Chapter 7 #2
He turns to look at me, wiping his hand on his pants. “I do appreciate the ride home. I didn’t mean to insult you.” My hands clench the steering wheel, and he wets his lips, reaching over and touching my dick over my pants. “I can make it up to you.”
“You have food you need to eat,” I whisper, trying like hell not to groan. I know exactly how he’ll make it up to me.
“I can put it in the fridge. I’d much rather snack on your dick.”
That makes my head fall back and my eyes roll into the back of my head.
But we’re interrupted by obnoxious laughing as a few guys move toward the car. Colton’s hand leaves my dick, and he places it on his lap instead, staring forward until they pass.
“Come up,” he says. “Come up with me.”
“I should go home,” I say as I open the door. My feet hit the pavement. “I have plans.”
I lock the car, and Colton follows me to the front entrance of his house.
“I know you do. I’m so lucky to spend a little time with you.”
I trail him to the kitchen where he puts the food away and then moves up the stairs, my eyes landing on his ass as I follow him.
I should ask him if I can eat it. Maybe if I say please.
His bedroom door closes behind us, and we stand in the middle of his room, staring at each other.
“What were you thinking about when we walked up the stairs? I heard you groan.”
“I didn’t groan,” I murmur. “You’re imagining things.”
“So are you.”
He wets his lips and bites down on the bottom one. Hard. Fuck, why is he so sexy?
“Tell me what you were thinking and I’ll get on my knees and make you come.”
My cock thickens, my heart rate picking up.
“Tell me,” he says, moving closer, his hand running up my chest and cupping the front of my neck. “I want to feel your admission.”
I groan as his thigh presses against my cock.
“I was thinking about your ass,” I manage to say, my Adam’s apple bobbing against his palm.
“And?”
“Wanting to taste it.”
He freezes, his fingers digging into my neck. Then his lips hover over mine, brushing against my mouth so softly.
“We can arrange that.”
His tongue hits mine, and then he’s kissing me roughly, walking me back until I’m pressed against the wall, my hands grabbing on to his ass, my hips arching up into his.
“You can eat my ass anytime you want.”
A disgusting groan leaves me. I shouldn’t want this, and yet I do. I want all of it.
His fingers trail down my back and under my pants, grabbing my bare ass.
“You’re not wearing underwear,” he says, squeezing the flesh of my globes. “You were hoping I’d stick my hands down your pants, hm?”
I can’t even roll my eyes. I just thrust forward, rolling my hips into him.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, his finger dragging down my crack.
I buck forward again, and he groans.
“Did you bring the plugs? Tell me you did.”
“I don’t carry them around, dickhead.”
“Fine, I have backup.” He pulls away from me, and my hands reach for him. Desperate. Disgusting. And yet I can’t help it. He’s addictive.
I watch as he reaches into his drawer and takes out a small box. He opens it and pulls out a dildo, long and thick. My throat clicks as he meets my gaze.
“Gonna fuck you nice and slow with this.”
I don’t even hesitate, just drop my pants and blush when he chuckles.
“Eager, hm? My greedy little bottom.”
He looks smug, and part of me wants to pull my pants back on and leave, but I don’t. I shuck my shirt and make my way to the bed. He knows I want to try this with him.
“Fuck yeah,” he murmurs as he tosses the dildo and lube onto the mattress and then removes his clothes. He moves quickly, revealing his smooth, tanned skin in a matter of seconds, and then crawls onto the bed next to me.
“Lean back. Spread those legs.”
I do as he asks, feeling the blush spread from my cheeks to my chest.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he whispers, reaching down and pushing my knees up, exposing me to him, spreading me out entirely. His eyes sweep from my hole to my face and then back again.
“Just a little taste,” he mutters, and then his mouth is on me. My cock, my balls, my ass. I’m arching into it, my fingers digging into the underside of my thighs as I try to hold on. But it’s hard when he feels so damn good around me. In me. On me.
His tongue pushes into my ass, and I grunt, feeling my hole expand around him. He thrusts it in and out until I’m sloppy and wet before his mouth moves to my balls, sucking one into his mouth and then the other, making my eyes cross. But when he deep-throats me, I know it’s game over.
My eyes close, and I pray I don’t come, but it’s hopeless. There is no god. There’s no one. My release explodes into his mouth, and he swallows it down, groaning around me until I’m milked dry.
My entire body is trembling from the aftershocks, trying to gulp down air as Colton grabs the dildo and the lube.
“My deep-throating skills are coming along,” he says.
“Yeah,” I murmur, not really noticing a difference, only that it’s the best head I’ve ever received.
