Chapter 26
Colson
Specter follows me back to his room, his hand resting on my hip as we ascend the stairs.
It’s been quite a morning. First helping my man get dressed, then finding out about the hit, and finally squaring off with Shadow.
That was not the easiest confrontation, but I instinctively knew I had to stand on business and show him exactly who he’s dealing with.
When we get to the bedroom, Specter sits on the love seat. For all his resistance, I can tell he’s feeling the effects of his injury. His face is paler than usual and his movements are slower. All to be expected. At least he listens to Shadow and won’t be out trying to take down the city.
I kneel in front of him, slowly removing his socks before shifting my attention to his shirt. Carefully, I pull it up and over his head. He grunts but otherwise seems okay.
“Your job is to simply enjoy what I’m going to do.”
He nods, and the look in his eyes makes my breath hitch. If I ever wondered what love actually looks like, I don’t now.
“I don’t deserve you,” he murmurs. “Not yet, but I will.”
“You already do.” I cup his cheek, smiling. “Mon ange noir.”
“Fuck. That language drives me wild. What did you say?”
Rising on my knees, I lean forward and press our lips together. “My dark angel. You were there when I needed you the most, like a guardian angel.”
“That’s it. I’m learning French.”
I smile. “It would only make you even sexier.”
“I’ll take you to France someday. Would you like that? Would you like to kiss under the Eiffel Tower?”
“I’d love that, but I’ll go anywhere you ask me to. Shit, I’ll go to the crappy part of Mistone if you want me to.”
Specter searches my eyes. “No. Only good things for you from now on.”
I blink rapidly to keep the flood of emotion at bay. I’ve got a dick to suck. Instead of speaking, I tug the waistband of his track pants down. He lifts his hips to help me slide them off his body. Then he’s naked before me, rippling with muscle and tattoos, his crystal blue eyes fixed on my face.
Sliding my hand down his body, I keep my eyes on his face, on his incredible mouth and all the interesting planes of his features. He’s hands down the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, and I’m pretty proud of myself for trusting him and locking down a baddie like this.
I stroke his cock, smiling as it swells and grows in my hand. The foreskin pulls back, revealing the small barbell under his cockhead. His gaze heats, his pupils dilating as he watches me with parted lips.
“I wondered if you would ever take the lead.”
“Bet you thought I was a bossy bottom instead of a pillow princess.”
He shakes his head. “No. I didn’t think about it at all. Whatever you wanted, I was gonna give you.”
“Even if I was a top?”
Specter nods. “Yep.”
“So you’re vers?”
“Nope.” He pops the final P as he exhales slowly. “But I wanted you so badly, I’d have figured it out.”
“That’s a heady thought.”
“Why? You want to fuck me, gorgeous? We can discuss.”
“I don’t.” I kiss his knee. “Does this mean you’re open to a little ass play though?”
“I’m yours, baby. Do whatever you want.”
My mouth practically waters. “I planned to.”
I nuzzle his sac, inhaling his musky scent mixed with sultry bodywash. His dick is pretty big, but that won’t be an issue for me. I got this.
I kiss my way up his thigh, nibbling the skin a little, relishing his soft moans.
Gah, it’s been so long since I’ve indulged in choking on a cock.
I love it, but my heart wasn’t in it for a long time.
I let men please me and then kicked them out.
It was my protection, but I don’t need it anymore.
I’m stripped bare in front of this man and I’m okay with that.
Licking a stripe up his shaft, I fix my gaze on his, smirking at the tension on his face. He’s staring at me like he can’t believe I exist. Not bad for my ego, that’s for sure, but if he thinks this is good, I’m just warming up.
I close my mouth over the head of his cock, and he sucks in a breath, whispering, “Fuck.”
Then I get to work, sliding up and down and working him over as best I can. I push his knees apart to give myself more space, letting my saliva dribble down and pool in his crack before I chase it with my fingertip.
