Chapter Thirty-Eight Declan
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Declan
It’s been seven years since I’ve had Colin Shelby in my bed. I intend to never let that much time go by again.
He tastes divine, and his lips are pillowy, soft, and warm. His body is exactly how I remember it. Eager, pliant, responsive. It’s like we were made for this. Made for fucking and finding life’s greatest pleasure in each other.
I groan into his mouth as he grinds his hips against me, and I feel the stiff cock straining behind his trousers. And as much as I’d like to prolong this, I’ve waited far too long for this moment, and I need him now.
Hooking my hands around the backs of Colin’s thighs, I hoist him off the floor and carry him the few steps toward the bed, dropping him on the mattress with a bounce.
As he reaches for me, I grab the hem of his white cotton T-shirt and tug it over his head. Then, my fingers move toward the button of his trousers.
Meanwhile, his fingers are trailing up my thighs, seeking out my hard shaft, and when he finds it, he wraps his hand around it with a wicked grin. Pushing my hands away from his pants, he sits up and lifts the hem of my kilt.
“You really don’t wear anything underneath,” he says with a gasp.
“Not customarily,” I reply as I stroke my fingers through his hair.
As he licks his lips with his gaze focused on my cock, I predict his next move with accuracy. Diving forward, he lets my kilt fall over his head as he takes my cock in his mouth, nearly to the hilt.
I let out a loud growling moan as I thrust my hips toward him. He’s hidden under the tartan as he moans and bobs his head up and down. If I had known the sight of him sucking my cock under my kilt was so hot, I’d have done it a long, long time ago.
When he eventually pops his mouth off and emerges with a sloppy, wet mouth, I feel dizzy with arousal. My cock tents up my kilt, and Colin leans back and stares at it.
His expression is laced with lust as his eyes dilate and his lips part hungrily. “Good God, that’s hot,” he says with a sigh.
“If it makes you act like that, I’ll wear it every bloody day.”
“Promise?”
With a devious smile, I tug on the ankles of his trousers to pull them off. Once he’s naked for me, my expression matches his, because this happens to be my favorite outfit of Colin’s.
At the sight of his cock, the first time I’ve fully laid eyes on it in far too long, my mouth waters.
It’s hard and pink and leaking from the tip.
Leaning down, I engulf the length in one motion, sucking eagerly and making Colin fall back on the mattress, arching his back with a throaty gasp of pleasure.
“Oh God, Declan!” he shouts.
It’s almost vulgar how messily I’m sucking on his cock, but I can’t seem to help myself. My fingers grip his balls, massaging them delicately as I suck, and with the way he’s writhing and moaning so beautifully, I may never stop.
“Fuck, I missed you,” I mumble to his cock after popping my mouth off. “And you,” I add, leaning down to suck one side of his sack into my mouth. Colin has a fistful of my hair as I continue reacquainting my mouth with his body.
With a growl, I shove Colin’s knees up toward his chest as I get a sight of his tight hole. “And you. I’ve really fucking missed you.”
Diving in, I lick a sloppy, wet circle around the entrance. Colin begins to tremble, his sounds changing from husky groans to delicate whimpers. He melts into the bed, surrendering his body to me as I bring him to the brink of ecstasy.
Before long, I begin to grow painfully restless and can’t take another moment before fucking him. Standing from the bed, I smile down at him where he’s lying lust-drunk and breathless.
I quickly unbutton my shirt, slip out of my shoes and socks, and step out of the kilt as I stare at him. “I’m going to paint you like this,” I say. “Then I’m going to hang it above our bed and recreate it every single night.”
“I like the sound of that,” he mumbles from the mattress.
Just those two words, our bed, have me feeling lighter than air. He’s really here. He’s really mine. Everything is right with the world. My future no longer looks bleak and lonely, but vibrant and beautiful.
As I turn away from him in search of the lube and condoms stashed away in my nightstand, I pass the table covered in an assortment of oil paints. On my way back, I get a wicked idea.
“Or what if I paint you now?”
He sits up on his elbows. “What? Now?”
“Lie down, Shakespeare.”
With a look of trust and anticipation on his face, he lies on his back on the bed, watching me as I pick the colors. After I have all the ones I want, a feeling of pride and excitement washes over me.
I kneel between his legs as I open the first tube and squeeze the thick blue oil paint on his chest. He hisses from the cold temperature on his skin.
Then I pick up the yellow and the white, adding a dollop of each before mixing it to the perfect shade with my finger, swirling it around his chest and over one of his nipples.
Content to watch me work, he laces his fingers behind his head with a smirk.
“This is the color of the pool in the gymnasium that night. Remember how blue that water was?”
“I remember,” he replies.
“It’s also the color of your eyes,” I say.