Fuck. I can’t imagine him being any better.
It would be fucking tragic for me and my balls.
The trickle of lube on my crack and hole has me biting my bottom lip, feeling Colton’s finger swirl around my rim.
“Love being inside of you.” His eyes meet mine. “When I fuck you, can I go bare? Or you want me to wear a condom?”
I don’t even hesitate. “Bare.”
That makes him grin, his finger slipping into my hole.
“Fuck yeah. I’ll make it so good for you.”
I know he will. Everything with him has been annoyingly hot.
His finger slides deeper, and I feel my hole contract and then loosen as he pushes knuckle-deep.
“I’m gonna get you so nice and wet. Then I’m gonna fuck another orgasm out of you with this dildo.”
I nod, unable to speak as he adds more lubrication and pushes a second finger into me. He sees it all, too—the way my rim opens for him, the way my hole sucks him in. It’s easy. Far too fucking easy.
It shouldn’t be like this the first time, but fuck, I’m so proud that this won’t be hard. The sex won’t be at least. Whatever these budding feelings for Colton are will be far more complicated.
“Witkoff, your ass was made for cock,” Colton says and then pushes another finger in, twisting his wrist, hitting my prostate and making me mewl. Like a fucking cat. So fucking embarrassing, but I can’t help it. The things this guy can do to me.
I should have known to stay away, but my body can’t help but drift toward him.
Hence why I’m spread out on his bed, taking three of his fingers like a wanton slut.
“You ready for more?” he asks, and I nod, feeling my cock fully harden at the thought of being filled with something more.
His fingers slip from me, and he reaches for the dildo, lathering it with lube and pressing it to my already wet entrance.
“All right, Witkoff, show me what you got.”
And then he slips it right inside. My body doesn’t hesitate in accepting, just allows the thick silicone cock to slide smoothly in.
“Fuck, you take that so well,” Colton groans and then crawls between my legs, and his lips hit mine. My ankles link behind his lower back, my hands threading through his hair as he plunders my mouth. It’s chaotic and wet, but I don’t care. I just want him to keep fucking me with that cock.
“I want you so fucking bad,” he murmurs, his fist still rocking the dildo into me, the other curled around the back of my neck. “I want to fuck you. Not with this cock, but with my own.”
“Ngggh,” I moan, and he kisses me again, thrusting that dick further into me, bottoming out and making my back arch up off the bed.
“Will you let me? I know you wanted to wait, but fuck, you’d feel so good.” As if to tempt me, he drags his dick up my stomach, and I feel how hard it is, how wet. He’s dripping onto me.
“Please. Fuck me.”
His chin hits his chest, and with a flick of his wrist, the silicone cock is flung onto the mattress, and I feel the nudge of flesh against my hole.
“My labs are clear,” he says and then pushes into me without warning.
I cry out, his dick so much bigger than the dildo, but still my body stretches to accept him.
“Fuck, you’re so damn tight,” he moans, pushing forward again, six inches deep and still going. “Myles. Myles,” he gasps as he hovers over me, still pushing in. Further and further until he’s balls deep.
It’s only then that he stops for a moment, his eyes meeting mine. I can see his pupils dark and blown out, his cheeks flushed with excitement. With lust.
“You are fucking perfect.”
The way he whispers it has my hands drifting down to his ass and pulling him into me a few more centimeters.
“You want it hard your first time? Or do you want me to make love to you?”
That question throws me for a second, and I find myself uttering, “Hard. Fuck me. As hard as you want.”
He blinks and then wets his lips, his back arching up slightly. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
And then his hips snap back and then slam forward, making me cry out in surprise.
It hurts so fucking good. My cock doesn’t know what to do, so it just stays hard, throbbing between my legs as he pistons his dick into me over and over.
My body is thrust up the mattress, inch by inch, until my head is up against the headboard.
It only makes Colton grab onto the structure and use it for leverage, destroying me, body and soul.
I can feel my orgasm rising, the sting of being split open over and over, coupled with the intense sensation of being fucked by Colton Cavanaugh. I know it won’t be long before I topple over the edge.
And Colton looks just as close. The tendons in his arms and neck are distinct and bulging from his skin, sweat trickling down his pecs as he works his way in and out of me.
I can do nothing but hold on to his hips and buckle in for the ride of my life.
“Look at you,” he moans between the slapping of sweaty skin. “You’re my favorite addiction.”
He leans down and kisses me roughly, his hips still moving, his cock still dragging in and out of my hole.
When he pulls away from my mouth, he stares down at me, almost in awe.