Chapter Thirty-Four Declan
Chapter Thirty-Four
Declan
“Why don’t we move this party somewhere more intimate?” Pierce says after about an hour of watching everyone drink and loosen up.
I notice the way Colin tenses, and it takes everything in me not to drag him away from all of this. But he wants me to prove that I respect his desires. That I listen to him. Trust him.
Love him.
And I will.
When we reach the parlor, Pierce reclines on the chaise and pats his lap for Colin to sit. The energy in here is suddenly different. The way people are touching each other, no longer dancing but still moving and grinding. The size of the party has diminished noticeably to only a few.
It has me feeling tense at first, so I drop into the seat opposite the couple. Then I lean forward, propping my elbows on my knees as I wait.
I’m ready to get my hands on him. I’m ready to feel his body, his mouth, his weight on my lap. And I’m saying it all with my eyes.
Pierce is glaring at me as he grabs Colin by the back of the neck and hauls him to his mouth for a bruising kiss.
Based on Colin’s body language, I can tell he’s tense.
I don’t know if it’s because the kiss is unwanted or because he knows I’m watching.
Either way, I hate it. But I know that’s exactly why Pierce is doing it.
When the kiss is done, Pierce nudges Colin and points my way. Slowly, Colin lowers to the floor and crawls toward me.
Goose bumps prick my skin as he stares up at me, and I have to remind myself that this is us.
The same us from Ireland the first time he asked me to call him mine.
The same us from Los Angeles when we acknowledged how much we both liked this.
The same us in Italy when I walked in to find him waiting on his knees.
Colin and I were made for this—made for each other.
When he reaches me, stopping at my feet, I close my fists around the hair at the nape of his neck and bring my face close to his with a wicked grin.
“There’s my dirty boy,” I mumble against his ear, and I feel him smile. “It’s about fucking time.”
Tugging his head back, I force his face upward toward me and softly whisper, “Are you okay?”
His eyes soften, and he swallows before nodding.
“You should never enter into these things without going over the boundaries and limits. Your Dom should know better.”
I glare at Pierce for a brief moment before turning my focus back to Colin.
“He’s not my Dom right now,” Colin says. “You are.”
Those words send a coursing heat through my bloodstream and straight down to my cock. We’ve never really used the language, not like this. Maybe we were afraid or unsure. But to hear him call me that for the first time feels so right. Better than lover or friend.
I am his Dom, and I will always take care of him.
“You’re goddamn right I am. I always was,” I say with a growl. “Now give me your word again. You want this?”
“Yes, sir,” he replies with a slight smirk.
“And you know the safe word color system?”
“Red for stop. Yellow for slow down,” he says obediently.
“Good boy,” I reply. “Now get up here. I need to feel you on my lap.”
Colin climbs onto my legs, straddling my hips, and it’s the first time I feel like I can breathe. I let out a sigh of relief, closing my eyes as I press my face to his chest. His fingers slide down my scalp, and his heart beats quickly against my cheek.
My hands climb up his back and down to his ass, remembering the shape of his body and every single vertebra of his spine.
His hands are resting on my back as if he’s remembering what I feel like too. Once I reach the nape of his neck again, I tug his face toward mine, muttering a soft “Come here” before I taste the softness of his lips.
The way he melts into me gives me hope. He seems comfortable and at peace in my arms. I kiss him to make him remember and to make him never want to leave again.
When our lips break part, I mumble with a gravelly command, “Grind against me.”
His hips start to move, and I let out a moan just to feel his eager motion.
So perfect. So beautiful.
“Remember this?” I murmur against his mouth. “Remember how good we feel together?”
“I never forgot,” Colin replies breathlessly.
My lips travel down from his mouth to his neck. He hangs his head back, exposing himself to me as his blond waves fall down over his neck.
When I lift my eyes to see past Colin, I find Pierce watching us with keen interest. He’s reclined on the sofa, his legs spread as a woman on his left and a man on his right kiss their way up his neck and roam their hands over his body.
He can have them. This man right here is mine.
“Get back on your knees, baby,” I growl against Colin’s neck.
Lust-drunk, he moves back down to the floor between my legs and gazes up at me as he waits for his next instructions. I lean back on the chaise, my heart pounding rapidly.
“Take my cock out, Shelby. I need to feel your hands on me.”
