Page 56 of Ruin
“Kolton, Christ…” Lucian moans, his hand in my hair shaking as he guides my head up and down his dick. He’s taken control because if I do it, I’ll make him come. He doesn’t want to come yet. He’s been having me edge him for an hour now.
I hover over his dick, my mouth open, jaw aching. He’s hard as steel, the head an angry shade of red and dripping delicious precum that I lick up every time I see it spilling down his shaft.
“I don’t know how much longer I can hold off,” he says through gritted teeth.
“I wanted your cum an hour ago.”
He makes a low sound in his throat, then guides me back down, but just an inch or two so I can drag my tongue alongthe underside. There’s a vein there. It’s thick, and I love tracing my tongue along it. He likes it too.
“It’s going to be a lot,” he warns me. “It’s been over a week.”
I love that he waits for me. That he won’t touch himself because his cum is mine.
Of course, that doesn’t happen all the time because I know he still sleeps with his wife, but when that happens we don’t talk about it. And thankfully, it doesn’t happen often.
So, not only do I get a thrill out of knowing he’s been saving his come for me, but it’s extra exciting because he hasn’t fucked his wife—he’s all mine.
“Okay,” he says, voice shaking. “Sweet boy, I think I’m ready, but you have to swallow it all, okay? Don’t waste it. I’ve been saving it for you.”
“I won’t,” I say, shifting to get more comfortable.
He applies pressure to the back of my head, and I take him into my mouth, all the way to the back. The head of his cock reaches the back of my throat, but I don’t gag. I hardly gag at all, anymore. He presses down, and I swallow around him.
He whimpers, his breath coming out in short, sharp pants as his dick erupts. Pulse after pulse, his cum shoots down my throat. I swallow it all down, just like I promised, my body buzzing with excitement.
My own dick is aching, and I can’t wait to have my turn.
When his dick starts to soften, he pulls me up into his lap, holding me tight. When he catches his breath, his hands come up to my cheeks, and he looks me right in the eyes.
“I need to tell you something.”
My stomach drops. This is the end. I knew it was coming. I knew we wouldn’t last forever, as badly as I want us to. He told me he wants to leave his wife, but let’s be honest… if he hasn’t yet, he isn’t going to.
“I love you, Kolton.”
My jaw drops. “You d-do?”
“So fucking much,” he breathes out, leaning in to kiss me. He moans against my lips, and I grasp at his shirt, needing him closer.
“I fucking love you, Lucian,” I say against his lips. “I’ve wanted to tell you for weeks.”
“You should have,” he says, bringing his mouth to my neck and sucking on my skin. He grinds up against me ,and I feel his dick getting hard all over again. Mine never got soft.
“I want you to do something for me,” he says.
“Anything,” I answer, turning my head so he can reach my neck better.
“I want you to fuck me.”
I pull back, looking at him like he’s crazy. “You want me—”
“I want to know what it’s like,” he says. “I don’t know if I’ll like it, but I want to try it at least once. And I want to try it with you.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I say, dropping into the spot beside him. I’m pretty sure his car smells like sex on the regular at this point.
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. What if I do it wrong?”
