Chapter 22
TWENTY-TWO
COLTON
“Shh, we don’t want to wake your parents.
” I giggled while Tex fumbled with the key for the lock at the front door of his family home.
We’d let Dante make us one too many fancy drinks at his bar and for the last hour, he’d joined us.
It was more fun than I’d had in a long time.
Too bad Austin didn’t have an NFL team. I could see myself living here.
“I think I got it.” He pushed with his shoulder, and the door swung open. “I’m sure my mom has already heard us. When I come home, her mom hearing kicks right in and any sound I make wakes her up.” With a soft snort, he shut the door behind me and snatched my hand.
“Great, then we better be quiet when we have sex in your room.” I waggled my brows at him while he led me through the mostly dark house and into his bedroom. I’d been wanting him all night, especially after our talk about moving in together after graduation, and no amount of alcohol would stop me.
“My parents’ room is on the opposite side of the house from my bedroom.
We’ll be fine.” He flashed me a sly grin and hauled me into his room, then flicked on the nightstand lamps from a switch by the doorway.
Afterward, he locked the door and pulled me into his arms, kissing my head.
“Colton, I had a great time with you tonight. It’s been so much fun showing you where I grew up. ”
I relaxed against his body heat. “I’ve enjoyed it too.
Being here has shown me so much about how you became the amazing man you are.
” Lifting my head, I placed my hand on his cheek and pressed a heated kiss against his mouth, slipping my tongue between his lips and tangling it with his.
As heat shivered across my skin, my cock woke and swelled.
With a groan, he cupped my ass with both hands, lifted me off the floor and walked me to his bed. “Who’s fucking who tonight?” He sat me on the edge, shucked his jacket off and then lifted his sweater over his head, his muscled chest on full display.
My gaze raked over him, and my mouth watered as it found the bulge in his jeans. Grabbing his fly, I tugged him to me and unfastened it. I was uncertain what I wanted yet, except for this. “Let’s start here and see where it goes.”
“I’m good with that.” He threaded his fingers in my hair as he watched me free his thick cock.
After pushing his jeans and underwear down to his thighs, I licked the crown, the salty taste of his precum flooding my mouth.
“Oh, fuck.” He rocked his hips, and his dick twitched against my tongue. “Just a minute.” Stepping back, he lowered his jeans and briefs to the floor and kicked them off. “Get undressed. I want to see you while you do this. I want to see how hard you are for me.”
“Yeah? I’m pretty hard.” With my balls aching, I undressed and tossed my clothing to the floor. As I returned to his leaking dick, I fisted the base and swallowed it down, fluttering my tongue across the shaft.
“Jesus…” He grabbed the back of my head and thrust, fucking my mouth.
Pumping his cock, I rolled his balls, and as saliva spilled from my lips. I slicked my fingers and snuck them into his crack.
“Yeah, babe, do you want to fuck me?” He tipped his head back as he gasped.
I teased his hole with my finger while quickening the pace of my mouth. His cock pulsed and more precum flooded my tongue.
“Careful, babe. I’m getting there pretty fast tonight.” Grabbing my shoulders, he urged me off him and then bent over to capture my mouth in searing kisses while grabbing my chin.
Breaking the kisses, I backed onto the bed and patted beside me. “Come here.” I loved having control over this massive man. I’d never had anyone give themselves so fully to me.
He lay on his back next to me, his knees raised. “I’m all yours.”
With a smirk, I crawled between his legs and lowered over him. “Where’s the lube?” I knew he’d brought some. Pressing my cock against his, I stroked us both, and a shiver rolled across my body.
“In the nightstand drawer, where it belongs.” He gave me a wicked grin as he reached an arm to the side and slid the drawer open.
“Oh.” I took a moment to squirt lube onto my fingers and then returned to him, stroking both our cocks with my slick hand and thrusting into my palm. While tension coiled inside me, I slanted my mouth over his and kissed him with abandon, my tongue flicking across his, our lips needy.
With deep moans, he rocked his hips, sliding his cock against mine.
As pleasure built, I slowed my pace. “Do you want to continue this way, or do you want me to fuck you?” Right now, I’d be happy with either.
“This feels pretty good, not going to lie, but I sort of want you inside me.” The corner of his lips raised. “Is that what you want?”
It might be time I gave him what he wanted. I nuzzled his ear and said, “I’ll fuck you then. It’s time for you to call the shots.” Leaving our cocks, I crept my hand lower and slipped my fingers into his crack, then circled his hole. It clenched against my fingertip.
