Chapter Twenty Colin
Chapter Twenty
Colin
Declan and I kiss for a few moments before it becomes clear that we both want more. He carries me awkwardly into the shallow water, and then I’m forced to drop my feet as we move onto the shore. But his mouth never leaves mine.
Not when a wave hits us and not when I fall onto the sand. He just drapes his body over mine on the wet shore and continues kissing me until it feels like I could die of happiness.
My legs part, and he settles between them. Our wet shorts don’t hide how much we both want this. His cock feels like steel as he presses it fiercely to mine.
“Declan,” I whimper as he ruts himself against me.
“What?” he replies as he moves his mouth down to my throat.
“Please…” I can’t make the rest of the words come out. I chicken out at the last second.
“What does my needy boy want?” he asks before sucking hard on my neck. My eyes roll back as I try to maintain some composure.
“I want you…” I murmur.
“Want me to what, Colin? Use your words and tell me what you want.”
The use of my name and the tone of his voice send chills down my spine. I have never been filled with more desire in all of my life. So why can’t I just say it?
“I want you to…”
“Say it, baby,” he mumbles. “Let me hear you say it.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“That’s my boy,” he growls against my skin. I’m a whimpering, moaning, breathless mess as he grinds himself against me, turning me into something I don’t even recognize. At this point, I’m hardly human. I’m only lust and desire.
“God, I want to fuck you so bad,” he mumbles as his mouth moves downward over my chest. When his teeth close around my nipple, I make a sound I’ve never heard before. It’s a carnal, rasping sound fueled only by the arousal currently keeping me alive.
I’m useless, lying on the wet sand as he sucks and bites the tight bud of my nipple. At this point, I’ve leaked so much precum I think I might have already come entirely.
“I want to get you off first,” he hums against my skin. “Right here, I want you to be a good boy and come for me.”
“Declan,” I call in a needy plea. It’s all too much. My back arches, and my body tightens. It won’t take much to get me off at this point. And as much as I want to come, I don’t want this torturous euphoria to end. It’s the greatest thing I’ve ever felt, and we haven’t even gotten to the sex yet.
But if this is what it feels like to be free with Declan, I want more. And I want it forever.
He continues to suck on the sensitive bud as his hand reaches into my shorts and wraps around my cock. He slips his finger under the hood and teases the sensitive head, and I suck in a breath through my teeth.
“Fuck,” I cry out, writhing on the cold, wet ground.
He’s desperate and eager, and he barely gets my shorts down before quickly bending over to take me into his mouth. He sucks hard and fiercely, sending me careening toward a quick and intense orgasm. It takes only a few pumps of his mouth on my cock before I’m forced to surrender to it.
“Oh God, I’m coming,” I shriek. I lose all control of my own body as the climax takes hold. I’m shuddering and shaking as the pleasure pulses through me violently.
When I’m finally coming down from the euphoria, my body tingles like it’s coming back to life.
I barely have a chance to recover before Declan pulls me to my feet.
Then he’s dragging me up to the house, stopping every few moments to kiss me.
I taste myself on his tongue, and it turns me on more than I ever thought it would.
At one point, he grabs my hand and slams it against his rock-hard length, and I squeeze it eagerly, desperate to hear his pleasured cries. He whimpers into my mouth as I stroke him over his shorts.
My back is covered in sand when we reach the house. But I couldn’t possibly care at the moment. He yanks open the sliding glass door and tugs me inside. We are clawing at each other, riding this tsunami wave of desire.
“My bag,” he mutters against my lips when we reach the kitchen. Then, he leaves our kiss for a moment to dig into his duffel bag on the floor. When he comes back, he’s holding a strip of condoms and a clear bottle of lube.
The sight of them sets my heart ablaze. He planned for this. This is happening. This is finally fucking happening, and he planned for it. Goose bumps spread all over my skin as the anticipation floods through me.
I’m standing in the kitchen; the dim glow from the single lamp in the living room is enough to illuminate his face as he approaches me. His pupils are blown wide, and his face has never looked more sexy to me.
His hand goes to my throat, and I tilt my head back for him, giving him more access. Giving him more of me.
“Get on your knees for me,” he commands, and I lower myself without hesitation. “Now open your mouth.”
I do exactly as he says. Obeying orders has never felt so good.
Declan releases my throat and slides his shorts down to his ankles. Then he takes hold of his cock and slaps the head of it against my tongue with a wet thwack.
He looks so turned on as he stares down at me with his cock between my lips. He looks like he wants to defile me, use me, ruin me. God, I want that too. Right now, he can do whatever he wants.
“You look so good with my cock in your mouth. Such a pretty boy. Such a pretty little slut,” he mutters, licking his lips. “Stand up, Colin.”
I quickly do as he says, backing up until my ass hits the kitchen counter. Then, to my surprise, he kneels in front of me, gently tearing my shorts down and kissing his way across my abdomen as he does. My lips part, and my cock throbs, already hard again.
Once my bottoms are on the floor, Declan taps my hip. “Get up on the counter.”
I quickly climb up, and he settles between my knees, kissing me ravenously again. My hands roam his body, eager to feel him now that I have the liberty to. The curves and ridges of his shoulders and chest.
While I’m touching him, he reaches for the bottle of lube on the counter, and I hear the bottle click. Something in me tenses.