I see him shudder before he reaches for my zipper, tugging it down slowly before looking up at me. We’re staring intensely at each other as he works to open my trousers and pulls down the waistband of my briefs. Then, he wraps his warm, soft hand around my cock, and my eyes flutter closed.
It’s heaven. Like the first time I’ve been touched in seven years.
I don’t care that people are watching or that I’m at risk of losing him forever. All that matters right now is what exists between him and me.
“Spit on it,” I say.
Colin hovers his mouth over my hard cock and spits, coating my length in his saliva. Then he wraps his hand around me again and starts to stroke.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmur as I slide my hand toward his throat. His eyes seem to shine with arousal as I squeeze my grip and drag him toward my cock.
Replacing his hand wrapped around my shaft with my own, I drag the head of my cock across his lips. He closes his eyes, looking euphoric as I tease his mouth with my dick.
“I miss this mouth,” I say with a low growl. “Does this mouth miss my cock?”
He opens his eyes and nods with my hand still around his throat.
I glance up at Pierce to see that he’s still watching us, and he licks his lips as he stares at Colin.
The pair that was both kissing his neck a moment ago has since moved their lips to his cock.
I wonder briefly if Colin knew this was part of the arrangement, that Pierce could fuck whoever he wants while watching Colin with someone else.
If Colin was mine, I’d never let another pair of lips touch me for the rest of my life. I wouldn’t need to.
With that, I turn my attention back to Colin and drag his mouth toward my cock again, this time sliding into his mouth along the soft surface of his tongue. When I reach the back of his throat, he gags, and I pull him off.
It feels so good I have to breathe slowly to keep from coming.
“You want to be used, Shelby. You want me to treat you like my dirty little fuck toy? Then I will, because that’s exactly what you are.”
I fuck his mouth again, holding his head as I reach the back of his throat and hold myself there for a moment before pulling away again. He gulps in a breath of air, and I let out a roaring sound to fight off the urge to lose it already.
Three more times, I strangle him on my shaft, and he keeps his hands on my thighs so I can gauge how he’s feeling. My balls are throbbing, and the sight of Colin red and drooling on my cock has me ready to blow.
“Give me a color, Shakespeare,” I say, holding him by the sides of his head.
“Green,” he says, panting.
“Good boy.” Then, I move closer as I mutter, “Now suck my cock like you did that night in the gymnasium pool, but this time, you better fucking swallow.”
With the haze of sex and desire in his eyes, he grins up at me.
Then he settles himself between my legs and takes my cock in his hand.
As he closes his lips around my length, I look up to stare at his fiancé.
I’m softly stroking Colin’s hair with a smug expression on my face as he sucks my cock, stroking his tongue and lips from the base to the head over and over.
Then he scrapes his teeth along the tip, and I let out a yelp of pleasure, closing a fist around his hair. I can feel him smiling as he continues—sucking, sucking, biting.
The pain-laced pleasure has my body tight and buzzing like a live electric wire. One more touch, and I’ll detonate.
I can feel his humming around my shaft, and I hardly notice that I’m murmuring as I let him bring me to the brink of ecstasy.
“Good fucking boy. You are so good. So perfect. And mine.”
Reaching down, I grip his fingers, a show of true intimacy. I want him to know this isn’t just about sex to me. This is about us.
When I finally come, the whole room seems to just melt away. It’s just me and him again. The pleasure washes over me like a warm tide pulling me under.
Opening my eyes, I let my gaze absorb the sight of Colin swallowing, and I imagine my seed in his belly as if it’s feeding him. Becoming a part of him. Making us one.
I reach for him, ready to pull him into my lap, when I hear that fucking whistle. Pierce is looking sated and relaxed across the room; his gaze focused on the man kneeling at my feet.
Colin’s eyes widen as if he forgot Pierce even existed until this moment.
“Don’t,” I say as I reach for him.
“I have to,” he replies.
“No, you bloody don’t,” I reply with a growl. My hands close around his arms, and I pull him to my lap.
There is raw emotion in his eyes. It’s fear and confusion. It’s everything I’m supposed to protect him from.
“End things with him,” I say with determination. “If you felt what I felt, Shakespeare, I’m begging you. Call it off and come to my room.”
“What?” he murmurs.
“Colin, we belong together.”
He stares at me for a while as if he’s trying to discern how serious I am. Then, with an expression of frustration, he wipes his hands over his face.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this to me. I really can’t believe it.”
“Don’t say that,” I reply, reaching for him. “Colin, I love you.”