Chapter Twenty-Eight Colin
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Colin
Eight years ago
Tuscany
I’m waiting for him on my knees. Exactly as we discussed on the phone. My hands are shaking, and I’m biting my lip when I hear the cab door close outside.
What if it’s not Declan? What if it’s the Italian rental homeowner who’s just popping in to find a British actor naked on his floor?
I need to get out of my head. We discussed this.
This week would be different from all the rest, because this week, I would be his for real. Well, for real, in the kinky bedroom sense. Not for real in the romantic relationship sense.
I’ve given up on that ship—it sailed a long time ago.
No, this week, Declan and I made very specific plans to take our sexual relationship to the next level.
The hardest part might actually be not running into his arms when I see him.
Missing him during our year apart gets harder and harder every year.
And it never makes a difference how many people I sleep with or what I do.
In fact, I actually found another friend with benefits this year.
Except we don’t have sex. He’s just taken me under his wing to show me all the kinky, submissive things I want to know.
He helps me to understand why I enjoy this so much.
And how to set boundaries for myself without feeling like a people pleaser all the time.
So I no longer feel so weird about the things I like.
The automatic lock to the front door sounds, and my spine straightens with excitement. He’s here. This is happening.
I bite my bottom lip to keep from smiling as he walks in and drops his bag by the door.
“Oh fuckin’ hell,” he mutters with a sexy rasp to his voice. “This place comes with some fancy bloody amenities.”
I chuckle under my breath. “You’re not supposed to make me laugh.”
“Shite. Sorry,” he says before clearing his throat. Then he takes a few steps toward me, his brown leather shoes clicking against the tile floor. “This is one of those moments that’s going to burn into my memory, Shakespeare. The sight of you on the floor waiting for me. I could get used to this.”
“I’m all yours,” I say, glancing up at him.
He reaches down on an exhale and runs his fingers over the short strands of my hair.
It’s much shorter than normal for a part.
I landed a role in a popular franchise, and the character I played had a buzz cut.
It was hard to part with my gold locks, but it was well worth it.
This role was by far my highest-paying job yet.
As for Declan, he looks better than ever. His hair is actually longer than I’ve ever seen it, down to his shoulders. Tucked back behind his ears, it curls so nicely and looks so sexy. His facial hair is short, but it’s the first time I’ve seen him with anything resembling a beard.
“Lucky me,” he mumbles in response. “And what shall I do with ye?”
“Anything you’d like,” I reply.
“Honestly, you look so fucking good right now. I think I’d just like to look at you.”
Leaning back on my feet, I gaze up at him as I fight the urge to smile. “All right.”
After a moment, he walks to the large armchair in the living room. Then, he pats his knee and says, “Come here.”
I move to all fours and crawl toward him, eager to please. When I reach him, he pats his knee again and says, “Up here. Let me look at you.”
So I climb onto his lap, and he settles into the chair, letting his eyes and hands take their time with me. He absorbs me slowly as if he’s savoring me.
It’s a far cry from the two young men who found themselves making out in a university gymnasium after hours. How far we’ve come in just four years.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispers as he runs his hand up my leg. My cock is lying half hard on my thigh, waiting desperately to be touched. But he teases me, taking his time. Instead, he draws his fingers up my spine and down my neck.
He pulls me toward him, kissing me under my ear and on my shoulder.
I know what he’s doing. He’s warming me up. Making me die for his touch. Getting me so needy for him that I won’t be able to function without him.
It’s a cruel and salacious trick.
And it works like a charm.
The more he teases me, the more fired up he gets, until he’s humming against my skin, nibbling the flesh of my chest and back as if he’s trying to take small bites of me. It’s a mixture of pain and ecstasy, and I need more.
“Get on the floor,” he mutters in my ear.
I move to my knees between his legs and wait for the word. He starts unbuttoning his shirt as he says, “Take my cock out, Shelby.”
My fingers are ravenous as I work open his trousers.
“Take them off,” he says as he lifts his ass off the seat.
I’m tearing them down and then working on each of his shoes to get his trousers off completely. It takes a moment of work, but finally, I have him on the chair in nothing but his tight briefs, and it’s everything I wanted.
I wish I could stop time. I wish I could build my entire life around this moment right here. I’m kneeling naked on the floor for the love of my life. And the best part is him finally knowing he can trust me. We have gotten to this place, and it feels like one step closer to the life of my dreams.
“Go ahead,” he says, nodding down to his cock. I can see it thick and straining against his briefs.
As he reclines back in the chair, his arms resting on the sides, he reminds me of a god. And I get to pleasure him. I’m the one he chose.
