Chapter 6 #2
I groan, reaching in front of me to grab my aching, waiting cock. I stroke it roughly as he continues his torture. I can’t stand it. It’s too much, too overwhelming. But I don’t truly know the meaning of that until he slides a finger inside my wet, sloppy hole and finds my prostate.
I’ve read about how good it can be, a deep dive leading me to wonder if I’d ever be brave enough to try it.
But now I don’t need to wonder. I gasp, my vision whiting out, my legs shaking as if I’ve just run the field over and over.
It’s…oh fuck, it’s good. It’s more than good.
It’s something I’ll never be able to get over.
He chuckles as he flicks his finger against it, massaging it, his tongue pushing inside once more. I’m left almost weeping, my whines meeting my ears. Desperate, unhinged, feral.
He doesn’t let up. He knows he’s wrecking me. He fucking knows it, and doesn’t stop. He only pushes harder, and when I come, I scream. Broken, needy, wild.
I flop onto the bed, unable to even keep myself upright. I’m shaking—legs, arms and chest. I’m vibrating. My cheeks are wet, my cock still spurting as he works me over the edge. A continual fall, an endless descent into whatever this is.
A name. I need a fucking name for this.
His finger slips from me, and he shuffles up, his body lying right against mine, his wet, swollen lips the focal point of his face. Then it’s the eyes. Those dark, mischievous eyes.
“You really liked that.”
I can’t even talk. I just swallow so loudly it clicks.
He reaches up and touches my Adam’s apple gently. “I’m going to fuck your throat now.”
I do nothing but roll onto my back and let him straddle me.
His cock enters me gently, his hands holding on to my head.
I watch him the entire time. The way his abdomen flexes, the way his throat bobs as he takes pleasure in my mouth, in the way I suck and hollow out my cheeks.
The way I slide my tongue up and down his length.
He’s groaning, whispering words I can’t quite make out, but I can tell what he says is desperate.
“Fuck, you’re hot. So fucking hot. Look at you.”
His eyes slam into mine, and he holds himself in my throat. I choke on him, his hard, thick length, and when he pulls out, I draw in air through my nose.
He does it again and again. He fucks my mouth for so long that I’m hard again by the time his release spurts into my mouth.
I swallow it, and he turns around and fucks my ass with his finger once more, pulling a second orgasm out of me within seconds.
By the time I come down from it, I’m limp, gasping for air as he reaches onto the floor and grabs the box, pulling it open and wetting his fingers with lube. He pushes two inside my hole easily, my body satiated and ready. He watches it all, his pupils blown out, his eyelids drooping.
“Such a bottom. I knew it that night, and I was right.”
I can’t even respond. I just lie there, legs sprawled open, my arms twisted in the sheets surrounding me.
When he pushes the plug into my ass, I just let him. My body doesn’t even fight it. It’s just an easy slide inside, settling between my ass cheeks and making me groan.
“So full. Fuck, you’re a marvel.”
He reaches over and grabs his phone, snapping a picture of it before showing it to me.
I blink at the screen, my cock limp against me, my cum spread across my stomach. And right between my ass cheeks, right below my balls, is the plug.
It makes my dick twitch.
“I’m going to fuck you so good when you’re ready. You were made for this.”
I don’t know about that. I just know that I like it, that the feeling of being stuffed full is almost too much.
I roll onto my stomach and bury my face in the pillow, inhaling the scent of him.
He sidles up against me, his hand landing on my ass, pushing against the plug softly, making me hump the mattress as the sensations once more begin to bloom inside of me.
“Are you always like this during sex?” he asks.
I huff and turn to meet his gaze. He’s so close, his nose nearly brushing mine.
“No. Then again, I’m usually with women, so it’s different.”
“Yeah, so am I, but I like this better.”
He blinks and then presses against my plug a little rougher, pulling a grunt from me.
“Maybe because it’s new,” he says and then grins. “But probably not. Seems my dick likes you.”
“Yeah,” I grunt as he wraps a leg around mine and his hand slides up my back. I shiver at his touch, my spine arching into it. Everything about him feels good. I don’t know how that’s possible, but he was made for this.
He was made to touch me.
The thought has my eyes closing, and I just allow myself to feel it.
He drags his hands up and down my body, my sides, and slides them underneath me. He misses nothing. Not a single fucking part of me. Even the soles of my feet are subject to his fingers, the soft glide against them making me buck up in surprise.
It makes the plug shift inside of me, and I groan.
“Hm, yes. There it is,” he says after turning me over and running his hands up my thighs and stomach.
