Chapter Thirty-One
Colton
“What are you thinking about?” I walk over to James, who’s leaning against the counter, staring off into space.
The kids are in their room and have been for a while. James came into the kitchen and started cleaning, though there’s not really anything to clean, but I know he needed to do that, so I let him, let him sort out the day and everything that piles up in that beautiful head of his.
“Everything,” he answers.
I step up close to him, press my body against his, place my hands on the counter behind him so I’m blocking him in. “This okay?” I ask. The kids know about us now, clearly, but I don’t know how comfortable he’s going to be still.
“Green.”
“Good boy.” I brush my fingertips down the side of his face. “Explain everything.”
“I don’t even know where to begin. Being at your mom’s house like that, seeing you with your family, feeling like a real family with Nash and Sadie, giving them this normal thing—a birthday party, playing basketball.
Watching you with the people you love most in the world, your mom telling me I make you happy and that she approves of us. ”
I beam. “She told you that?”
“She did.”
God, I love her. She’s the best.
“They know about us,” James continues, “and Nash says it’s different here with me. You’re my boyfriend, and the kids are happy, and I just…don’t know how to accept happiness without being afraid of losing it.”
“Baby.” I cup his face, hold it in both hands, press my lips to his, once, twice, three times.
“Because you’ve never been shown it can stay.
I’ll stay. As long as you want me, I’ll stay.
” I kiss him again. “And I’ll make you happy, because you make me happy.
” Another kiss, but this time, I flick my tongue inside, and he lets me.
The kiss deepens as James’s arms wrap around me.
I pull him to me, lift him, his legs wrapping around my waist as we kiss our way to his bedroom.
The second we’re inside, I set him down, lock the door, and then our lips are attached again, like they’re drawn to each other and nothing can keep us apart.
I rub my hand over his caged cock, making James whimper into my mouth.
“Please…Sir,” he says against my lips.
“Soon.” I pull my shirt off, tossing it to the floor. I take his off next, folding it the way he does and setting it on a chair. His pants come afterward, folded nicely too, then his underwear. He’s already straining against the cage, his dick fighting to harden but unable to.
“Does it hurt?”
“Yes.”
“Too much?”
“No, Sir.”
“Get on your knees.” He does, looking up at me, so beautiful and needy.
Naked, caged, and willing to do anything I tell him because he trusts me and knows I’ll always keep him safe.
“Open.” He does, and I press my thumb into his mouth.
I’d hoped for this, brushing and using mouthwash I found in his bathroom earlier while he was cleaning the kitchen.
Leaning over, I spit into his mouth, then on his face, rubbing it into his skin.
“You’re so beautiful,” I tell him, then slowly begin to remove my pants and underwear.
“You don’t see it, do you? How fucking beautiful you are.
” I rub my hard, leaking cock over his face, James’s tongue sneaking out to swipe at it.
“So submissive, so strong, so fucking open in your need for me, for my body and what I can give you. I’ll never get enough of you. ”
“I’ll never get enough of you either. Can I suck you? I need it.”
I push my dick into his mouth, nearly come at the feel of his tongue against my tender flesh, at the hunger he has for me, how he doesn’t try and hide it, not here, not when it’s the two of us.
I thread my fingers through his hair, touching him tenderly, caressing and massaging him while fucking his pretty throat.
He takes it, hands on my thighs, nails digging in, being my hole, my boy.
My damn everything. I fuck his mouth until he cries for me, until his face is streaked with pretty tears.
When I pull out, he wraps his arms around me, hugs me, pressing his face against my stomach, and begins to really cry, sobbing sounds muffled by the way he’s pressed tight to me.
“Hey…shhh. That’s it. I’m here. Are you okay?
” Did I misread something? Use him too hard?
I’ve taken his mouth harder than that before.
“I’m good…just…feeling too much. I don’t know how to describe it. I just can’t hold it in.”
Jesus, this man. This beautiful, perfect man.
I pull him to his feet. James comes easily as I lead him to the bed.
We climb in together, and I pull him close again, wrap my arms around him, my dick going soft because that’s not what this moment is about anymore.
I kiss away his tears, touch him everywhere, want him to feel loved because he is.
This man is so used to feeling alone, unloved and unneeded, that everything from today is too much for him, and it’s overloading his senses.
“I’m sorry,” I say. Maybe I should have read that situation better, should have anticipated the emotions he’s feeling and made better choices.
“No,” he says. “Don’t be sorry. I want it. I held it all in before. I didn’t know how to let it out, but I can with you, and I want to keep doing it, want to keep feeling it.”