I peel down the elastic waistband and ease his cock out. I hold it in my hand, and it’s like being reacquainted with an old friend. I love the weight of it in my hand. The smooth, hard surface of it. The thick veins running from the base to the head.
“Open your mouth, Shelby. Let me see that tongue.”
I do as he says, giving him my eager mouth. Instead of sliding his cock down my throat, he holds me by the back of the neck with one hand and eases the two middle fingers of the other deep into my mouth. Immediately, I gag, so he lets up.
I can see on his face how much this turns him on. His pupils grow larger, his lips part, and his nostrils flare.
So he does it again, seeing how far and how deep he can force his fingers before I lose it and start gagging. I’m determined to prove to him how good I can be.
My eyes start to water, and my stomach clenches, but I manage to show him how deep I can take it. Seemingly overcome with lust, he pulls his fingers from my throat and replaces them with his tongue.
He kisses me deep and passionately, the grip on my neck so tight it’s punishing.
When he pulls his mouth away from the kiss, he keeps his face near mine as he says, “What are you doing to me, Shakespeare?”
Hearing him call me that at this moment feels special and somehow makes it all so much more real.
“Use me. I’m all yours.”
His eyes meet mine, and it’s obvious to me at that moment that it’s us.
He smiles at me for just a moment before dragging my face to his cock. And he doesn’t need to tell me what to do from here. I already know. I’ve only been thinking about it every day for the last twelve months.
I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and waste no time taking it down my throat. Rolling my lips over my teeth, I lather his length up with saliva, reaching as much as I can reach on each stroke of my mouth. When I feel him hit the back of my throat, I challenge myself not to gag right away.
He grunts and groans when he feels how deep I can take him. Each one gets louder and louder, and I revel in the sounds he’s making. I have never felt such pride as I do when I make him feel good.
“That’s it. Good boy,” he murmurs as I suck him off. “Don’t stop. Make me come down that pretty throat.”
Because I know he likes it, I let him feel my teeth at the base of his cock. He hisses and nearly levitates off the chair, but he doesn’t stop me. So I continue to tease him, biting and scraping just enough to edge him with the pain.
I feel his cock tighten and swell. With that and the roaring sounds he is making, I know he’s about to come. When I feel the cum fill my mouth a moment later, I’m overwhelmed by it. I try to swallow it all, but it’s more than I expected, and I begin to choke.
Declan grabs my jaw and pulls his cock from my mouth. Strings of cum and saliva drip from the length of his shaft to my lips as he finishes on my face.
“What a dirty little mess you are,” he growls at the sight of me. “God, I love seeing you covered in my cum. You love it, don’t you?”
Gazing up at him, I nod.
I do love it.
Using the grip on my jaw, he guides me to my back on the floor of the living room. There’s an expensive-looking rug underneath me, and I can already tell it’s going to need cleaning.
Declan is on me like a hungry animal. Climbing to the floor between my legs, he seems more eager for my release than he was his own.
“My turn,” he says with a wicked grin. He strokes my hard shaft, using the saliva in his hands. With the other hand, he folds my legs up to my chest before leaning down to suck my balls into his mouth.
I let out a moaning howl from the warm pleasure of his mouth. “That’s it, my little slut. Let me hear you.”
He licks and sucks each one before moving up to my cock to swallow me down. I feel as if I’m being torn apart, only to be pieced back together again. He drags me all the way to the edge of euphoria and then yanks me back again like it’s some sick game.
He’s enjoying this.
Torturing me, making me work for it, never giving it to me too easily.
I’m writhing on the floor with my knees to my chest as he moves to my sack again, but this time, his mouth moves even lower. Nearly pressing me in half, he drives his tongue around the muscled rim of my hole, and I stop breathing.
“Oh fuck, Dec!” I shout.
He pulls his mouth away. “Want me to stop?” he asks.
“God, no,” I cry out. “Don’t stop!”
When he licks the tight ring again, it feels so good I swear I could nearly come from that alone. I’m moaning and mewing on the floor of this rental like a damn cat in heat.
“Such a needy boy,” he says with a smile I can feel. “I want to see my needy boy come now.”
He just has to combine the stroking of my cock with his lips on my sack and one finger prodding at my entrance, and I’m a mess. I come so hard, I see stars.
I shoot my own load all over my chest, and I don’t even care. By the time I’m done, I can’t even feel it. I’m deadweight on the rug, covered in cum.
Declan cleans me up before hovering over me and kissing me on the mouth.
“I must have done something right,” I murmur as I stare up at him. “To deserve that reward.”
“Funny,” he replies as he leans down and rests his head on my chest. “I was thinking the same thing.”