Page 91 of The Retreat

He laughs playfully. “For your pleasure?”

“Mine and mine alone.” I yank open the button on his jeans and wrap my hand around his cock. “No boxers?”

“I like to surprise you.” Colin’s head slams back. “Nothing in the world should feel this good.”

“My hand on your cock?” I roughly stroke him.

“Mmmhmm.” He barely gets the words out between moans.

I put my lips next to his ear. “Does my hand feel as good as my cock stretching your ass.”

Colin sucks in a breath. “Are you willing to do it again?”

“Did you think it was a one-time thing?” I squeeze his cock.

He pumps into my fingers. “I wasn’t sure if you’d want to.”

I nip at his ear. “I want to, and I’m going to fuck you over and over until you’re so full of my cum you can’t think about anything but me stretching you wide open to fill you.”

Colin becomes putty in my hands. I open the door, leading him to the bed. A shove and he falls backward, sprawling out on the mattress with his shorts half off and cock standing straight up. I yank off the shorts, casting them aside. He picks up his head, watching me. I put one knee on the bed, but think better of it, going to the chest of drawers, digging around until I find ties. I knew Oliver would have some in here.

I return to the bed, grabbing one of Colin’s hands, looping the tie around his wrist. I tie it to the frame before straddling his chest.

“What are you doing?” Colin asks, fighting a grin.

I take his other wrist, tying it to the other side. “Making sure I get what I want, and you can’t talk me into doing something else.”

“But you like when I lead you into temptation.” Colin tests the ties on his wrists.

“I love it. But unless you express a hard limit here, your cock is going in my mouth.”

He squirms and lifts his hips. “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“Do you think for a minute I’d do something I don’t want to?” I brush my fingers over his lips, slipping farther down his body to sit my ass on his hips. “I’ve been thinking about your cock in my mouth for weeks. I’m not going to stop thinking about it.”

“And when it’s sticky?” He barely keeps the tremble out of his voice.

“It’s not going to be sticky…” At least I don’t think it will be. “I’ve had your cum all over me, on my fingers…do you think I can’t handle it in my mouth?”

He looks away.

I force my knees between his thighs, opening him up for me, his cock still standing straight up from his body. “What aren’t you telling me?”

His breathing comes in ragged gasps, and he still won’t meet my eyes. “It’s?—”

“Spit it out.”

He pulls at the ties again. “You claimed to be straight, and now we are—you are—what if this makes you not into me anymore? I don’t want to go back to how we were.”

I grab his jaw, turning his head while my other hand grabs the outline of my cock through my slacks. “Do you think I’d be this hard if I wasn’t into you?”

He stares at my bulge before lifting his eyes to meet mine. “Are you sure?”

I lower down, brushing my lips over his. “I’m positive I want this. I want you. Every fucking inch of you, and I’m sorry I ever made you feel like you don’t deserve to be taken care of and worshipped.”

He melts into my kiss, hooking a leg around my hips to lift up and rub against me. “Why do you always know what to say?”

“It’s the truth.” I give him one more kiss before sitting back on my heels. “And now I get what I want.”

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