Chapter 7 #3
“I’m gonna come. I’m gonna fill that pretty little hole up.”
I nod and moan when he lifts back up and thrusts into me hard. His movements are jerky, out of sync, and then I feel his entire body shudder. His cock pulses inside of me, filling me up, just like his moans are filling the corners of the room.
I’m not far behind. The sensation of him inside of me, his body above me, his come painting my ass is all I need. I lift my hips, pulling him down onto me, and grind against his abdomen.
That’s all it takes. My come spills between us, my wild moans sounding too much like sobs.
“You crying, baby?” he asks, and I huff in annoyance, swiping at my wet cheeks.
“Fuck no.”
“Did I hurt you?” he asks, leaning down to lick my face clean.
I let him. I’d let him do anything to me at this moment.
“I’m good.”
When Colton finally peels himself off of me, he doesn’t fall to my side like I expect him to. No, he shuffles between my legs and stares at my hole.
“The porn I watch is so hot when the cum trickles out.”
He meets my mortified stare and grins. “Let it out, Myles. I want to see what I did to that pink hole.”
I throw an arm over my flaming face and then feel it slowly seep from me. He doesn’t break his stare. Not that I see it, but I can feel those eyes on me, on what he put inside of me.
And I can feel when he starts pushing it back in.
Filthy fucker.
“That’s right. Such a big load right inside of you.”
“Fuck off.”
But he doesn’t stop. And I don’t make him. I just let him continue to push his release back into me until he’s finally satisfied.
It’s only then that he falls to my side and brings my lips to his.
“The way I’m gonna wreck that hole every day.”
“Like hell I’ll let you in that often.”
“Oh,” he says with a wicked wink. “I bet you’ll be the one finding me and begging to be fucked. I bet you break first. You want to be played with so badly, Myles.”
I roll my eyes, but wonder if maybe he’s right.
Because as I lie there, feeling deliciously sore in parts that I didn’t know existed, I already want to go again.
And therein lies the problem.
I don’t beg for sex for two whole days. I refuse, but it’s hard to admit to myself that I want it as bad as I do.
The plugs get a good workout. I can’t stop fucking myself with them.
I’m already almost out of lube.
I hate myself for not just asking him to put me out of my misery, but he was so sure.
Even after falling asleep on me, his body curled into mine, he whispered it.
“Beg me, Witkoff. Beg me to play with you.”
I’m not begging anyone to play with me.
And yet as I sprawl out on my bed, fisting the plug and shoving it in and out of my hole, I realize that I may have to cave. He’s not going to beg me. Maybe he’s over it.
Maybe he’s over me.
The thought of it has my hand slowing down and my mind whiting out.
He’s not over me. He can’t be. We still text, and he was just over, kissing me, forcing me to my knees until I was hard and aching. Which is why I’m lying here, trying to find some relief.
He didn’t offer to get me off. He just left to go to class.
My hand moves to my phone, and I stare at our most recent texts.
No way is he over me, not with the drooling emojis he sent me. He liked it that much.
But I call him anyway, just to be sure.
“What’s up? Finally ready to beg?” he says, the most cocky question on Earth.
Just the sound of his voice makes my cock leak.
“Fuck you. I was just making sure you made it to class okay.”
“Oh, I made it and I’m just fine. Still horny since you didn’t get me off.”
“I got you off. Got on my knees and everything. Don’t lie. You’re bad at it.”
My throat is still sore from the fucking he gave it.
“Hm. Debatable. It wasn’t twice, which is what I require now that I’ve met you, Witkoff. Seems you’ve made me insatiable.”
I push the plug into me once more, swearing he can hear the squelch of it.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“Nothing,” I murmur, pulling it out and then shoving it back in. It makes me grunt, but not the good kind. The frustrated kind. The kind of frustration that comes from a cock not being big enough.
Seems I’m a power bottom and a size queen. I want it big and thick. I want it all the time.
“You’re fucking yourself, aren’t you? You ready to beg so I can take over?”
“No.” But even as I say that, my mind screams Please, come fuck me. Hurry.
“I could be over after class. I could blow your mind. We’d have all night.”
“I have practice.”
“After that, then. Before and after.”
I groan and continue shoving the plug into myself, feeling my body break out into a sweat.
“Say it, Myles. Fucking say it. I’m dying too.”
I can’t help it. The way he says my name, a plea.
My voice cracks when I cry out, “Fuck me. Please. Now you tell me how much you want it.”
“I fucking want you. I think about you all the time. Be ready for me, baby.”
The phone hangs up, and I lie there, feeling the heat of embarrassment flood through me. I can’t believe I caved, that it was so easy. But all the shame welling up inside of me dissipates when the door opens thirty minutes later and Colton walks in.
“Thought you had class,” I say, turning over and offering my ass to him. It’s already lubed up and ready. I’m on my hands and knees begging with my body.
“I suddenly got so very sick. Dick deprivation sickness. It’s a thing.”
A groan leaves me when I feel his flesh hit mine.
His lips meet the middle of my back as his cock slides up the crack of my ass.
“Fuck, I wasn’t kidding. I was dying. I was touching myself in the middle of class. Right under my desk like a fucking creep.”
He drags his dick up my ass again and then settles it right at my hole.
We both groan as he sinks inside of me, an inch, and then a slam dunk forward. He’s balls deep before I can even groan.
But then I let loose, my hands fisting in the covers, my body bucking back, wanting more. Needing it. It’s been two days and I can’t cope with the absence of him.
Since when have I become so dick depraved?
So dick dependent?
Since him. Since Colton Cavanaugh. Since he touched my dick and made me come.
I gasp when the angle of his cock pierces my third wall, and I press my face to the mattress, holding on for dear life as he ravages me. This is a good fucking, the kind you only get once in your life. If you’re lucky, you’ll be able to keep it—to keep them.
I want to do that.
I want him to stay.
I fuck back against his hard length as he impales me over and over. His groans meet mine, desperate, hungry. Immoral.
I want it like this every day. Every. Fucking. Day.
His fingernails dig into my hips, and I reach between my legs, tugging on my dick, making my balls draw up. I’m not going to last.
My orgasm barrels through me, cum spurting on the sheets beneath me, my rim contracting around his cock.
He swears at me, curses my name, and then I feel him empty himself into my ass.
So much of it.
And then he pulls out and leans back, waiting.
“You’re such a pervert,” I say, and he laughs, watching as his cum spills from me before pushing it back in.
“Not any more than you.” He takes the plug and pushes it inside me, keeping his mess inside my ass. Making me hold a piece of him.
“You wear this until practice. Then take it out. Don’t want that ass hurt. Not with how I’m gonna fuck you later tonight.”
My cock rallies, perking up slightly, trying to get hard in anticipation. But even I need five minutes to recover.
Colton flips me over, throwing a leg and an arm over me, his lips meeting mine.
“You drive me crazy,” he murmurs, and I nod. He does the same to me.
He makes me insane. I don’t know how to fix it.
And I don’t know if I want to.