Chapter 26
Noah
Colton looks like a rugged dream, his hair hanging damp around his face, tears littering his cheeks and his cock flushed and hard, straining toward me.
The man would knock me off my feet if I allowed it. As is, I’m barely keeping it together, everything in me desperate to toss Colton onto my bed and cover every inch of him with my tongue and teeth. I want to mark him, taste him, pull whimpers and pleas from between his lips.
I want everything he’ll allow me.
“Up,” I tell him, giving his hair a gentle tug.
He gets to his feet, letting himself be led as I drag him over to the mattress. He falls back against it, his cock bobbing, his chest rising and falling as he pushes up to his elbows.
“Have you played with your ass?” I ask, going to my nightstand for lube.
He lets out a breath, but he doesn’t answer.
“Colt?” I prompt.
“Yeah,” he finally says. “Little bit.”
Fuck .
“So you know how to let me in?”
“Assuming you stretch me enough, I’m sure you can find your way in,” he shoots back.
I huff a laugh, enjoying the bob of Colton’s throat as I climb onto the mattress. I drop the lube and condoms beside his hip and tug the man flat onto his back. “I’m damn well gonna enjoy pinning you to this bed.”
He swallows again, eyes wide. But he doesn’t look scared. He looks wild. Like an animal willing to fight for its last meal.
“Turn over, little Colt.”
“Not little,” he mutters, spinning under the cage of my body.
“Admit it,” I tease, knowing he’ll do no such thing. “You like being my—”
My voice chokes out when Colton completes his turn. He freezes before groaning loudly.
“What the fuck,” I breathe, my fingers tracing over the letters inked at the top of Colton’s right ass cheek.
“God,” he moans, the sound barely audible, pressed to the sheets as it is.
“When… When did you do this?” I demand.
“After the Shoein’,” he says, face turned enough for me to hear him. “I wasn’t about to back out of our bet, was I?” He sounds pained when he adds, “You won fair and square. So…I got that.”
That being the word “King” tattooed in beautiful script on Colton’s ass. I never thought… I didn’t think he went through with it. He’s had this for two months? Two months, and I had no clue.
“Fuck,” I grit out, dropping my mouth to Colton’s skin. I lick over the word— my name —before biting down.
Colton jolts, pressing up against me. “Jesus fuck, you can’t just—”
I bite him again, an inch over, and he groans.
“I can’t believe you did this,” I rasp, covering his ass with my teeth and my lips, one bite and kiss at a time. “Fuck, Colt. Fuck .”
“Noah,” he groans, rutting against my sheets.
I work on the other ass cheek next, biting, licking, but I sit up before long, needing to see my name again. Needing to see the evidence of myself etched permanently on his skin. I roll my thumb over the letters, my heart thrashing about wildly.
“You’re never getting rid of it,” I growl.
“How the fuck would I?” he counters. “Aren’t tattoo removals like—”
His words cut off when I squeeze his ass cheek hard. “Never, Colt.”
“Jesus,” he gasps, squirming, his cheeks bright red when he looks back at me. His inhale is sharp, whatever he sees on my face enough to have him staring at me another few seconds longer. “Yeah,” he breathes out. “It’s not going anywhere.”
Satisfied, I lean down to run kisses up the length of Colton’s spine. He’s stiff for a second, but then he melts into the bed, smelling like my bodywash and a little bit like himself. It’s a heady combination.
When my crotch reaches Colton’s ass, I nestle my cock between his cheeks, snug against warm skin. “I need you to do something for me,” I tell him, my voice hoarse. I grab the lube as I roll my hips.
“What?” he says, the word all breath.
“I need you to be quietthis time. Can you do that?”
I’m sure he understands why. My uncle is somewhere in the house, and I’d rather him not hear my sexual explorations with a man he knows I hate. Or did.
“How about when you start doing something worthy of moaning about,” Colton says dryly, “I’ll try my best to keep it down.”
“Cheeky fuck,” I mutter, moving down his body.
“Yeah, well. Maybe you could get between my cheeks and— oh fuck. ”
“What was that?” I ask, swiping him with my tongue again.
He shifts against me, his back heaving. “I’ll be quiet.”
“Good,” I breathe, licking over his hole before grabbing the lube. Colton spreads his legs, opening himself up for me, one leg hitched up at the knee. His hand goes to his cock, and I realize it’s the first time I’ve seen him touching himself. There was that phone call, but it’s different seeing it in person.
