Chapter Twenty-Four Colin
Chapter Twenty-Four
Colin
Nine years ago
Amsterdam
“I’ve never had sex on a houseboat before.
” Declan drops his bag on the floor of the rental, and we both look up at the same time, smiling at each other from across the living room.
We haven’t seen each other in a year, and that’s what he starts with?
The word sex from his lips has my heart pounding excitedly.
The taxi just dropped us off, and those were Declan’s first words when we stepped foot inside.
I wasn’t quite sure if we were going to pick up where we left off, but I was planning to follow Declan’s lead.
So this is a very pleasant surprise.
“Um…I thought we could go on a canal tour or go take a peek at the Red Light District,” I reply coyly, taking a step toward him.
“Sure,” he says with a nod of his head, taking a matching step toward me. “Or…”
I smile widely before biting my lip and looking down to hide the blush on my cheeks. We both just flew into Amsterdam this morning. I came all the way from Los Angeles, and he came from Edinburgh, where he’s living with his younger brother.
On our past summer trips, we’ve always danced around the line a little before jumping right into it. Last summer was different though. Los Angeles set a new precedent, and I’m not upset about it at all.
“Or…” I say, coming closer and letting my voice trail.
He reaches a hand out toward me and grabs me by my collar, tugging me closer until I’m standing flush against him. There’s a jolt in my belly from excitement and arousal.
“Or this,” he murmurs before dipping his head down and kissing my neck. It’s instant heaven. My cock twitches in my pants, growing thick as my hips reach for him.
I hum with pleasure as I latch onto him, letting my head hang to offer him more of me. He can have it all. “I wasn’t sure if we were going to just…” My voice trails with hesitation.
He moves his ravenous lips from one side of my neck to the other, traveling up to my earlobe to take a gentle bite that makes me whimper.
“Just what?” he asks.
“You know. Just jump back into this,” I answer.
He pulls away and stares at me with his head tilted to the side. “Is this a problem?”
In a panic, I grab his neck and haul him toward me. “Fuck no.”
Then his lips are on mine, and he’s kissing me with ferocity.
It’s almost embarrassing how much I’m grinding against him, but he’s encouraging it. Grabbing my ass, he drags me against him, using me to find friction for his own dick.
We’re tearing at each other’s clothes as he backs up toward the bedroom. When his legs hit the bed, he falls backward, and I quickly climb on top of him, straddling his hips and kissing him hungrily.
I love the feel of his hands on my hips. The size of his body beneath me. The softness of his chest hair against my fingers.
I’m grinding against him when he starts fumbling with the zipper and button on my pants.
“Get these off,” he says. “Now.”
I love his commands. God, I’ve missed them.
No one could do it the way he does. And I’ve tried.
This was the year I finally did what Declan told me to, and I tried dating other guys.
I looked for more dominant men in hopes that I’d find someone who made me feel half as good as Declan does. No such luck.
My pants are off in a split second, but when I hesitate with my briefs, I glance up to see what he does. He tears everything of his off until he’s naked, and I smile to myself, pulling every stitch of clothing from my body. Before I climb back onto the bed, he moves to his knees to face me.
“Come here,” he commands.
I rush onto the bed to face him, and he pulls me in for another kiss. His hands move to my hips again, and he guides my movements, making my body grind against him. How is something so subtle so damn hot?
“God, I missed you,” he mumbles against my mouth. His hand traces up my back and then down to my ass, squeezing the round globe tightly in his fingers.
“I missed you too,” I reply with a whimper.
“Can I tell you something?” he asks, and I tense for a moment. There is absolutely no telling what he’s about to say, and I find myself feeling more hopeful than I probably should.
Tell me you don’t want this summer to end.
Tell me you don’t want to say goodbye.
Tell me you love me.
“What?” I reply.
“I haven’t been with anyone since last summer.”
I freeze, pulling back with my lips parted. “Really?”
He nods. “I don’t know if it was because last summer was so fucking good or because we’ve just had so much going on with my family, but I haven’t done a single thing with anyone since you.”
I’m frozen. What does this mean? What is he trying to say?
“That’s why I didn’t want to do any sightseeing first. I needed this, Shakespeare. It’s just so easy with you.”
“Right,” I mutter in response. I’m not disappointed, or so I tell myself. I should be flattered. I’m the person Declan is most comfortable with. The one to scratch that itch.
“What about you?” he asks, and I stiffen.
His hands are still on my hips, our stiff lengths lying flat between our bodies. I’m working on a way to formulate a response when he wraps his hand around my shaft, and my eyes roll back in my head.
“Come on,” he urges me. “Be honest.”
I can’t think straight when he does that. “Um…”
Then he releases my cock and says, “Spit.”
