27. Colton
TWENTY-SEVEN
COLTON
I can’t feel my legs.
I’m flat on my back, hoodie twisted, sweats shoved down to my knees, and the ceiling fan is spinning slowly like it’s mocking me. My heart’s still sprinting and my cock… God, my cock’s soft now, damp and spent, but every nerve in my body is on fire.
Micah’s mouth did that.
Micah’s pierced mouth.
I can still feel the ghost of his scruff against my thighs, the raw heat of his tongue, the way he didn’t let up until I broke. His single finger sliding into me. Fuck. My ass clenches just thinking about it. Too bad we don’t have lube; I want to feel more.
And it’s all still there, seared into me. And now he’s hovering over me, his chest rising hard, his jeans straining with a problem I can’t ignore.
I glance down and swallow. My mouth’s dry.
“You…uh…” My voice cracks like I’m sixteen again. I clear my throat. “You didn’t…uh…get to…”
He smirks, leanin g over me, one hand braced by my head, the other palming the front of his jeans. “You offering, Golden Boy?”
Heat surges up my neck, but I nod before I can talk myself out of it. “Yeah. I… I can help.”
His eyes darken, all sharp edges and hunger. He moves next to me on his knees, his gaze tracking my every move.
“You wanna help?” He drags my hand down to his zipper, slow and deliberate. “Then help.”
My fingers fumble, but I get him open, and fuck—he’s heavy and hot in my hand, slick at the tip. His piercing is warm from being contained in his jeans all this time. He groans low in his chest, and the sound shoots straight to my spine.
“Mm, that’s it,” he murmurs, voice rough. “Wrap that pretty mouth around me, Colt. You want a taste of what you just begged for?”
I hesitate, just a breath as I scramble onto my knees in front of him, and he tangles his fingers in my hair, tugging my head toward him.
“C’mon,” he coaxes, cruel and soft all at once. “You already let me use that mouth once. Gonna do it again, aren’t you?”
My stomach flips, and I lick my lips. His filthy mouth does something to me. I love it. I lean forward and flick my tongue over his slit; he tastes salty and a little sweet. I moan at the flavor, and let him slide over my tongue, and past my lips.
“Fuck—yeah, that’s it,” he groans, hips twitching as he hits the back of my throat. “You look so good like this. Shoulda known you’d take me so sweet.”
I hum, and he shudders. My hand wraps around the base, stroking what I can’t take, and his dirty praise just keeps coming.
“You feel that? My cock in your mouth, your throat squeezing me?” He groans again, the sound breaking into a sharp breath. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me come so hard, you’re gonna swallow every drop, aren’t you?”
I don’t even think. I nod the best I can with my mouth full, heat flooding my face. I want him to feel everything I just felt. Hollowing my cheeks, I suck hard.
“God, I knew you’d be perfect for me,” he mutters, voice a rasp now. “Could fuck this mouth for hours.”
His thrusts get a little rougher, controlled but hungry, and I moan around him, the taste and weight of him dizzying. My cock’s already twitching back to life against my stomach, my whole body betraying me, wanting more even though I just came.
Micah’s fingers tighten in my hair, his hips rolling with a little more purpose now. I gag once, just a soft sound, and he groans as if it’s the hottest thing he’s ever heard.
“Fuck, Golden Boy, that throat was made for me,” he rasps, voice low and filthy. “Bet you’ve thought about this before, huh? About choking on me? Letting me use you?”
I whimper around him, hum my answer, and his grip tightens, holding me there just long enough to make my eyes water. When he lets me pull back for a breath, spit connects my lips to his cock, and he smirks like he owns me.
“God, look at you,” he says, thumb brushing over my wet bottom lip. “So desperate to please me. Bet your teammates would lose their damn minds if they knew their captain got on his knees for me.”
I shudder, my cock pressing into my stomach, leaking again. His words hit something raw and electric inside me. I do want to please him. I want to be used like this.
“Mm, that blush tells me I’m right,” he teases, pushing back into my mouth. “Swallow me, baby. Take me all the way.”
I try, letting him slide deep, and his groan rumbles through my bones.
And that’s when?—
Knock knock knock.
We both freeze.
“Hey—uh—Colt? Micah?” Caleb’s voice is muffled through the door. “Coach is doing a quick room check. Says he wants everybody to sign the sheet for curfew.”
My eyes fly wide, panic shooting through me. Curfew? He never does checks. We’re adults, why would he? But Micah doesn’t even blink. He tightens his hand in my hair, holding me right where he wants me, and grins down like the devil himself.
He calls out, perfectly casual, voice smooth and steady: “Yeah, one sec!”
Then he leans down, as he whispers, “Don’t you dare stop. Be a good boy and take it.”
Heat floods my face. My throat relaxes on instinct, and I start sucking again, because I can’t not.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, still loud enough to be heard through the door if he needed to talk. “Sorry, man! We’re—uh—changing. Be out in a minute.”
Caleb mutters something that sounds like “Whatever, hurry up,” and his footsteps fade down the hall.
Micah exhales a sharp laugh, looking down at me with wicked pride. “Good boy. Taking my cock while your teamma te’s right outside. Bet that makes you even harder, doesn’t it?”
I whimper my answer around him, because he’s right. God help me, he’s right .
