I’ve been rimmed before,but Colt devours me like a starving beast, his tongue tracing every curve and crevice of my ass with an insatiable hunger. I writhe beneath him, desperate for more, my body on fire with anticipation. Each touch from his skilled mouth only intensifies the pleasure, making it harder to resist. “Please. I need you.”
Feeling my urgency, Colt pulls away with a primal grunt. I whimper, and he places a hand on my lower back to steady me. I hear the bedside table open and then the familiar sound of a condom wrapper being torn open. Then he positions me onto my side, pressing himself against my ass.
Without hesitation, I push back into him, craving the fullness and closeness only he can provide. “Hang on. I gotcha.” He enters me with one smooth thrust, and we both freeze, savoring the moment. He’s shaking with restraint, but I’m thankful for the few seconds to adjust.
So close. So full.
As Colt begins to move, his hips rocking with deliberate and slow movements, his arms wrap around me possessively. His fingers glide over my skin, igniting pleasure everywhere theytouch. A single shift of his position, and he finds that perfect spot deep within me, sending a jolt of pleasure through my entire body. I curse loudly as he continues to hit that spot again and again.
“I’m. So. Close.” I gasp, wanting to prolong this ecstasy but unable to hold out any longer. My cock is so hard it hurts. I reach for it, and Colt swats my hand away and wraps his fist around me.
“Come for me,” he growls in my ear as he strokes me in sync with his thrusts. His words push me over the edge.
I cry out as my orgasm crashes over me in waves, leaving me panting and spent. Without wasting a second, Colt pulls out and flips me onto my back. Quickly disposing of the condom, he starts stroking himself with an intensity that borders on desperation. “Fuck yes,” he groans, his face contorted with pleasure.
“I want to see you come,” I tell him, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Fuuuuuck.” His hips stall as he comes in thick ropes that land across my chest and stomach. When he finishes, he collapses on top of me, a sweaty mess of tangled limbs.
I can’t do anything but lie there. I don’t care that I’m covered in our releases or that it’s probably cementing our bodies together. I’m happy and content. Maybe more than I’ve ever been.
Eventually, Colt rolls off me. “Give me another minute to be able to feel my legs, and I’ll get up.”
“I don’t think a washcloth is going to be enough.” I look down at my cum covered skin and laugh. We need to shower before it dries and becomes itchy. “Come on.” I pull him up from the bed and lead him into the bathroom. I turn on the water and pull out a second towel for Colt. Once the water’s warm, I pull him in with me.
We take our time, enjoying how the hot water runs over our bodies, stealing kisses and running soaped-up hands over each other’s skin. This, whatever it is growing between the two of us, feels real in a way it hasn’t before. He snakes a hand around my waist and grabs my ass. My cock makes a half-hearted attempt at getting hard again.
“Stay,” I whisper.
“What?” Colt’s blue eyes are so clear.
“Stay the night. Please.”
“Of course.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
COLT
I moved around my kitchen,trying to put dinner together. Nathan is stopping by to eat with me before he meets his friends for their usual Thursday night. It’s been a tough week for both of us at work, and though we’ve texted and talked on the phone, we haven’t been able to spend much time together. Through some confluence of great fortune, we both got off work early enough tonight to eat together before he heads to the bar.
When I suggested it, it seemed like a good idea. Now that I’m in the kitchen, I realize I don’t cook. Even after using my lunch to run to the grocery store, I fall short in the home-cooked meal department. At this point, I’d settle for edible.
I sigh at the knock on the door. The romantic night I imagined was quickly going downhill. I put down the ladle and go to answer the door.
“Hey.” I lean in and kiss him. This has become comfortable. I could imagine doing this for the rest of my life. Maybe not the cooking dinner part, but the part where we come home to eachother and kiss every night. “Come on in. I’ll have dinner ready pretty soon.”
“Sounds great.”
“Well, don’t get too excited. I’m sure I’ll send you to the bar still starving.”
“I’ve lived on a solid diet of coffee today, so I’m ready to eat anything.”
I frown at him. “Did you really only have coffee today?”
His face turns a bright shade of red. “I got up a bit late, and things were busy, so I didn’t get out to grab lunch.”
“You can’t survive on coffee alone. You need actual food. And probably a few glasses of water.”