“Have you done this before?” he asks as I circle his rim with lube-wet fingers.
“What?”
“Fucked an asshole.”
I huff a laugh, pressing a finger inside of him. He stills for only a second, and then he’s stroking his cock again, his hips moving almost imperceptibly. The sight of my finger disappearing inside his body is mesmerizing.
“Fucking beautiful,” I mutter before answering his question. “Not a man’s.”
He nods against the sheets, his hair covering his face from my view. “C’mon. Two. I can handle it.”
I groan at the direct request, leaning down to fit my teeth over his tattoo again as I slide a second finger in alongside the first. His body is warm, tight but accommodating. It’s clear he has done this before, at least this part. Because Colton is shifting back against me, seeking more from my fingers, knowing exactly what he wants and going after it.
“Goddamn sexy,” I tell him, my knuckles brushing his ass cheeks as I stretch him out. “Watching you fuck yourself on my fingers might be the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, little Colt.”
He groans, turning his face back against the sheets. “Less talking.”
“You don’t wanna hear what you look like swallowing my fingers?”
“No.”
“How about how gorgeous you are laid out on your stomach, begging me for what you want without words?”
“Fuck. Off,” he breathes.
I lean over him as I work my fingers in deeper, teeth nipping his ear. “I think you like it. I think you like hearing how stunning you are when you give yourself over to me. When you get exactly what you want.”
He shakes his head. “Just fuck me already.”
I ignore his attempt at avoidance, sliding a third finger inside his body. He groans at the invasion, the sound almost broken. “You can hide your face all you want, but it doesn’t change anything, Colt. I understand you. And this thing you want? There’s nothing wrong with it, and I won’t ever mock it. Do you know why?”
His breathing is labored, the long line of his back arched, his ass lifted into the air and my fingers moving inside of him with ease now.
“Because I want it, too,” I tell him fiercely. “I wanna fuck you so good you have trouble walking for weeks. I wanna give you every goddamn thing you need so you keep coming back to me for more. You are beautiful down on your knees. Because you like being there. And you’re beautiful like this. Opened up for me. Trusting me.”
He shakes his head again, but the movement is weak.
“Don’t you get it?” I ask, my frustration leaking into my tone. I ease my fingers out and grab a condom, hands shaking as I tear open the package and roll it down my cock. I’m so hard it hurts, but it’s the ache in my chest that has my voice coming out strained. “I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re in my fucking head. Invading my life. You’re everywhere I goddamn look. Everything I see.”
I line up my cock as Colton pants, his asshole glistening with lube. Almost subconsciously, my thumb rolls over the ink on his skin, and I grab on tight.
“And I’m not letting you run anymore,” I husk out. “You’re mine, Colton Darling. You. Are. Mine .”
Colton sucks in a breath as I press my cock past his tight ring of muscle. His body clamps down on me for only a second, and then he’s bearing down, the invitation evident, his stuttered moan a match for my grunt. I ease inside of him in increments, his body fitting my cock like a glove, the sight of me disappearing inch by inch between his spread cheeks more satisfying than it has any right to be.
When my hips press tight to his ass, my body rolls in a shiver.
“Noah,” Colton gasps.
“Yeah?” I say, running my hand over the swell of his ass, my other anchoring at his hip, thumb pressing tightly into my claim on his skin.
“Please, please fuck me now,” he begs. “I can’t… I need you to…”
“Yeah, baby,” I tell him, brushing his hair behind his ear. “Don’t fucking hide.”
He swallows roughly, nodding once.
With my hands on his hips, I ease out, the clasp of Colton’s body lighting every one of my nerve endings on fire. When I roll forward, it’s as if each of those flickers bursts into flames.
Colton lets out a breath, and another when I do it again. “Oh, fuck,” he says, hand fisting the sheets, his other still around his cock. “Oh, God.”
“King,” I correct, his ass shaking every time my hips slam forward.
“What?”
“It’s ‘Oh, King.’”
Colton laughs, a raspy thing, as he strokes his cock. “You’re an absolute dick.”
“You like my dick.”
“Fuck off.”
“Admit it,” I goad, pulling him back onto me, fucking him harder, his ass feeling like absolute heaven. “You fucking love this.”
