Chapter 12 Eian #2
“Have the Altons on standby for me.” They’re the best attorneys in the country, and one of the brothers, Lord, is in charge of criminal law. Their firm is on both our retainers.
“You’re an asshole,” he grumbles. “But I will.”
“Bye,” I say, and hang up. I can’t make any promises, and we’ll both have to find a way to deal with that.
I get out and lock the car, then quickly round the SUV and settle in next to Colby.
“Take it easy on the way home, Blake. We don’t want to attract any attention, and we also need to do three extra security sweeps today.” I don’t think that’s too paranoid . . . considering.
His shoulders tense, so he knows I’m not fucking around, and he’s bracing for the worst. Let’s hope that’s enough.
“I know what I want to talk about now,” Colby declares once Blake steers us out of the garage and back into Manhattan traffic. He sounds adorably imperious—which isn’t something I thought anyone was capable of pulling off, but he does.
“And what’s that?” I’m grateful we’ve left the Daniel subject on the backburner for now, but Colby’s attitude has me smirking for a whole other reason. I have no clue what the next subject will be, but he lays into me before I can put up the partition between Blake and us.
“You reacted strongly to the Brett thing.” He’s being as vague as humanly possible. He knows we can’t talk about this until we’re absolutely sure no one is going to listen to us, but I have no problem with Blake hearing.
“Brett is my middle name,” I tell him, then reach for his hand and grip it tightly against my leg. He tries to pull back, but my frown makes him settle down, even if he rolls his eyes in the meantime. It takes him longer to focus on that, but when he does, he’s the one frowning.
“You think it could be another thing they’re doing just to incriminate you?”
“I have no fucking clue,” I tell him honestly. “I don’t think my middle name is widely known.”
“Yeah, I didn’t know it.”
“But it’s weird that he’d have a ring on a chain to start with, and also with a name that isn’t his.” I think about it for a minute then decide to dismiss it. “It probably doesn’t have anything to do with this anyway. Maybe it’s a family ring.”
“You’re right, we need to focus on . . . everything else.”
I think it hits us both all over again how insane this is about to get, because we don’t speak another word the whole way home.
“Come with me,” I mutter and grip Colby’s hand tight as soon as we walk inside. I made a decision as we were waiting for the second bug sweep to finish, and not dealing with shit hitting the fan seems like a fantastic idea right now.
“What? We need to tell Rory and—”
“No we don’t.” I cut him off and have to drag him up the stairs as he keeps questioning me. He shuts up when I pull him into my room and he sees it for the first time.
“Eian, what’s going—”
I take his mouth in a hard kiss, gripping the sides of his head so he can’t pull away. I don’t want any space between us, but he still manages to wrench us apart.
“We have to plan, we have to—”
“No, we’re going to think about all that later. Right now we’re doing this because I loved how fired up you got over Daniel.”
His answering growl is adorable.
“Don’t dismiss that. He clearly knows you well enough to—”
“He doesn’t.” I have to stop that train of thought right now. “No one acts around me like you do, Colby. No one’s ever gotten jealous over me before.”
“What?” he sputters for a second and shakes my hands off. “I wasn’t jealous,” he clearly lies.
I go for his throat, sucking the soft skin right where his pulse drums a hard beat, and this time wrap my arms around him like a vine so he can’t get away again.
“Yes you were. And it was fucking hot, baby. But I only want you.” I speak between licks, kisses, and soft bites.
“It was just so unnecessary, and totally unprofessional.” So prim, and offended. I hide my snort against his skin and that just fires him up again. “He was drooling all over you and I was right there.”
“Yes you were,” I murmur, and straighten again to kiss his lips once, twice.
“It’s okay, sweet Colby. He doesn’t matter.
None of it matters because I only want you drooling over me.
” I sneak a hand under his shirt and tease the skin of his belly.
“Let me taste you, sweet Colby, and make it up to you,” I croon.
“It’s the least you can do.” His aim at aloofness falls flat—his breaths are already laboured and the hard ridge of his cock is pressing against my thigh. That’s fine by me. He can keep trying to act unbothered, because . . .
“I’m going to enjoy feasting on you, showing you how much I want you.”
This time the kiss is deeper, slower, hard enough to take us both over, but I walk him backward toward the bed, and when his legs bump against the mattress, I push him lightly so he falls onto his back.
He’s quick to lean up on his elbows, but finally seeing him like this, finally getting him inside my room, I lose the little patience I had.
I drop to my knees as I unbutton his jeans and pull them and his briefs low enough that his dick jumps out.
“Fucking perfect,” I growl, and circle him, then I get my first taste. It’s just a lick of the tip, but the tiny drop of precum only makes me want more. “I’ve been dreaming about this, Colby,” I confess.
“Uh-huh,” he says breathily and nods slowly.
I look up and see his tongue going on a lazy journey over his lower lip, and I mimic him, doing the same to his cock, then swallow him whole.
“Eian,” he shouts. “God, yes.”
“Keep it up, baby,” I say when I pull back for a breath. “No one but me will hear you.” Then I go right back in.
“That’s good. That . . . God,” he moans.
I sneak my hand beneath the fabric, pulling tight at his thighs and cupping his balls. I massage them lightly, pulling back to look at him again, then I lick up the side of his thick cock and suck his tip hard again.
“I want you coming down my throat, Colby,” I order him, my voice raspy with need.