I open my eyes to find his hand open under my chin, so I do as he said, and when he returns his wet palm to my cock, it feels even better. With a whimper, I answer him. “There have been…a couple…people.”
“A couple?” he asks, and I force my eyes open to gauge his reaction. The idea of him being mad at me is debilitating, but he’s wearing a playful smirk, so I take that to mean he’s glad I’ve slept around this year.
Not sure how I feel about that.
“Yeah…just three.”
“Good for you, Shakespeare,” he says, but this time, the smirk fades, and I feel a bit uneasy.
Then he lines our shafts up together and wraps a hand around them, stroking them together, and I feel my hips thrust into his grasp. I couldn’t stop if I tried.
It feels so good.
And the last thing I want to do is talk, but Declan is insistent. “Were they good to you?” he asks.
I nod, a pained expression on my face.
“Did you use protection?”
“Yes.”
“Good boy,” he says, squeezing harder, and I whimper again.
My hand is gripping his arm as he holds me upright.
I want to fall into his arms, but the hold on my cock is divine, and I can’t move from this position.
His warm, soft shaft feels like heaven against mine.
Every familiar inch of him puts me in a trance.
Those tight pecs. His thick thighs. The tuft of hair at the base of his cock.
It’s all so Declan, and it’s all I want.
“None of them were you, though,” I mumble breathlessly. It doesn’t register that this might be too intimate or the wrong thing to say.
“You’re fucking right they weren’t,” he replies with a growl.
The next thing I know, he releases our cocks. I glance down to see him pressing the tip of his cock to the tip of mine and my brows pinch together in confusion.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
“I want to try something,” he replies.
Still slick with saliva, he slides the foreskin of his cock over the head of mine, and I let out a gasp.
“Declan,” I call, like I’m trying to stop him from hurting himself. He sucks a breath in through his teeth.
“Just hold still.” His face is practically feral with a sneer, and his pupils are dilated. Then he starts stroking, creating a tight sleeve that suddenly takes my breath away.
I clutch tighter to his arm as tingles travel down my spine and goose bumps erupt over my skin.
The sensation is heavenly. Like being wrapped up in him. Like getting to be inside him while he’s also inside me.
My mind is spinning and my body buzzing.
I never want this moment to end. And it’s not just the incredible sensation of tight skin and precum around the sensitive head of my dick.
It’s that Declan wanted to try this with me.
He must have thought about this when we weren’t together.
That thought alone nearly sends me over the edge.
He’s stroking rapidly, our chests heaving in sync when I’m just about to come. My head is thrown back, my eyes closed, and cries of pleasure escape my lips when he says, “Look at me, Shelby.”
I turn my gaze to his face and stare at him, watching him as he slowly comes undone. It’s so vulnerable and intimate, and I’m shocked that he wants me to watch it. His lips are parted, and he’s breathing harshly, swept away by his own orgasm.
The groan he emits is loud and raspy a moment before I feel the warm jets of his cum as they leak from his fingers.
I’m so distracted by his pleasure that I let my own slip from my grasp.
When Declan nearly collapses against me, my cock is still hard between us, but I’m not disappointed.
Watching him lose himself and knowing he let me watch was better than anything I could have felt myself.
After a moment, with his chest still gasping for breaths, Declan lifts his head up and notices I’m still hard and throbbing, my shaft covered with his release.
When he slides his body downward, I grab his arm to stop him. “No, Declan. You don’t have to—”
He swats my hand away. Then he gazes into my eyes with a deadly serious expression. “I take care of you, don’t I?”
I’m stunned for a moment before nodding. “Yes.”
To my shock, he uses his thumb to spread his release across the length of my cock and then eases it into his mouth. My mouth is hanging open as I watch him suck me into the back of his throat, unbothered by the mess or the taste of himself.
“Declan,” I murmur, reaching my fingers into his hair.
Once again, my mind echoes—This isn’t what friends do.
This is so much more, and he won’t admit it. He’s gazing longingly into my eyes as he brings me so much pleasure it feels as if I could drown in it. It’s not depraved or dirty or wrong. He just wants to make me feel good, and he does. God, more than anyone, he does.
I’m being swept away on a warm summer breeze, and I feel it in every inch of my body. It’s not just a soul-shattering orgasm that racks through me—it’s him.
His mouth never leaves me as I come, taking every drop from my body to his as if we are one.
And finally, I collapse onto the mattress, staring at the ceiling.
He disappears for a moment, coming back with something to wipe me clean.
And then he’s lying next to me. Our naked bodies are pressed together as he pulls me into his arms as if it’s the most natural, normal thing in the world.
I guess, in some ways, it is.