“Hate you,” he mutters, even as a smile curves his lips.
“Oh, baby. Then you’re really gonna hate this.”
Colton scrambles when I tug his hips upright, forcing him to let go of his cock and get his knees under him. He looks affronted for all of a second, but then I’m clasping my hand around his dick and slamming deep, and his outrage dissolves into a reedy groan.
“Quiet,” I remind him, my thumb rolling over the head of his cock as I punch repeatedly into his body. There’s one way he’s far different from a woman when it comes to this. Well, two, taking the cock in my hand into consideration. And if I can just find it…
Colton cries out, his cock jerking. “ Fuck . Fuck, fuck,” he mutters.
“Still hate it?”
“ Ahh ,” he moans in response, his face pressed into my pillow to muffle the noise. I keep at the same angle, driving against his prostate, wondering what it is he’s feeling right now and curious to find out for myself someday. Right now, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
“If it’s so bad,” I tease between breaths, “I can stop.”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growls. “I will make you”—a grunt—“rue the fucking day, King.”
“If you don’t want me to stop, then what do you want?” I ask, jerking his cock in earnest now.
He groans, his muscles shaking, a small tremor running through his body. “You’re gonna fuck me until I come. Or I swear to God—”
He cuts off on a gasp, his neck tasting sweet when I sink my teeth against his skin. He jerks again, my thrusts shallower at this angle, but the man sturdy enough to take my weight over him. For a second, as he falls silent, I worry I went too far. Bit him too hard, maybe.
But then he’s sucking in a great big mouthful of air, the tightening of his ass around me preceding the swell of his cock.
“ Oh fuck ,” he says on a moan. And then he’s coming.
Colton’s ass wrings me as the man spills onto my sheets. I can’t see it, but I can feel his orgasm pulsing from him, hear the anguished bliss in his tone as he groans into my pillow. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from drawing blood on his shoulder or neck, fucking him through his release in short pumps of my hips, trying to hold myself back from the edge.
It’s the husked-out, “Noah,” that makes that impossible.
I tuck my face against the back of Colton’s neck as I shatter apart. It’s a blast so heavy, it flares outwards for only a moment before the weight of it crushes inward again, my body locking tight. It’s torture, and it’s bliss, and I empty inside the condom as I wish I was painting the inside of Colton’s ass instead. I want him to take a part of me with him. To fucking keep me.
And with startling clarity, I realize he will. My name is forever imprinted on his skin, the black lines forming four letters the most remarkable thing I’ve seen in my life. So unexpected. So achingly perfect. And even if it didn’t mean for Colton what I’m coming to fear it means for me, it doesn’t matter. I’m still there. The memory of me immortalized on the one man who I swear only a few months ago would have done anything to be rid of me for good.
And now, he never will be.
I trace my fingers over the letters as I come back to myself, my skin still buzzing, my cock nestled inside Colton’s ass. He’s breathing harshly below me, but his face is turned, a single lock of hair resting over his cheek. He looks…soft. For once, he’s allowing me to see him without guards. Or maybe he simply can’t hold them up.
I press a kiss to his shoulder before easing back, holding the condom as I slide out of his body. The sight is almost as enticing as when I slid in, and I let out a groan, already anticipating the next time. And there will be a next time.
“So,” I say, getting rid of the condom as Colton lies sprawled out on my bed. “Was it as horrible as you expected?”
“Worse,” he mutters.
I hum, rolling him onto his back so I can see him better. He doesn’t stop me, but his eyes look wary.
“No running,” I remind him, brushing his hair back, letting my thumb stroke down his cheek to his jawline. I pluck up his chin, raising an eyebrow.
He swallows, but he doesn’t look away, and, slowly, I bring my mouth to his. His lips tremble beneath mine, this man who’s strong and brazen and a little wild sharing his vulnerabilities with me, whether or not he intends to. He’s soft against my mouth, and I want to tell him he can be. That it’s okay, and I won’t hurt him. That we’ll figure this out.
When I break from his lips, I tuck myself over Colton’s body, tugging him close. It takes a moment for him to relax, but then his hands are smoothing over my back, and he holds me just as tight.
As the sky turns dark, I search inside of myself for the answers I think I already have, my fingers stroking rhythmically over the ink resting indelibly on Colton’s skin.