“Gonna let me finish in that pretty mouth?” he growls, voice low and hot. “You’re gonna swallow it like you mean it, and then I’m gonna make you beg to be fucked next time we get some lube. You’re mine, Colt. Say it.”
I pull off just enough to pant against him, spit slicking my chin. “Yours. Fuck, Micah—I’m yours.”
The words barely leave my lips before he groans low in his chest, his hips rolling just enough to slide across my tongue, slow and claiming. His grip in my hair is firm, guiding me, making sure I don’t pull away even if I wanted to.
“Mm, that’s it,” he rasps, the sound broken and dark. “Knew you’d say it. Knew you’d be mine the second I got you under me. Look at you, captain of the team, sucking me off like a good little slut.”
I moan around him, cheeks hollowing, and his head tips back. His abs flex under his hoodie, and his hand in my hair tightens with a subtle tremor.
“God, Colt, you’re gonna make me—fuuucckk—” He cuts off with a sharp hiss, and I feel the twitch against my tongue.
I hum, eager and desperate, because I want it. I want everything he’s giving me. I stroke the base with my hand and suck harder, letting him hit the back of my throat again. My own cock aches, twitching against my stomach.
“Yeah, like that,” he grits out, voice rough. “Take it. Take all of it for me. ”
The first pulse hits the back of my throat, hot and sudden, and I swallow on instinct. He groans, long and broken, and thrusts shallowly as he spills into my mouth. I choke down every drop, the taste sharp and heavy, my head spinning with it.
When he finally pulls back, I’m panting, spit and slick smeared on my chin, and my lips feel swollen. He cups my face with one hand, thumb brushing my cheekbone, and his smirk is pure sin.
“Good boy,” he murmurs, voice thick with satisfaction. “Didn’t spill a drop. God, I could eat you alive.”
I collapse back onto my heels, dizzy with heat and need, my sweats still shoved down, my cock leaking against my stomach as if I never even came. My heart’s still sprinting, and I can hear my teammates laughing down the hall, like the world outside this one doesn’t exist.
Micah zips up lazily, that post-orgasm glow radiating off him. He leans down to kiss me, tasting himself on my tongue, and it makes me groan against his mouth.
“We need lube,” he mutters, lips brushing mine. “Next time, I’m not stopping at my finger. I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk straight, Golden Boy.”
A shiver bolts down my spine, my body clenching around nothing at the promise. I should be embarrassed, but all I can do is nod, my voice gone.
Micah chuckles low, satisfied. “Mm. That’s what I thought.”
Micah’s still kissing me lazy and deep when a sharp knock-knock-knock rattles the hotel door.
We both freeze, again. My stomach lurches.
“Yo, Colton!” Caleb’s voice carries through the door. “You two die in there? Coach is looking for you. He wants the team in the lobby for a headcount before bed! ”
Micah’s eyes glitter, sharp with mischief, and he doesn’t let go of my hair. In fact, he gives it a gentle tug, tilting my head back so I have to look up at him while he smirks.
“Not done with you yet,” he whispers, and then he palms my face, thumb brushing my wet lower lip. My pulse stutters.
“Micah,” I hiss, panic and want tangling in my chest.
He leans down, his mouth ghosting my ear. “Shh. Be a good boy for me.”
Another knock. “C’mon, man! Don’t make me get the keycard!”
Micah raises his voice just enough to carry through the door—steady, casual, like he isn’t kneeling in front of me with his fingers in my hair. “Yeah, we’re here! Colton’s just…uh…brushing his teeth. Be down in a sec!”
“You got two minutes!” Caleb calls back, his footsteps retreating.
Micah’s grin widens as the hall goes quiet. He slides his hand down my chest, slow, leaving a hot trail of possession before giving my cock a teasing squeeze that makes my whole body jump.
“Gray sweats were a mistake,” he murmurs. “If you walk out there like this, the whole team’s gonna know who owns you. Might wanna change before someone notices.”
Heat punches my gut. I swat weakly at his chest. “You’re really insane,” I pant, tugging him in for one more quick, desperate kiss.
“Yeah,” he murmurs against my lips with a smile, brushing his nose against mine. “And you love it.”
I shove at his shoulder until he lets me scramble off the bed. My legs are still wobbly as I dig through my duffel, yanking out a pair of black joggers and a clean tee. My hands shake, adrenaline and leftover lust making it hard to even tie the drawstring.
Micah leans against the wall, arms folded, just watching me with that smug predator smile. “You look good in black,” he says, voice rough with satisfaction. “But I liked the sweats better. Easy access.”
I flip him off, which only makes his smirk deepen.
We wipe up quick—him swiping at my chin with my old hoodie—both of us still flushed and messy. My heart’s hammering so hard I can barely hear, and the thrill of almost getting caught is addictive.
By the time we step into the hall, the team’s voices echo from the stairwell. Caleb glances back over his shoulder, raising a brow.
“Took you long enough.”
“Had to change,” I mutter. My face burns, but at least now nobody can see what just happened.
Luke’s eyes flick to Micah, knowledge shining in their depths, but he doesn’t say a word. Just smirks and keeps walking.
Every step down the hall, Micah’s knuckles brush mine, and I want to link my fingers with his.