Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
COLT
The ride back to Nathan’s house takes forever. Okay, it takes about twelve minutes—not that I’m counting—but those minutes are very long. Especially after walking multiple blocks to the car in the first place. It doesn’t help that my erection didn’t flag even a bit or that neither of us can keep our hands to ourselves. Every little touch or glance has me ready to crawl out of my skin. Hell, I thought about taking him in the backseat of the car in the parking lot. Ultimately, my brain realizes the car is only slightly more private than Aaron’s driveway. If I’m going to sink my dick into him, the bed might be optional, but privacy is not.
I keep my hands to myself on the drive. As tempting as it is to reach out and put a hand on Nathan’s thigh, I know I won’t be able to stop there. The last thing I need is for us to be pulled over or in an accident with one of our dicks out.
All day, these feelings kept building inside me. I might not have the words to express them yet, but my body is. The image of his body pressing against me, every little bit of flesh touching, made my dick twitch and leak more precum. At this rate, I’ll have a wet spot on the front of my pants by the time we get to his house.
I must have made a noise because Nathan shot me a knowing look. “We’re almost home.” From the bulge in the front of his pants, he has the same issue.
A minute later, he pulls into the driveway. We both jump out of the car and make a beeline for the house. If any of his neighbors are watching, it’s not hard to guess what we’re up to. As the front door closes behind us, Nathan shoves me up against the wall and kisses me. No, attacks me.
I’m happy to let him lead. I melt into the wall as Nathan captures my mouth. He’s somehow managed to rein himself in enough to kiss me slowly instead of with the ferocity he’d shown back at Matthias’s. No one has ever kissed me the way Nathan does. It’s like he needs to taste every bit of me. Trust me, I’m happy to oblige. My hands roam over his body. We have too much clothing between us, but I’m unwilling to break away long enough to remove any of it. I press myself against him and move my hips to get friction against my aching cock. He’s got me so tightly pressed I can’t move more than the tiniest movement.
It’s been a long day, and I long for the reassuring feeling of being close to Nathan. He must be in my head because he pulls away. “I need you inside me.”
“God, yes.” I rub against him harder.
“Bedroom. Now,” Nathan growls as he pulls away. We set a land speed record for getting into his bedroom, with shirts and pants falling to the floor somewhere along the way. I stop and pull him into me before we reach the bed. There’s a growing damp spot on his blue boxer briefs. I slide the tips of my fingers into his waistband and pull them down. His cock bobs free, the tip shiny with precum.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” I pull down my boxers and grab Nathan’s hand, leading him toward the bed. “Hands and knees.” We’ve been at the foreplay for hours now, but I’m not ready to give in yet. My insides are on fire with the need to fill him up.
I part the globes of his ass wide and tease his entrance with my tongue. “Fuck. Colt.” I lick and tease him until his hole softens, then slide my tongue into him. He makes the most sinful noises as I eat his ass. I swear if he keeps moaning like that, I’m going to come before we even start. He must be thinking the same thing because he starts to beg. “You have to get inside me. Now, Colt.”
NATHAN
I’ve been rimmed before, but Colt devours me like a starving beast, his tongue tracing every curve and crevice of my ass with an insatiable hunger. I writhe beneath him, desperate for more, my body on fire with anticipation. Each touch from his skilled mouth only intensifies the pleasure, making it harder to resist. “Please. I need you.”
Feeling my urgency, Colt pulls away with a primal grunt. I whimper, and he places a hand on my lower back to steady me. I hear the bedside table open and then the familiar sound of a condom wrapper being torn open. Then he positions me onto my side, pressing himself against my ass.
Without hesitation, I push back into him, craving the fullness and closeness only he can provide. “Hang on. I gotcha.” He enters me with one smooth thrust, and we both freeze, savoring the moment. He’s shaking with restraint, but I’m thankful for the few seconds to adjust.
So close. So full.
As Colt begins to move, his hips rocking with deliberate and slow movements, his arms wrap around me possessively. His fingers glide over my skin, igniting pleasure everywhere they touch. A single shift of his position, and he finds that perfect spot deep within me, sending a jolt of pleasure through my entire body. I curse loudly as he continues to hit that spot again and again.
“I’m. So. Close.” I gasp, wanting to prolong this ecstasy but unable to hold out any longer. My cock is so hard it hurts. I reach for it, and Colt swats my hand away and wraps his fist around me.
“Come for me,” he growls in my ear as he strokes me in sync with his thrusts. His words push me over the edge.
I cry out as my orgasm crashes over me in waves, leaving me panting and spent. Without wasting a second, Colt pulls out and flips me onto my back. Quickly disposing of the condom, he starts stroking himself with an intensity that borders on desperation. “Fuck yes,” he groans, his face contorted with pleasure.
“I want to see you come,” I tell him, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Fuuuuuck.” His hips stall as he comes in thick ropes that land across my chest and stomach. When he finishes, he collapses on top of me, a sweaty mess of tangled limbs.
I can’t do anything but lie there. I don’t care that I’m covered in our releases or that it’s probably cementing our bodies together. I’m happy and content. Maybe more than I’ve ever been.
Eventually, Colt rolls off me. “Give me another minute to be able to feel my legs, and I’ll get up.”
“I don’t think a washcloth is going to be enough.” I look down at my cum covered skin and laugh. We need to shower before it dries and becomes itchy. “Come on.” I pull him up from the bed and lead him into the bathroom. I turn on the water and pull out a second towel for Colt. Once the water’s warm, I pull him in with me.
We take our time, enjoying how the hot water runs over our bodies, stealing kisses and running soaped-up hands over each other’s skin. This, whatever it is growing between the two of us, feels real in a way it hasn’t before. He snakes a hand around my waist and grabs my ass. My cock makes a half-hearted attempt at getting hard again.
“Stay,” I whisper.
“What?” Colt’s blue eyes are so clear.
“Stay the night. Please.”
“Of course.”