He smiles at me before peeking down at his chest to see what I’m sketching with the paint.
Next, I reach for the green, the red, the black. Before long, I have his chest covered, different pools of color all over him. While I paint the slick mixture up his throat, loving the way it contrasts his light skin, my cock twitches.
“I’m tested regularly,” he says, noticing the condoms in my hand. “And I don’t want anything between us.”
My body lights up with desire.
“I haven’t been with anyone in ages,” I reply. “And I’m always cautious.”
“I trust you,” he mumbles. Leaning down, I press a kiss to his lips. The paint smears onto my chest, but I love it.
“My hands are a mess, baby. You’ll have to prep yourself, and I want to watch.”
Leaning back on my heels, I pick up the lube and click open the cap, drizzling it onto his waiting fingers and down the length of my cock.
Then I watch with rapt attention as he pulls his knees up and circles his tight hole with his middle finger. The other hand reaches for my cock, spreading the lube from base to tip.
The sight of him fingering himself is enough to send me over the edge. I feel the precum leaking from my cock while I continue to cover his skin like a canvas with thick globs of paint.
“I’m ready,” he says with a moan as he brings my cock to his hole. “Fuck me, Declan.”
Eager to be inside him, I drape my body over his, feeling the sticky paint transfer from him to me.
Wiping my paint-covered fingers across his cheek and jaw, I kiss him. He slowly opens for me as I ease myself inside, one inch at a time.
“Remember what I said last night?” I ask.
He’s tense and breathless as he shakes his head.
I work myself in more. “I told you that next time I’m inside you, you’ll be mine. Remember that?”
With a whimper, he nods. So I shove myself another inch.
“I’m inside you, Shelby. What do you think that means?”
“I’m yours,” he cries out with a whimper.
Pulling out to the head, I slam back inside as I mutter, “Say that again.”
“I’m yours,” he groans. “I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours.”
Finding his hands with mine, our palms meet, and our fingers intertwine as I pound him into the mattress. Fucking him feels like home. Both familiar and like a distant memory. I was meant to be inside of him.
We were made for each other. It’s why we fit so perfectly.
Our tongues tangle, breathing the same breath and feeling the same level of euphoria.
“I need to hear you say it again,” I moan against his lips.
“I’m yours, Declan Barclay. I always was.”
I whimper into his kiss as I fuck him faster—nearly to the point of release. But before I’m about to come, I pull out with a loud groan. Then I release his hands and move onto my knees.
“On your knees, baby,” I say, helping Colin to his front. There is paint splattered all over his chest and mine.
And as he moves to his stomach, it covers the sheets of my bed, a mess I won’t even try to get out. I’d like to keep this masterpiece forever.
With his chest on the mattress and his ass in the air, I can’t help myself as I thrust back inside of him. I’m being swept away in this storm.
“Look at how perfect we fit together, Shakespeare.”
His hands squeeze the bedsheets in tight fists as I thrust inside of him.
“I can feel how perfect we are,” he replies in a moan.
Picking up my speed, I fuck him harder and faster, listening to the sounds he makes as I do. It’s like magic, the effect he has on me. Everything about him turns me on and drives me wild.
It’s a symphony. Like poetry. A fucking masterpiece.
He’s stroking himself hard as I pound into him, and when his arsehole tightens around me, strangling my cock, I lose it. My spine curls, and my muscles seize as the climax takes control.
It feels like I come forever. Wave after wave after wave.
He is the tide, and he carries me out to sea.
And what must be minutes later, I pull out of Colin and fall onto the mattress next to him. I’m staring at the ceiling, waiting for my heart rate to slow to normal, when he climbs on my chest and kisses my lips.
“How did you get paint on your forehead?” he asks as he tries to wipe it away.
I laugh. “Shelby, it’s everywhere.”
“You should see these sheets,” he replies with a sweet smile.
“I’m keeping them forever. Framing them. We’ll put them in an art gallery and call it Make-Up Sex: Oil Paint on Egyptian Cotton.”
Colin laughs. “Oil paint and cum.”
I lift my head and grin at him. “Shakespeare, did you just say cum?”
With a blush, he hides his face in the crook of my neck. “Yes, why?”
“Say it again,” I reply, holding him close.
“What? Cum?”
“Wow, I’ve really corrupted you, haven’t I? When I found you, you were a proper English gentleman; now you say things like fuck me and cum. What would your mother think?”
“She’d think I found myself a vulgar Scotsman who makes me happy, and she’d be right.”
“Well, right now, this vulgar Scotsman needs to get you into the shower before this paint gives us both a nasty rash. Then, you are going to eat something and get some rest.”
“So bossy,” he mumbles before climbing from my chest.
“I’ll show you bossy,” I reply before smacking him on the ass and shoving him out the door.