Chapter 21
21
Colt Bishop
“ I think you know why.”
Those five words have ignited a fire within me. I don’t know what I expected when he invited me over, but I kind of figured he’d take the high road and put a stop to this long before we wound up here, in his bedroom. But I can’t deny how fucking stoked I am that he hasn’t.
Neither of us says anything else for a long moment, but our eye contact is heady. I’m doused in lust and need, dying to close the distance and taste him again. William reminds me of a frightened wild animal right now, though. One wrong move, and it could all be over, so I have to let him come to me. Have to let him call the shots, which admittedly, isn’t easy for me. Taking what I want is something that has always come naturally. I don’t beat around the bush or pussyfoot around anything, but William is in a league of his own.
If he doesn’t initiate whatever is about to happen, then he’ll run away like he did when I kissed him at Conrad’s place. He’s obnoxiously stubborn, not that it’s deterred me so far.
Pushing off the door, William takes a step, then another, his gaze locked on mine the entire way. My pulse races, my heart in my throat the closer he gets. As he comes to a stop in front of me, I see it. He falters for a single moment. There’s doubt in his eyes, and I know he’s nervous. Thankfully, he’s able to shove whatever’s in his mind away because in the next moment, he’s grabbing me by the back of the neck, hauling my mouth into his.
As soon as our lips lock, my hands are on him. The need to have William as close to me as humanly possible takes over, and I’m wrapping my arms around his waist while he does the same to me. It’s electric, the way our lips move together. The way his tongue surges into my mouth, tasting mine. The kiss feels feral. It feels carnal; a need we both have, an itch we must scratch.
William’s fingers find the hem of my shirt, and he starts lifting the material before he pauses, taking a step back. “Take this off,” he growls, his ocean eyes darkened. “I want to rip it off of you, but I don’t want to hurt your shoulder.”
I breathe out a laugh as I do as he says. Something about the level of care he has for my shoulder hits me right in the chest in a way I didn’t anticipate. He’s a doctor; of course, he would be cautious of my injury, but for some reason, it feels deeper than that. Like maybe he cares for me . Shoving those thoughts away, I let my shirt drop to the ground as I wait on bated breath for his next instruction. As hard as it is for me to follow somebody’s lead, I must admit, there’s something really fucking hot about watching William boss me around.
Eyes roaming across my chest, his hands clench into fists at his side. “Fuck,” he breathes out before he’s on me again. His lips practically maul my mouth, and I love it. I love seeing him appear so out of control .
My greedy fingers grip the hem of his shirt next, breaking our lips apart long enough to tug it over his head. It lands next to mine as the palm of my hands caress the expanse of his chest. Our kiss gets more heated by the minute. It’s messy; a clash of teeth and tongues, neither of us able to get our fill. The coarse hair that covers his chest feels amazing under my touch, and when I tweak his nipples between my fingers, he gasps into my mouth. The sound quickly morphs into a groan that settles deep in my balls.
Everything about William is all man. The way he smells, the way he feels under my touch, the way he handles me. I can’t get enough.
“Why can’t I stop thinking about you?” he murmurs against my lips in between kisses. “What is it about you that I can’t seem to stay away from?”
I don’t even think he realizes he’s saying anything, but my chest swells with pride at knowing I’m on his mind as much as he’s on mine. Especially knowing how much he tries to pretend I’m not.
“You think about me, Doc?” I smirk against his mouth as he slowly walks us backwards toward his bed.
“You know I do,” he growls. “It’s infuriating.”
Chuckling softly, I mutter, “I would say I’m sorry, but I’m really not.”
“Why is that not surprising?”
As soon as the back of my legs hit the edge of his bed, his hands come up to my chest, and he’s shoving me down. His gaze is heady as he peers down at me, my heart thumping harder as I wait to see what his next move is. Stepping between my thighs, he reaches for the button on my jeans, flicking it open and sliding the zipper down in one swift motion. Next, he yanks the material down my legs, taking my briefs too, until I’m lying before him completely naked.
William rakes his hungry eyes down my body, zeroing in on my cock, and the way it’s thickening more by the second. My whole being feels alight right now, every inch of flesh burning with need. After he drinks the sight of me in for a few moments, he blankets my body with his, hands coming down on either side of my head as his lips crash down on mine. If possible, this kiss feels even more supercharged than before. Even more desperate and needy. I can taste the sheer arousal on his tongue, feel it in the way he bites down on my bottom lip, tugging until I moan.
It doesn’t last long, though. Before I know it, he’s working his way across my jawline, nipping and sucking on the skin there, until he finds that sweet spot on my neck below my ear that sends a surge of heat down to my core. Working his way down, he peppers my chest with affection next, his movements hurried. Like he can’t consume me quick enough. I prop myself up on my elbows as I watch him work his way down my abdomen, spreading my legs wider, giving him easier access.
The first and only other time we’ve done this, it was me in charge. It was me kissing him everywhere. Me tasting and touching and licking him. The role reversal is different, but so fucking hot. Watching him take what he wants, seeing how desperate he is for me. My blood pumps hot in my veins, the organ in my chest nearly busting out of my ribs, the lower he sinks, the closer he gets to where I need him.
But because this is William, and I swear he enjoys making me suffer, he doesn’t put me out of my misery so quickly. His lips press down everywhere but where I want him, and I’m going out of my mind. My dick is rock hard and leaking, aching for attention. Sitting back on his haunches, William caresses my thighs with his rough, warm palms while he peers at me. His lips tug into a smirk, clearly very aware of what he's doing to me. A quick, shameless glance down the front of him reveals how turned on he is.
“Touch me,” I beg, my voice coming out like a whine, but I can’t help it. It feels like I’m going to explode with my need for him.
“Your patience could use some work,” he throws back as he gropes himself over his pajama pants. The sight does nothing to tamp down the desire coursing through me.
“Well, you got me all worked up, Doc,” I rasp, reaching down with the intent of stroking myself, but he slaps my hand away before I have the chance.
“No touching,” he growls.
“Why the fuck not?” I ask, gawking at him.
Fingers dancing along the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh, his gaze drags up my body until it locks on mine. “Because,” he starts, a ravenous glint in his eyes, “while we’re in here, this”—I shiver as his index finger brushes along the underside of my shaft in a featherlight touch—“is mine, and you don’t get to touch what’s mine. Am I making myself clear?”
Holy shit. I’m not going to survive this.
I can only nod, my mouth too dry to speak.
A sinister grin spreads across his face. “Good boy,” he purrs, and fuck me , I want to hear that again. I’ve never been known to have much of a praise kink before, but something about those two words falling from his lips has me desperate to make him proud.
“One night,” he mutters. “That’s all this is. We’re going to have this one night, and then it’s never going to happen again. It can’t. Do you understand me, Colt? ”
I nod, knowing full well it’s a lie. In no fucking world am I about to have another taste of William, only to wake up in the morning and never do it again. I think the fuck not. But if a little white lie is what it takes for me to have his hands on me, then so be it.
“We can’t keep this up,” he goes on, and at this point, I’m unsure if he’s talking to me… or himself. “No matter how much we want to, we can’t. So, tonight.”
“Tonight,” I parrot, the confirmation tasting sour on my tongue. One night could never be enough with him, and whether he knows it yet or not, I’m going to make him see. William’s walls are breaking down slowly; the fact that I’m naked in his bedroom right now is proof of that. A connection this strong can’t be wasted on one fucking night. He’ll come to his senses soon enough.