Page 92 of The Retreat

I brush my fingers down his chest, over his pink, hard nipples and constricted abs. His muscles tighten and constrict as he sucks in a breath. I lower down to my forearms, pushing his thighs wider to nip the sensitive skin there. His cock throbs and leaks. I kiss a path over his hip, and to his base, swirling my tongue across the flesh encased steel.

Colin bucks into me. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

I flick my tongue up his shaft, each and every sound Colin makes making me harder. “Do you know how horny you’re making me?”

“Oh?” Colin moans.

“I don’t even think you know how beautiful you are, do you?” I murmur, lifting up to swirl my tongue around his head, getting my first taste of him.

“I love that you think so.”

I suck his tip into my mouth, the heady salty flavor sinking into my tongue as I moan around him. Colin tenses, muscles tightening. I push my hand up his chest to cup his face. He turns to kiss my palm.

I brush my fingers over his lips, refocusing on his cock, welcoming him deeper into me.

“Goddamn. Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” He arches off the bed, forcing more of his cock into my mouth.

I put my hand on his hip, coming off of his glistening dick. “I’m in control.” I force his ass back to the bed, holding him there while I work.

He throws his head back, whimpering. “You’re torturing me. I can’t fucking take it. I’m so close.”

I smile, making my lips pull tight around his girth and slow, edging him.

“No!” he cries out, fighting against the ties on his wrists again.

“Shhhh.” I blow my breath over his tip. “You’re going to come so hard when I finally let you.”

“I didn’t know I could be tortured with fucking pleasure.”

I barely skim my tongue under his head, and he shudders, cock so swollen it looks painful. “It’s the best kind.” I bob over him again, stopping every time he starts to get close.

“Fuck you.”

“What was that?” I let him fall from my mouth, gripping his balls to massage them.

“I hate you right now.” Colin shudders again, toes curling, his entire body trying to force the orgasm out of his dick without the stimulation he needs.

“You’re going to love me in a second.” I get to my knees, cock already slick with lube while I’d been edging him. I press against his hole, massaging it there lightly while I squeeze his base.

Colin’s eyes flash open. “Please,” is the only word he can manage.

I take him in one thrust while my hand speeds up on his cock. He’s losing it before I can pull out for another thrust. I fuck him through his release, driving against his prostate over and over while he comes more than I’ve ever seen. His orgasm seems to go on forever, and he squeezes around me with every pulse, bringing me to the brink with him. I kiss him as I lose it, spiraling into ecstasy.

As we both come down, I lay next to him and drag my fingers through his cum, bringing it to my lips. He stares as I suck them clean.

“What are you doing?!”

I bring my mouth to his, and when he opens, I spit his own cum into his mouth, then kiss him hard. “Whatever I want.”

“You dirty fucking bastard.” He sucks my tongue clean.

“Get used to it. I love your cock in my mouth.”

While we seemed to settle our situation, or relationship, if we could even call it that, sex opened up a new avenue for feelings, and maybe a little bit of avoidance. It became an escape for both of us. But it’s not helping our overexposure, or us being unable to leave the apartment.

Colin can’t even go to class without needing a bodyguard and getting slammed with questions about us. The more I win, the more they want a piece of me, or really to know more about my mysterious husband. It’s putting a strain on our relationship, and I can’t handle the stress.

So when I come out of the spare bedroom I’ve been using as a training room to find Oliver, Isaac, and Colin in the kitchen drinking coffee, dread fills my chest. I can’t handle anything else.

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