Page 77 of The History Between Us

The smile on his face quickly morphs into something more heated, as he does exactly as I say, unhooking the knot around his waist, letting the material fall to the ground. Biting down on his bottom lip, he peers at me from beneath his lashes as I approach. “How do you want me, Doc?”

The sultry lilt to his voice goes straight to my balls. Reachingbehind my head, I yank off my shirt, letting it fall to the floor as I drop my sweats, adding them to the discarded clothes pile. I wrap a hand around the back of his neck, hauling his body to mine. Keeping my hand there, I place my other around his hip as I crash my mouth against his. His breath is minty, like he brushed his teeth as soon as he got out of the shower, and his clean, fresh body wash wafts around us, making my head dizzy.

Colt tilts his head to the side, lips parting as my tongue slips inside, rolling along his. He tastes amazing, and in no time, we’re both hard and ready to go. My sexual appetite with Colt is unlike anything I’ve seen from myself since my twenties. I’m insatiable for him, but luckily, he always seems to be as insatiable for me.

“Hands and knees on the bed,” I tell him, reaching into the nightstand and grabbing the bottle of lube I keep in there. Spread wide open for me, I allow myself a moment to take in the sight of Colt. Cock hard, balls full, they hang heavy between his legs while his tight, pink hole is on display for me. My mouth waters the longer I admire him, and before I can stop myself, I spread him impossibly wider with my hands, burying my head between his cheeks.

I drag my tongue across his taint, all the way up his crease, reveling in the way he gasps and arches his back, needy for more. Reaching between his thighs, I wrap a hand around his cock, pumping him in my fist as I eat him out. Once I feel the muscle loosen up a little, I ease my index finger inside, fucking him with it nice and slow before adding a second. He cries so beautifully when I crook my fingers and graze that sweet spot inside of him, the sound causing my cock to ache and leak.

“I need more,” he gasps. “Fuck me, William.Please.”

He pushes back onto my fingers, tossing me a look over hisshoulders. He looksgone. His eyes are heavy, cheeks flushed, brows pinched together. Withdrawing my fingers, I grab the lube and lather it all over my cock, loving the way he watches as I do it. My blood is drenched with an overwhelming amount of desire, my heart catapulting in my chest. Coating his hole with a generous layer of lube, I toss the bottle to the side before climbing on the bed behind him, lining myself up.

Not giving me a chance to ease into it, Colt pushes back, spearing himself on my cock in one swift go. He throws his head back as we let out a groan in unison. The pressure and the heat surrounding my length have my eyes rolling back as my hands find purchase on his hips, nails digging into the flesh in a way I’m sure will leave a bruise later.

“You’re desperate for my cock, aren’t you, baby?” I ask, voice raspy and low.

“You know I am,” he moans, fucking himself on me like the needy little slut he is.

“You been thinking about doing exactly this all morning?”

“Yes.”

Making us breakfast in my kitchen while you imagine me stuffing you with my cock?”

Fuck,” he gasps. “Yes!”

“On your stomach,” I growl, pulling out of him long enough for him to oblige.

Colt closes his legs, pressing them tight as I straddle him with my legs on either side of his body. I spread him open with one hand while I guide my cock back into his channel with my other. The new position nearly makes me come on the spot.

“Fuck, Doc,” Colt moans. “You feel so good.”

Once I’m fully seated, I blanket his body with my own, bringing my hand around his throat as I use it to pull his headback. Bringing my lips to the shell of his ear, I nip at his earlobe. “You feel fucking perfect,” I grit out, hips snapping against his tight ass. “Whose ass is this? Let me hear you.”

“Yours!”

A grin splits my face. “That’s right, baby. And who fucks you this good?”

“You do,” he pants.

“Louder,” I growl. “Who fucks you this good? Who has you sweating and crying and writhing?”

“You do!”

“You’re perfect,” I confess in his ear. “God,you’re fucking perfect.”

Despite being pinned to the bed underneath me, Colt still manages to arch his back, pushing back against me like he just can’t help himself. “Oh, fuck, I’m close,” he cries out, throat muscles tightening beneath my hand. “Don’t…. stop!”

“That’s it,” I coo into his ear. “Come for me, baby. Let me see what I do to you. Give me that sweet fucking cum.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” At this point, his voice is nothing more than a hoarse rasp, and I know the minute he lets go because his ass strangles my cock, clenching as he spills all over the bed.

“That’s it. Such a good boy.”

It’s not long before I follow, groaning and panting as I release deep inside of him. We’re both a sweaty mess by the time I pull out of him, but I can’t help but pause and watch my cum drip down his thigh. There’s something so primal and possessive about watching it spill out of him. I can’t help myself… I reach out, pushing it back in with my thumb.

“So much for that shower,” Colt breathes out, rolling over to glance up at me.

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