“Yes. Oh yes.”
“How sweet you sound. You hungry for me? Cause I’ve gotta tell you, sweetheart, that my cock sure misses you. Your mouth, fucking hell. I’m in the bathroom now, Graham. I’m unbuttoning my pants and stroking myself and it should be your hand on me.”
“I know,” he says, anguished.
“You’d make me come so hard, wouldn’t you, angel?”
“Yes, Sir.” He wishes he could take it back.
“Oh, I’mSirnow. I like that.” The way he says it, the hitch in Colton’s breathing, can only mean that he is really touching himself. “I keep thinking about that night. I shouldn’t have let you go to sleep. I should have fucked you.”
Graham agrees. He feels incomplete, almost unwanted. “You were tired. It’s alright.”
“No, actuallyyouwere tired. I wanted to fuck you into the mattress but was trying to be a gentleman and wait. Thought I’d let you get some rest and in the morning we’d get up and have breakfast, get you ready for me and then spend the day in bed.”
“Who said I wanted a gentleman?” he jokes.
“Well, it’s a good thing you don’t because that’s over. I’ll be taking everything from you just as soon as I get you alone.”
God, he fucking hopes so. “What if I’m tired?” he asks, the tone of his voice undoubtedly indicating what he hopes the answer is.
Colton growls. “I don’t care. I need you. Need to put my cock in you.”
Graham squeezes his cock roughly, tries to cut off a sound of pain, grip clumsy and overly aggressive. “Good. That’s what I want.”
“Whatever you’re doing, keep doing it. God, what a sound. Will you let me open you up and fuck you?”
“Yes, Colton,” he says, and he squeezes one ball and then the other hard, pinches the skin between them hard enough to bruise.
“You hard now, sweetheart?”
“Yeah. Yes.”
“Good boy. Get it out. Come for me. I need to hear you. Those little gasps. The moans. God, you just go boneless when I get you right. And you’re so fucking hot and tight inside.”
“Too tight? What if I hurt you?”
The slightest hesitation. “You think you’re going to squeeze my dick off?” He sounds like he’s trying not to laugh.
“Maybe. Don’t laugh. What if I hurt you?”
There’s a too-long pause as Colton digests what he’s just said. “You won’t be able to hurt me, baby. I promise. I’ll open you up so fucking wide if that’s what it takes. I’ll give you my fist if I have to. Maybe I’ll leave you gaping and open and then I can slide in whenever I want.”
“Oh god. What else? Please?”
“We’ll get you cleaned out and ready. I’m going to help you. Supervise. Get you just how I want you.”
“No. That’s… no,” he says, but his hand is flying over his cock. He’s beginning to drip and it feels so fucking good. This time without Colton has been awful.
“You’re mine. You don’t hide anything from me. I’m going to fill you up with water and I’m going to make sure you’re all clean. Put you in the shower and get every inch of you washed up. I’lldry you off and lay you down on the bed. Do you know what happens next?”
“Please. No. I?—”
“Then I’m going to push your legs open, and you’re going to lie there and let me do what I want to your cock and that tight little hole of yours. I know how tight you are, honey. And I know how you respond to pain. I’m gonna make a mess of you, baby. My fingers and my mouth, my tongue, you’re going to be all pink and swollen before I’m done. And then I’m going to fuck you—pump you full of my come, and?—”
Graham doesn’t know what, if anything, he says. He’s coming hard, so fucking hard, and he already feels more awake and clear-headed even as he’s still pulsing come onto the street of some back alley in Cambodia. “Thank you, Colton. Sir. Thank you.”
“Thankyou.Fuck, I came all over myself just listening to you. You need to keep going. Don’t stop stroking that cock of yours until I say you can.”
