I watch as he reaches into his drawer and takes out a small box. He opens it and pulls out a dildo, long and thick. My throat clicks as he meets my gaze.
“Gonna fuck you nice and slow with this.”
I don’t even hesitate, just drop my pants and blush when he chuckles.
“Eager, hm? My greedy little bottom.”
He looks smug, and part of me wants to pull my pants back on and leave, but I don’t. I shuck my shirt and make my way to the bed. He knows I want to try this with him.
“Fuck yeah,” he murmurs as he tosses the dildo and lube onto the mattress and then removes his clothes. He moves quickly, revealing his smooth, tanned skin in a matter of seconds, and then crawls onto the bed next to me.
“Lean back. Spread those legs.”
I do as he asks, feeling the blush spread from my cheeks to my chest.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he whispers, reaching down and pushing my knees up, exposing me to him, spreading me out entirely. His eyes sweep from my hole to my face and then back again.
“Just a little taste,” he mutters, and then his mouth is on me. My cock, my balls, my ass. I’m arching into it, my fingers digging into the underside of my thighs as I try to hold on. But it’s hard when he feels so damn good around me. In me. On me.
His tongue pushes into my ass, and I grunt, feeling my hole expand around him. He thrusts it in and out until I’m sloppy and wet before his mouth moves to my balls, sucking one into hismouth and then the other, making my eyes cross. But when he deep-throats me, I know it’s game over.
My eyes close, and I pray I don’t come, but it’s hopeless. There is no god. There’s no one. My release explodes into his mouth, and he swallows it down, groaning around me until I’m milked dry.
My entire body is trembling from the aftershocks, trying to gulp down air as Colton grabs the dildo and the lube.
“My deep-throating skills are coming along,” he says.
“Yeah,” I murmur, not really noticing a difference, only that it’s the best head I’ve ever received.
Fuck. I can’t imagine him being any better.
It would be fucking tragic for me and my balls.
The trickle of lube on my crack and hole has me biting my bottom lip, feeling Colton’s finger swirl around my rim.
“Love being inside of you.” His eyes meet mine. “When I fuck you, can I go bare? Or you want me to wear a condom?”
I don’t even hesitate. “Bare.”
That makes him grin, his finger slipping into my hole.
“Fuck yeah. I’ll make it so good for you.”
I know he will. Everything with him has been annoyingly hot.
His finger slides deeper, and I feel my hole contract and then loosen as he pushes knuckle-deep.
“I’m gonna get you so nice and wet. Then I’m gonna fuck another orgasm out of you with this dildo.”
I nod, unable to speak as he adds more lubrication and pushes a second finger into me. He sees it all, too—the way my rim opens for him, the way my hole sucks him in. It’s easy. Far too fucking easy.
It shouldn’t be like this the first time, but fuck, I’m so proud that this won’t be hard. The sex won’t be at least. Whatever these budding feelings for Colton are will be far more complicated.
“Witkoff, your ass was made for cock,” Colton says and then pushes another finger in, twisting his wrist, hitting my prostate and making me mewl. Like a fucking cat. So fucking embarrassing, but I can’t help it. The things this guy can do to me.
I should have known to stay away, but my body can’t help but drift toward him.
Hence why I’m spread out on his bed, taking three of his fingers like a wanton slut.