“Yeah, God, I need it.” He lifted his knees higher. Inside a growl, he said, “Really fucking need it. Need you.”
Quickly, I squirted more lube on my fingers and slipped one inside him, rubbing it against his prostate while biting his earlobe.
With a gasp, he shivered under me and slapped his hands on my ass, leaving a sting. “Do you want me to spank you while you do it?”
“Fuck…yes.” My cock jerked and spilled precum. It had become a thing. I didn’t know why, and I sure as hell wouldn’t analyze it now. Sneaking a second finger inside him, I bit his neck and pumped my fingers, opening him for me.
He gave me another quick slap, and my balls drew up as sensation rocketed through me. Fucking hell, I might come before I got inside him if he kept this up. Panting, I said, “Wait, wait for me to put it in.”
“Do it. I’m ready.” Grabbing his knees, he pulled them up and sank his teeth into his lower lip.
With a quick nod, I added more lube to my dick, and I repositioned, pushing my cock against his hole.
“Open up for me, babe.” I hovered over him on my elbow and took him in—his blue eyes darkened, and blond hair sprawled across the pillow, the hint of stubble on his jawline and above his lips.
“You’re a damn attractive man, you know that? ”
With a slow smirk, he said, “So I’ve been told.”
As my cock slowly worked inside him, his tight heat shot shivers across my skin. “Oh, God.” As I came to my senses, I said, “Who told you that?”
His brows tensed, and he gasped. “You have. You’re the only one that matters, anyway.” Grabbing the back of my head, he smacked my ass and claimed me with a hungry kiss, his tongue penetrating me as my dick fully lodged inside him.
I stopped for a moment, letting a wave of stinging sensation pass through me. “Damn right I’m the only one.” As I smirked, I moved my hips, my dick gliding into and out of his hole while I pressed my cheek against his.
His breath hitched, and he wrapped his legs around my hips, hooking his ankles. “Faster, babe.”
“Yeah?” I kissed his cheek and nibbled his jawline, sensation heightening to the raw edge. I wouldn’t last, but it didn’t matter. We had more than a week of being together with nothing to distract us. “F-fuck…” As I thrust into him, climax teased me, and my body trembled.
“Babe, are you close?” He snuck a hand between us and stroked his leaking cock.
“Y-yes, so damn close.” I fought to hold off the inevitable while writhing over him, my cock growing more sensitive with each roll of my hips.
“Fuck, gonna come.” As pleasure engulfed me, my dick pulsed, shooting my cum inside him in intense waves.
I shuddered with each one and panted against the side of his head, sparks bursting behind my eyes.
With deep moans, he shuddered below me and arched his back. Hot cum splashed across our chests. With one arm, he held me impossibly close while he pumped his cock through his orgasm, his hole clenching around me.
As it calmed, he chuckled against the side of my head, his tense body relaxing. “Goddamn, that was amazing as usual.” He kissed my cheek and brushed his palm across the back of my head. “I love you, Colton.”
“I love you too.” Laying my cheek on his chest, I curled my arm around his shoulder.
Snuggling with him always felt so comforting and safe.
Nothing could touch me here, not even the horrific memories of my mother’s death.
He made me whole and healed all my wounds.
I closed my eyes as exhaustion overtook me.
“Babe, hey.” He shook me gently. “Don’t fall asleep on me like this. We need to clean up and put something on first. We’re in my parents’ house, remember?” He let out a soft laugh.
“Oh, yeah.” Damn, I had almost fallen asleep. “Shit, okay.” With a sigh, my dick slipped out, and I lifted off him. “But we’re cuddling all night.”
“Of course we are.” He gave me a warm smile.
The next day was Christmas Eve, and Tex had informed me it was the family tradition to exchange presents after the meal, while tomorrow we’d open our stockings from Santa, who was really Tex’s mom.
As I sat on the couch in the family room sipping a Mexican hot chocolate, I noted the three stockings hanging on the wooden fireplace mantle.
Tex’s mom had made me one. They’d fully included me in the family and damn, it felt nice.
We were having a Tex-Mex Christmas Eve with assorted tamales and a chicken tortilla casserole, since tomorrow we’d have my mother’s roast beef.
“My brother should be here any minute.” Tex, sitting beside me, sipped his own Mexican hot chocolate from a mug, which included tequila along with cinnamon and cayenne pepper—a recipe Dante had suggested when we’d visited him.
As if on cue, the front door opened. “Knock, knock. Honey, I’m home,” a male voice said from the front room.