Chapter Twenty-Three #2
“I could eat more,” Nash admits. “Like, I’ll probably take a leftover piece of the cheese pizza to bed with me.” The bacon and pineapple pizza was demolished.
“Take whatever you want,” James says, then gives me a small shrug as if he’s not sure he said the right thing.
Once cake is done, James checks with the kids to make sure they don’t need help with homework.
Both say no, Sadie saying she’s going to take a shower, Nash thanking me again for coming, before his phone buzzes.
He grins at it, turning into a typical teenager and stuffing his earbuds in, heading to his room, face in his phone.
“I think people are messaging him now,” James says softly. “Like friends. He came out of tryouts with two boys, and he’s been texting. That’s new.”
“That’s because of you,” I say. “All the changes, them having a steady life, finding some kind of normalcy—school, basketball, art—that’s because of my good boy.”
He grins, shivers. I glance toward the hallway where the kids disappeared, take his hand, and tug him farther into the kitchen. “I’m so fucking proud of you.” I lower my voice. “You deserve to come tonight.”
He bites his bottom lip, shifts his weight from foot to foot. “Yes, please, Sir. But not here.”
“Walk me to my car.”
“But—”
“Now.”
James noticeably swallows, then nods. “I’ll be right back.”
He heads the direction the kids went, I assume to let them know he’ll be back. When he returns, he’s clearly trying to bite back a smile. It doesn’t stop while we put on our shoes, head down the hallway, and into the elevator.
“Why is the danger of getting caught so hot to me? At my age, I shouldn’t—”
I shut him up with my mouth, press him against the wall of the elevator, rutting against him as my tongue pushes between his lips. James grabs my hips, digs his fingers in, letting me have my way with him, feeding me moans I’ll always be hungry for.
When the elevator dings, I pull away, James breathless, trying to straighten his clothes. “It’s okay to enjoy sex, James. It’s okay to have kinks. Your age doesn’t matter.”
He nods as we get out. “Logically, I know that. Just my brain playing tricks on me sometimes. Plus…it’s new. Not the BDSM aspects, but the throwing caution to the wind—at the college, here—but again, because I trust you.”
I’ve never wanted someone to trust me more, never thought hearing those words would make me feel like a fucking king.
“Good. You can always trust me. I want to be here for you in everything.”
His feet stop moving, his body tensing.
“Don’t freak out. I’m not pushing you. I just want you to know how I feel.
” The city is settling down around us, but still alive with cars on the streets, the sounds of music from some of them as they speed by.
“Come on,” I say, not wanting him to respond here.
“There’s a parking garage for your SUV, right? ”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you have your keys?” James nods, and I add, “Lead the way.”
I follow him to his SUV. The garage is full but quiet.
“In the back,” I say, and James obeys, both of us sliding in. “I’ll let you come, and then we talk.”
“Can I suck you first?” he asks, the lights from inside the garage shining into the vehicle.
“You want to blow me out here? What if one of your neighbors walks to their car and sees us? What if they know how fucking dirty you are? Know you’re my naughty boy who likes getting on his knees and choking on my cock? What if they know you like it when I spit in your mouth and make you my toy?”
He whimpers so beautifully, making my dick throb. “I want them to know,” he says, voice even breathier than before.
“I want everyone to know,” I admit. I would shout it from the rooftops if I could. “Do it. Open my pants, take out my cock, and suck it. I want you to swallow every drop when I come. If you leave anything behind, you’ll be in trouble.”
“Yes, Sir.” James quickly opens my pants, and I lift my hips so he can pull them and my underwear down. I’m already hard. How can I not be after the things I just said to him?
James doesn’t linger, doesn’t go slow or pretend he’s not dying for it. He practically dives on my cock, sucking it into his mouth like he’s a man starving for my cum. He’s spent years lost in the desert, and the only sustenance that will hydrate him is what I make in my balls.
“Do you think they see it? The students in your class or Henry when he stops to talk to you? Do you think they see how dick hungry you are? Do you think they know how slutty you are for cock? I bet you would get on your knees in front of your whole class and swallow my dick if I told you to.”
“I would,” he pulls off to say. “I would do anything you want. Let you take me in front of anyone. I want to be your slut.”
I thread my fingers into his hair, push his head down, then fuck into his mouth.
James gags but takes it like a champ. I use him the way we both crave, telling him how dirty he is, how slutty, that he’s just a hole for my dick.
He’s so much more than that. We both know it, but we live in this space where he can be both.
He can be my boy, my sub, my…partner, but he can be my hole too.
My dick is slick with his spit. I feel it running down to my balls. I tug his hair, pulling his head back. His eyes are watering, but I keep using him, keep fucking into his willing mouth. He knows what to do if he wants me to stop, knows how to tap my thigh if his mouth is full of my dick.
“You’re so beautiful when you cry for me. You’re always beautiful, but especially like this. I love the way you let go, the way you open up for me. That you’re so free when you’re here with me, James. It is a fucking gift, and your Sir will always treasure it.”
He whines, then smiles around my cock. I wipe his tears with my fingers, lick the salt off them.
“Here we go, dreamer. I’ve got a big load just for you. Be a good boy and swallow it all.”
I give in to the pleasure, lose myself in the bliss that is James Valentine, filling his mouth with my cum, watching him take it all, watching him swallow around my dick, not a drop spilling free.
I almost close my eyes, but I don’t want to waste a moment of looking at him, of seeing him give himself to me.
And when my balls are empty, when he’s drained them of everything I have for him, he looks up at me, red-faced, glassy-eyed, and says, “Thank you, Sir, for your cum.”
“God, you’re so fucking perfect.” I pull him toward me and take his mouth. We share the taste of me on his tongue, and I swear it’s almost enough to get me hard again.
I tug his pants down, easing him into the seat beside me, then spit in my hand and jerk him off.
“You’ve been so fucking good for me all day, you can come at any time.” Then it’s me who bends over, me who takes his thick, hard piece of meat into my mouth. I love the taste of him, the salt of his skin, the musk of his body each time I breathe in.
“Oh fuck…Colton…Sir…so good,” he says, his voice so fucking needy.
James doesn’t last long. When his creamy load spurts onto my tongue, I stop moving, let him come in my mouth without swallowing.
When he’s wrung dry, I take his mouth again, sharing his cum with him, taking some for myself and feeding some to him.
We kiss lazily, his hands tightening on my sides while he lets me have my way with him, breathing heavily when I pull back just enough to rest my forehead against his. “I want you to be mine,” I tell him.
“I am yours,” he replies.
“Yes, but I want more of you.”