“Too soon,” he protests, voice high-pitched.
“Not soon enough,” I grumble. “I want you to come down my throat and be nice and relaxed when I get you ready for my cock.”
“What? I—fuck yes.” He moans louder when I take half of him deep again, and I don’t stop bobbing my head, sucking hard, until he’s spilling down my throat.
I watch how he writhes and moans, how his back arches, how tight his grip is on the bed sheets, and only when his body goes lax do I pull back, letting his cock drag slowly on my tongue.
My trousers have never felt more uncomfortable, so I take everything off as quickly as I can. Then I walk around the bed to the bedside table, where I put the brand-new box of condoms and lube.
Back in front of him, I kneel again, though he whines.
“I liked the view.”
“You’ll get plenty of time to look as soon as you’re ready,” I tell him, as I lift his legs so his feet are flat on the edge of the mattress and he’s nice and open for me.
“So pretty,” I murmur, and lick over his balls, suck just a little.
“Too sensitive,” he protests when his body twitches.
So I pull him to me until his legs are floating and his ass is right at the edge. I lick the rim of his hole in slow circles, and he moans long and loud. His sounds of pleasure bring me closer and closer to the edge, so I have to reach down and squeeze my dick hard.
I know I have to speed things up, though, so as I stick my tongue in just a tiny bit, all that I can, I reach for the lube and open it quickly, pouring a good dollop right on his hole and more on my fingers.
The tip of my index finger goes in easily enough, but nothing else.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” Frustration and pleasure fight inside me, because I know it’s gonna be fucking amazing for both of us, but also that it’s going to take longer to get him ready.
“Yes, and I got a good look at your cock, so please take your time.” I can’t stop my snicker.
“You got it, sweet Colby.”
So I take my time, watch every movement, every shift in his breath, and kiss down his cock again when he reaches for it.
Seeing Colby jack himself off is the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed, and I could do it for hours, but that’s not happening today.
He’s fully hard and panting by the time I’ve got three fingers inside him, and though he begs—God, he begs beautifully—I take my time pumping in and out of him.
“Gonna enjoy you, sweet Colby. Every second. Gonna make it last, baby.”
“Just get in me,” he growls.
“Flip over.” I pull my hand out abruptly, and though he cries out, he hurries to roll over and bends his knees under himself to get on all fours.
“So pretty.” I pat his ass twice before getting one finger in, then two, and finally three again.
I kneel behind him, rest a hand next to his, and bend over him to whisper by his ear.
“It’s only our first time, but I’m sure as fuck not going to rush it. ”
He surprises me by thrusting back, and I smile at how easily my fingers go in to the knuckle, so I pull them out and grab the condom.
While I open it, I line my dick up with his crack and rub against him, slowly, up and down.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I moan. “You have such a nice ass.” I squeeze a handful, and his back arches in pleasure.
“Now, Eian,” he demands, and I’m not about to disappoint him, so I pull the condom down my erection, and that simple touch brings me so close to the edge that I know I need to get my shit together. I squeeze hard at the base then flip Colby over again, pushing his knees apart roughly.
“Keep them like this.” The look of defiance in his eyes makes my dick even harder. “And if you keep looking at me like that, this isn’t going to last long.”
“You said it yourself, it’s only the first time. I only care that we both come this time and that you get . . . fucking . . . inside me.”
“We’ll see.” I hum and line my dick up with his hole, push in harder until my head pops in, and then give us both time to breathe because .
. . “Fuck, Colby.” I pant and fall forward, managing to catch myself, but he’s so close now, I fall the rest of the way and take his lips again as my cock gets engulfed in his tight heat.
He claws at my back, pants against my lips.
“Eian,” he moans, and it seems that’s all he can say. I understand, because after a minute, when he wraps his legs around my hips and thrusts up as I pump in and out of him, his name is all that exists in my mind too.
I’m close. So, so close. But he needs to—shit, I need him to come. To come on my dick and writhe under me this time.
So I stop, kneel up, and chuckle at the death stare he aims at me.
“Don’t you dare stop,” he warns sharply. My hips twitch at that tone, and so his voice softens. “God that’s good.”
“Yeah?” I ask, keeping my thrusts short.
“Really fucking good,” he moans.
“For me too,” I confess. “Feels so fucking perfect, Colby. You’re perfect. Stroke yourself for me, baby. Let me see you. Show me how much you like it.”
He does.
This moment will be etched like a picture in my brain forever.
His hand keeps pace with my thrusts, and the need to come, to fill him up, to watch him shatter again, has me going as fast as I can, until I think I won’t be able to keep up.
“Colby,” I warn between pants, and that does it.
His back bows up again, his neck extends, and his mouth opens in a silent scream as he spills cum all over his knuckles.
He tightens impossibly more around me. It’s borderline painful, but it’s more than enough to finally push me over the edge too. It feels like my whole body convulses from the shock of the orgasm, and when I can think again, I realize I fell right on him.
He’s smiling at me brilliantly, and he’s so damn happy—I can’t hold back anymore.
“You’re mine,” I declare. It’s not a question, and I don’t think I’ll ever let it be.
Thankfully, his smile doesn’t dim, though that argumentative gleam comes alive in his dark eyes.
“Whatever,” he scoffs. “You’re mine too.”
I don’t think I’ve ever known happiness like this, like I want to beat my chest and roar at the skies in victory.
“Shut up,” is his grumbling answer to my smile.