Specter tenses for a second, but then he exhales, relaxing into the love seat. “Jesus,” he murmurs, spreading his legs even more for me.
“So good for me,” I mumble around his cock, my teeth clicking against his piercing, before I slip my finger deeper into the crevice of his ass. “You’re gonna be so tight.”
He nods, a crease in his brow as he watches me with blissed-out eyes. “No one’s done it before. Just me, and now you.”
That knowledge tickles me and renews my commitment to making this the best blow job of his life.
I push up again so I can swallow his length, and when he hits the back of my throat, I relax as much as I can around him before sliding up and down.
I massage his balls with one hand, and with the other I tickle his rim, teasing him to open up for me.
“Fuck,” he grits out, his voice already wrecked.
“More?”
He nods. “More.”
I breach his hole with the tip of my finger, smiling around his cock as his eyes go wide and his jaw drops.
“That’s it, lover. You can take it.”
I push in a bit more, using my spit to ease the way, but Specter isn’t having my slow pace. He grabs my wrist, holding me steady while he shifts and impales himself fully on my finger.
“Oh my god, you’re so tight.”
Specter’s eyelids flutter as his breath leaves him in short puffs. “Jesus,” he mumbles. “More.”
I begin to move my finger in and out, in absolute awe of the heat and tightness clenching around my finger. I know what I’m looking for, and Specter seems impatient for me to find it.
Sucking up and down his delicious cock and focusing on finding his prostate at the same time has my own cock twitching and swelling between my legs, but this isn’t about me.
When I find it, Specter shouts my name, his voice fading into a whimper as I rub my finger against it. An explosion of his precum floods my tongue and it’s my turn to moan.
I pull off to say, “You taste good.”
“Oh fuck,” he moans. “Fuck, this is good.”
“You like being fingered by me?”
He whimpers, nodding as he opens his eyes. “Love it.”
I want to kiss him, but I push the urge aside for a minute and focus on my tasks, finding a rhythm before I add a second finger.
Specter buries his hands in my hair, twisting and bucking his hips, fucking my throat and my fingers.
He’s close. I can tell from his strained breathing, from his grip on my hair, from the bursts of precum in my mouth.
“Fuck,” he grits out. “Fuck, I’m gonna—Colson!”
His body tenses as the first stream of cum hits my tongue. I suck him through his release, letting up on the pressure in his hole, and when he shivers and flinches slightly, I let him slide from my mouth and lay my head on his belly, careful to avoid his injury.
We lie like that for several minutes, both of us breathing heavily and basking in the afterglow. My cock is still hard, but I can deal with it later.
“Come up here?” Specter says, smoothing his hand over my hair. “Want to kiss you.”
I crawl up and straddle his lap, draping my arms around his neck and searching his eyes. He slides his hand to the back of my neck, drawing our mouths together, and when he kisses me, any remaining tension in me melts away.
“You’re so fucking amazing,” he whispers against my lips. “I love you.”
“I know.”
“Good. I want to suck you off.”
“Later. You need to rest now.”
“Nah, baby, I’m good.”
I give him a hard look. “Arguing with me won’t get you what you want any faster.” I kiss his cheek. “We both need a nap.”
He sighs but nods. “Fine.”
Smirking, I wink at him. “So good for me.”
He brushes his thumb across my bottom lip. “Your fucking mouth, babe. Unreal.”
“Just my mouth?”
Specter shakes his head. “No.”
Leaning in, I kiss him softly, lingering and inhaling his scent. This man is my life now. It’s not what I expected all those months ago when he first came into Segreto, but maybe that’s one of the few surprises life still offers. Unexpected joys.
“In the bed with you.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Ooh, I like the sound of that.”
“Don’t get used to it.” He fingers a lock of my hair. “Mon petit hérisson.”
“Hey, your pronunciation is getting a lot better.”
He smirks. “Maybe I practice.”
“You’re unexpected.”
“In a good way?”
“In the best way.”