What if I can’t do this? What if it hurts, or I hate it?
Declan gently kisses my lips as he stares into my eyes as if he’s reading the anxiety on my face. “You can trust me,” he whispers.
As he backs up, I spread my legs wider, scooting myself to the edge of the counter. He loops one arm under my leg and holds me open for him when I feel the slick pad of his finger at the tight rim of my ass.
Immediately, I tense again.
He kisses my clavicle.
“Let me in, baby.”
His soothing words wash over me, and I let out an exhale as something inside me loosens. His finger continues to massage the entrance, but when he applies pressure to enter me, our eyes lock, and I just focus on him.
This is Declan. The one person I can trust. The closest person to my own self. He is me, and I am him, and there is nothing between us anymore.
Right as his finger slips past the ring of muscle, I let out a gasp. It’s like nothing and then everything all at once. He’s inside me, and it might be nothing compared to the thick length of his dick, but this small moment feels monumental.
“That’s it,” he whispers. “Are you okay?” he asks.
Silently, I nod.
So he starts pumping his finger in and out, stretching me open as he moves.
And from there, it’s as if my body listens to him more than it listens to me.
Before long, he’s able to slip in a second finger and then a third.
He curls them and finds places inside of me I didn’t know existed.
He teases me with sensations like fireworks that make me want to explore so much more.
He moans with every thrust of his hand, and I’m too struck by the feel of him owning my body that I can’t make a single sound. My cock leaks with precum again, and it makes me feel filthy and sexy and all his.
“Are you ready for me?” he asks with a raspy voice. “I can’t wait any longer.”
“I’m ready,” I groan.
Declan quickly slips his hand from between my legs and reaches for the condoms. I kiss his lips and down his jawline as he works the rubber over his cock. I never want this to end, and it hasn’t even started yet.
Once he has the condom on, he douses it with lube and rubs a little more on me for good measure. Then, he’s dragging me farther, so I’m practically hanging off the edge. I hold my cock in my hand against my belly, but I don’t stroke, as tempting as it is.
His eyes cast downward as he watches himself line up with my hole. I’m gasping for each breath, gazing at him like he’s my anchor, when I feel the warm blunt head of his cock pressing against my rim.
He presses against me for a moment, and I nearly panic that it won’t work, or he won’t fit, and this was all for nothing. Then he slips past the ring of muscle, and I let out the loudest, raspiest sound I’ve made all night.
Declan’s gaze pierces mine as he inches his way inside of me. I feel him everywhere. The sensation of being so full is foreign and new. He’s filling me, so I become more him than me. It’s painful and overwhelming but also amazing and consuming. The sting of pain is drowned out by the need for more.
He looks back down to watch my ass swallow his cock, and the rapture on his face is enough for me. My body brings him pleasure.
When I feel his hips against me, I know he’s as far as he can go, and I let out a sigh of relief. He’s really inside me. This is actually happening.
“Are you okay?” he whispers.
I nod enthusiastically. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Yeah,” I reply.
He winces at my answer, so I grab his hip and hold him in place. “But it’s a good hurt.”
While he’s buried to the hilt, he pulls me closer, kissing my mouth with tender passion.
“Does it feel good?” I ask when the kiss comes to an end.
Declan squeezes his eyes closed and rests his forehead against my shoulder. “Like you wouldn’t believe,” he says with a groan.
A smile spreads across my face as my fingers dig into his hair, holding him closer and wishing I could preserve this moment forever.
“Can I move now?” he whispers.
I nod. “Yeah.”
As he eases away, he hooks an arm under my leg again. Then he pulls out to the tip and slides slowly back in. The expression on his face is pained as he moves. Then he starts to pick up speed as if he can’t help himself.
The faster he moves, the better it feels. My entire body starts to buzz, and when Declan latches a fist around my cock, I let out a grunt of pleasure.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he mutters. “Your arse is strangling my cock, Shakespeare. I won’t be able to fuck anyone else ever again after this.”
“I’m yours, remember? This arse is yours,” I say between panting breaths.
“Yes, it is,” he replies as he slams into me harder. “All fucking mine.”
As he picks up speed, I am lost to the current of this passion. Then he pushes me backward until I’m reclining on my elbows. And with one minor change in the direction of his thrusts, Declan hits a spot inside of me that has me whimpering again.
“Oh God,” I moan as I melt into the granite countertop. He’s stroking my cock to the rhythm of his thrusts, and the faster he moves, the more intense my pleasure becomes.
“I can’t take it anymore,” I shout. “Fuck, Declan. I’m gonna…”
I never finish my sentence. My orgasm hits me like a storm, stealing the words straight from my chest. Warm, wet drops of my own cum land against my chest.
Declan practically roars as his release hits him. He thrusts hard two more times before stilling inside of me. I feel his cock pulse and twitch as he unloads into the condom.
Then, we’re both useless heaps of flesh.
He drapes himself over me, and I lie flat as the dead on the counter.
My cheeks hurt from where Declan was driving them into the counter, but up until this point, I couldn’t feel a bloody thing.
My legs ache. My body is cold and sticky from the ocean water and sand.
But none of that matters. Because I just got everything I ever wanted. I’m not a virgin anymore. I just had sex with my best friend and quite possibly the love of my life.
Nothing could hurt me now.