Chapter 19
19
Colt Bishop, Two Years Ago
W anton, hungry lips pepper the sensitive flesh along my neck, sharp teeth scraping along my clavicle as I work his pants down to his ankles. He steps out of them as our mouths find one another again, like we’re connected by some magnetic force. I quickly shimmy out of my own jeans, shoving him down onto the bed once we’re both bare naked.
“Fuck, look at you,” I murmur, eyes raking down his body. His thighs are slightly parted, full, round balls sitting gloriously beneath a thick, stiff cock that makes my mouth water. A cock that size would have me sore for at least a couple of days. The thought sends a fervid shiver down my spine.
“Get over here,” he growls, the deep timbre of his voice sending goosebumps over every inch of flesh.
My heart is a rapid, frenzied beat, my mind reeling over the fact that this is actually happening. Climbing onto his lap, my gaze locks on his, an ocean swimming with desire and lust and a forbidden type of need. This is William Andino… my fa ther’s best friend. The man I’ve found attractive since I was old enough to even understand what that meant. William… the sexy, untouchable doctor who aged like fine wine. It’s been years since I’ve seen him, but goddamn, is he even more irresistible than I remember.
Hand against his cheek, the coarse hair scratches my palm in the very best way. I lean down, bringing my lips to his, and this time as we kiss, it’s softer. Slower. Like we’re savoring the moment, the touch. The connection. His tongue lazily strokes against mine, flicking out, brushing against the back of my top teeth. Biting down on his bottom lip, I tug before sucking gently on the plump skin.
Everything about this moment is teasing. Like we’re amping up for what’s to come.
Holding on to me, William guides my hips to rock against his, the shift successfully lining us up perfectly. The friction from our cocks slipping and sliding together has my eyes rolling back. I kiss him fiercer this time, ravaging his mouth as I reach between us, wrapping a tight fist around our shared girth. It doesn’t fit, not even close, but it works.
With one hand planted on the bed next to William’s head, I thrust up, pumping into my fist as he does the same. Resting my forehead against his as we move together, his breath is hot against my lips, a groan rumbling from his chest as we lose ourselves to one another.
“You like that?” I ask him, voice low and deep. “Like feeling my cock rub against yours?”
“Fuck yes,” he pants, fingers digging into the flesh on my hips hard enough that I know there will be marks there tomorrow.
“Did you come here tonight looking to hook up?” Sweat drenches the hair at my nape, dripping down my back, but I don’t slow down. “You wanted to fuck somebody tonight, didn’t you?”
He nods, giving me a breathless, “Yes.”
“Bet you didn’t think it would be me you wound up naked with, did you?”
“What happened to us being strangers tonight?” he rasps.
Smirking down at him, I lift one shoulder into a shrug. “Changed my mind,” I drawl. “Now, tell me, how does it feel knowing that your best friend’s son is stroking your cock right now?”
William’s lip curls into a snarl as a growl vibrates from his chest. He doesn’t say a word, but his cock twitches against mine, which says all I need to know.
“What a dirty fucking man you are,” I purr against his lips. “It turns you on, doesn’t it? Knowing it’s me, knowing what we’re doing is wrong. You’re getting off on it.”
He doesn’t say anything.
“Admit it,” I taunt, pumping us faster in my fist. “Admit that you’re dirty, and you’re getting off on it.”
“No.”
My lips curl into a grin before I crash my mouth down on his, taking him in a kiss that’s messy and hungry. “Admit. It.”
A growl sounds from his throat again before he flips us in a move I don’t see coming. All the air is punched from my lungs as my back hits the mattress. William brings his hand up to his face, spitting in his palm before reaching between us, and smacking my hand away, replacing it with his own as he holds us in a punishing grip.
My heart pounds harder as my mind tries to catch up with the power shift that just happened before my eyes. His eyes are wild, almost feral as they watch me, teeth bared as his hips snap against mine. Pleasure soars through my body as I lie here, unable to move or think or even breathe properly.
William leans down, bringing his lips beside my ear, and a fresh wave of goosebumps popping up all over my body. “You want me to admit it?” he rasps. “Want me to admit how much I’m fucking loving having your hot, naked body under mine? Want me to admit how turned on it makes me knowing I’m doing something wrong?”
“Yes,” I gasp, getting dangerously close to the edge.
He drags my earlobe between his teeth, nipping hard enough to make me yelp. “Fine,” he murmurs. “Having you writhing beneath me as our cocks slide together makes me so fucking hot. Especially when I think about who you are. You’re a forbidden fruit that I shouldn’t be tasting, yet here I am. Fucking consumed by you.”
“Yes…” I’m so goddamn close. “Don’t stop.”
“You like it too, though, don’t you?” His voice is a deep rumble in my ear. It vibrates through my entire being. “If I’m dirty, then what does that make you? I saw the way you watched me from across the room down there.”
Oh, fuck…
“Saw the way you eye-fucked me. Felt the way your slutty ass grinded against my dick on the dance floor. If given the chance, you would’ve let me fuck you right there in front of all those people, wouldn’t you?”
“Fuck yes,” I groan, wrapping my legs around his hips, needing him closer.
“You’d have liked that, wouldn’t you? You would’ve let me unzip your pants, pin you against the wall, as I sank my cock deep into your tight fucking ass for everybody to see. As I took your fucking hole raw. I bet you’d love it so much, your cock would even come untouched, wouldn’t it?”
My hips buck up, seeking more and more and more . My pulse races franticly, and I can’t catch my breath. The tables have turned from when we started, and I can’t even lie and say I’m mad about it. Fire settles in my abdomen, pleasure swimming in my veins. My balls tighten, and I know there’s no going back. No holding on any longer.
“Fuck, shit,” I cry out. “I’m close. Fuck, William, don’t stop. I’m going to come.”
Lips dropping from my ear down to my neck, his teeth sink into the skin at the exact moment I fall over the edge. I throw my head back, moaning long and low as my release takes me by storm. Wave after wave hits me, an electrifying pleasure, and William isn’t far behind. His hot, sticky cum mixes with mine on my stomach, our bodies slick with sweat, chests heaving.
I can’t think straight. Eyes pinched shut, stars erupt behind my eyelids, and for a second, I swear I lose the ability to hear. As William rolls off of me onto the bed, I sit up, my head feeling light and fuzzy, almost like I’m somehow more drunk than when we came up here.
Goddamn, that was incredible. The way our bodies moved together, our chemistry, the way he kissed me. Why does this feel like the type of hookup you never get over?