We’re both on our sides, facing each other, my hand running up and down his back and side.
“Do you want to know I love you? That I’m in love with you, James?
” I kiss his tearstained face, my heart thudding in an unfamiliar way.
I’ve never put it all out there to someone before, never had these kinds of feelings, and it’s a scary thing.
His eyes widen, big and happy. “You’re in love with me?”
“Yes.” I smile, then press my forehead to his. “Very, very in love with my good boy. My dirty, slutty boy who likes to be used by his Sir.”
James trembles. “Can I lie on you?”
I roll to my back. “Yes.”
He climbs on top of me, straddles me, nuzzles his face in my neck, then my armpit, breathing and licking and tasting. “I’m in love with you too. It’s not as scary as I thought.”
“No?”
“No. Because I trust you.”
I seal our mouths together, hands on his face, holding him in place so I can kiss him with everything I have.
“Fuck me, Sir. Please. I want your cock. Need to feel you stretching me. I want you to come in me.”
There’s absolutely no way I can deny him that. I flip us over so James is on his back. His cock is wet with precum as I pull the cage off him.
He keeps the lube in the bottom drawer in his nightstand, so I bend over, reaching down to grab it, and…
“You kept them?” I ask, seeing a baggie full of yellow sticky notes.
They say a little bit of everything—tell him to have a good day, that he’s a good boy, that I’m thinking of him or proud of him or dirty things I want to do to him. “You kept all my messages?”
“Every single one. I’ll keep them all if you keep giving them to me.”
“I’ll never stop,” I promise, and I won’t. If I didn’t love him before, I’d be a goner now. “How does my favorite hole, the one I’m in love with, want to be fucked?”
“Can I ride you?” He looks up at me as I kneel over him.
“Yes. My boy gets whatever he wants. This was your day.”
“It’s your birthday,” he reminds me.
“I already got what I want.” I press my lips to his, James’s hands now running up and down my back, looking up at me with watery eyes again.
“Me.”
“You.” I kiss him again. “We good?”
“Yes, Sir. I freshened up earlier.”
“Because you knew you’d need some dick?”
“Your dick. I knew I’d need your dick.”
I slick my fingers with lube, then press one inside him before using two, stretching him, fucking him with them, alternating between kissing him and sucking his dick while I get him ready to take me.
We’re both hard as stone. I’ve known I’m in love with him for a while now, but this will be different because James knows how I feel, and I know how he feels.
He kept my sticky notes.
Once he’s ready, I lie on my back. “Climb on,” I tell him, holding my dick for him.
Like always, he listens, straddling me, the two of us working together to get the angle right as he slides down on my cock. His body is so hot, so tight, so fucking perfect that I think he might kill me.
“Fuck, so good, dreamer. You’re so fucking good.”
“You too,” he says breathlessly. “I love having you inside me. I’d always have you inside me if I could, stretching me, possessing me. I’m yours.”
“Mine.” I thrust up hard into him, making him cry out, then bite down on his hand not to be too loud. My hands grip his waist, holding with everything I can as I fuck him, make love to him, everything all at once.
James moves with me, and then I let him take over, let him ride my dick like he’s meant to do, let him take it and show himself that it’s his, all of me is his. I might be his Sir, but he has as much control over me as I have over him.
“So good,” he says, raising and lowering himself on my cock.
I spit in my hand, wrap it around his dick and stroke him while he takes what he needs from me, what I give willingly and eagerly.
“Come for me. I want it. Want you to shoot your load all over me before I give you mine, before my little hole is all filled with his Sir’s cum just like he’s supposed to be. ”
“Oh fuck,” James grits out before he spurts, cock twitching in my hand, cum shooting from him, landing on my stomach, chest, and neck.
I keep working his dick, drain everything I can out of him while he still works my cock with his ass.
I want it to last forever, but I can’t stop myself, can’t help losing myself to the pleasure, eyes blurry, room spinning as I come inside him.
He works everything out of my balls, keeps going until there’s nothing left, then collapses on top of me. “You love me,” he says again, as if he still doesn’t believe it.
“I do.”
We lie there together, both of us coming down from our high. Eventually, we make our way into his en suite together and clean up. I go to my clothes, pulling on my underwear, then my pants.
“You’re leaving?” he asks.
“I don’t want to. Believe me, I don’t. I just wasn’t sure if you’re ready for me to stay.” I know what Nash said earlier, and how he and Sadie are okay with us, but I don’t want to push James.
“Stay. Please, Sir.”
“Okay,” I answer, folding my clothes and placing them on the chair, before turning out the light and climbing into bed with him, right where I belong.