d give it up, your dad’s legacy?”
His eyes flash to mine, and I know I said the wrong thing.
“My dad wouldn’t want this for me. His legacy is me, not the money, not the business. And I’m no good to his memory if I’m dead.”
He turns and stalks back toward the house, and I trot alongside him. “I’m sorry. I said the wrong thing. That was dumb of me.”
“Yeah, it was the wrong fucking thing.”
“Forgive me,” I say, my hand reaching out and gently touching his. He links his fingers with mine, squeezing for a moment before letting go.
“It’s fine. It’s not like I haven’t thought about that a hundred times. I don’t know what to fucking do, but I can’t live like this.”
“Yeah, well, you don’t have to. You can leave.”
“I may. I’ve been talking with Samuel…”
“Who?”
“Samuel Manning. You met him. He was a friend of my dad’s. He has lawyers who can help me get out of it. Sell my shares and get out of this whole fucking family. I could disappear if I wanted to.”
That makes my chest constrict and my face grow hot. “But what about soccer? Don’t you have plans to go pro?”
What I’m really asking is, what about me? What the fuck about me, Colton?
He seems to read between the lines. “I said I could. Not that I am. Just an option.”
I rub at my sternum, and he adds, “I’d take you with me, though. Don’t worry.”
That’s insane. I have family and plans for my future. I can’t just slither away into the ether. I couldn’t. Could I?
No, I could never leave my family like that.
But I don’t say that. Right now, we have more urgent things to focus on. Like getting through this weekend. We can’t leave yet. Not until Maya has what she needs. If it weren’t for that, I’d say we should just get a hotel. I don’t want Colton anywhere near his stepdad.
But Maya was insistent that this was the way out.
So now we’re stuck here, and we need to follow through.
We walk back into the house and are once again greeted by no one. It’s eerily quiet.
“Come on. Let’s go downstairs. We have a theater and a bowling alley. Some arcade games too…”
My eyebrows rise, not entirely surprised that they have all this, but still.
“All right,” I say, and he nods, leading me down a few hallways until we end up at the stairs that lead to the basement. I follow him, and a few minutes later, the bowling alley and arcade appear. To the left are double doors, where I assume the theater is.
“What do you want to do first?”
I swallow and glance around.
“How about bowling? That way I can kick your ass.”
His eyes twinkle. “We’ll see about that.”
The challenge is there, and it makes me happy that he’s almost smiling, that I’m helping him forget where he is. Even if just for a minute.
He trots to the rack of balls and picks one up, handing it to me. “The lightest one for baby.”
I roll my eyes and reach for a heavier one. “You’ve seen my muscles. You know I can handle more than six pounds.”
That makes him laugh, soft and disbelieving, but enough to lighten the weight on my chest.
“Will still kick your ass,” he says with a grin and then grabs a bowling ball from a cabinet and saunters toward the small screen, punching in our names before taking a spot on a seat. He tosses me a pair of shoes, and I slip them on. He does the same.
“You first,” he says.
“Fuck off,” I murmur, but it’s said lightly, with humor. I know he’s trying to figure out my game, if I’m as good a bowler as I think I am.
So, he watches carefully. I can feel his eyes on me, my back, my ass, my legs.
When I bend my knees slightly and then move forward, I feel the ball slip from my fingers and land on the smooth floor.
The ball rushes down the lane, twirling aggressively as it slams into the pins, knocking them over with a crash.
Colton whistles, and I turn toward him, my lips curling up in a smug grin.
“Damn, maybe I won’t beat you this time.”
“’Bout time.”
He stands up and grabs his bowling ball, brushing past me, intentionally knocking into my side.
“Gonna return the favor in the woods if you win,” he whispers, and I grow hot all over thinking about it. It’s not at all smart, but fuck, I’m in this now.
I think I may let him.