He’s hovering over me and massaging my shoulders as he stares down at me.
“I want to kiss you.”
“Then go on and do it. Since when have you ever asked?”
My hands land on his hips, and he grins, shuffling down my body until he’s lying on top of me.
“First, tell me a secret.”
“Hell no. You already have a big secret of mine.”
He cocks his head, and I tighten my legs around him. “This. You.”
“Oh, so I’m a secret then?”
“Yeah, you are. I’m not parading this around.”
“You should. I’m hot.”
I huff, and he leans down and brushes a kiss against my neck. I turn into it, letting him suck and nibble on me.
He’s leaving more marks, I’m sure.
“You’re not worried about what people will think about this? About us?”
“So we’re an ‘us’ now?” He laughs, and it makes something inside of me twist.
“Not like that, asshole. I mean, if they found out we were messing around.”
“I don’t think people would care. I sure as shit don’t. But if you want this to be secret, then that’s fine.”
He glances down at me, and I say nothing until I start to squirm. “My mom and sisters know.”
“About me?”
“About a guy. They don’t know who. Paulie figured it out when you showed up…”
“Oh?”
“But he won’t say a thing.”
“If he does, so what? You ashamed?”
I think about that a moment. “No, just not sure what this is, and I don’t want to make any proclamations before I do.”
That seems to satisfy him, and he leans down and drags his tongue up my cheek.
“My stepdad would hate it. Me fucking a guy.”
“Why? Is he a homophobe?” I ask, part of me wondering if this is why he’s with me. If this is just a way to get back at his stepfather.
“Yeah. Course he is.”
“Yeah, some men are shit like that.”
“Some women, too.”
“Not my mom or my sisters.”
“Lucky duck. My mom is an evil bitch. Pretty sure she and my stepdad conspired to off my dad.”
That makes me freeze, my body stiffening beneath him.
“Fuck off. Are you joking?”
“Nope. They wanted his money and wanted to be together. He died shortly after they met. And here we are.”
“How did he die?”
Colton cocks his head at me and then shrugs. “Heart failure. Thing is, he was healthy, really fucking fit. Worked out all the time, ate right. There’s no way he died like they said he did. But it wasn’t investigated or anything. I think he was poisoned.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah. Shit. That’s what happens when you’re rich. You buy people off.”
“Is that what you’re doing with me?”
He grins at me. “Buying off your dick and ass with my mouth.”
I huff a laugh, and my hole constricts around the plug. Fuuuck. That’s nice. My cock hardens a little more, and Colton grinds against it.
“Getting horny thinking about me buying your dick? For me to use? Me and me only?”
“Hell no.”
His grin grows. “You lie.”
“Doesn’t matter. We were talking about you. But you’re deflecting.”
“You started it.”
He leans down and nuzzles my nose with his.
“Don’t wanna talk about my shit-stain stepdad and my cunt of a mom when you’re right beneath me. This is like a dream come true.”
“Hell no. You weren’t dreaming of me.”
“Yeah, I wasn’t. Not until that night after the party. Then I dreamt of you a lot. Had a bit of an awakening.”
My eyes move away from his before darting back. I search his gaze, and from what I can gather, he seems sincere. Like he’s being honest. But I don’t really know him. Only bits and pieces that he gives me.
It seems like he has a traumatic backstory, and hell if my sisters wouldn’t be up his ass about it. They’d want all the tea. Especially Maya. She’d be inappropriate and end up investigating this without his permission.
She can never know.
Ever.
Not that she will ever know that it’s Colton I’m doing. So it should be fine. Everything will be fine, right?
A finger presses against the crease between my eyebrows.
“What are you thinking about?”
“My sister.”
“What about her?”
“Just that she’s a nosy bitch. I have three, by the way. Sisters, that is.”
His eyebrows rise. “Really?”
“One’s a twin.”
“No shit.”
“Yeah.”
“She look like you?”
A glower meets his stare. “Do not go after my sister.”
His tongue sticks out, his teeth biting down against it. He looks smug, like he knows how jealous I am.
“Don’t worry. Seem to like you too much to do anything crazy.”
“Good.”
He laughs and then leans down and kisses me.
“You gonna stay over?”
I hesitate. I shouldn’t stay in his bed. That’s taking this too far.
“Yeah, guess I should.”
“You should. It’s late.”
He rolls off of me and pulls my body into his, my head resting on his chest, my leg thrown over his.
I should really leave. I should get up and run home. And yet my eyelids close, and I find myself drifting off into darkness.