Page 78 of Ruin
“Say please,” he whispers as he drops his head and swirls his tongue around the head of my cock.
“Please, Kolton. Please, let me come.”
His lips wrap around my dick and I groan in relief, only for him to pop off and say, “No.”
I groan a sound of annoyance, my fingers digging into the couch cushion.
I’m panting, my heart pounding. There's a challenge in his eyes, and I can’t be sure what he wants right now.
Does he want to keep playing this game and drive me crazy, or does he want me to flip it and take him? Considering it’s what I did the last time, I’m going to say he wants to fuck with me. He needs to be in control right now; he needs to torture me.
Fine. If it’s what he needs, I’ll play along.
“I’m not good at controlling it,” I admit, trying to catch my breath. “Not anymore.”
“Makes it all the more sexy.”
He pulls his fingers from me, and I grit my teeth. He spits on his fingers, the sight sexy beyond belief, before sliding two inside me, as deep as they’ll go.
“Will you come just like this?” he asks, his thumb brushing along the underside of my dick, right below the crown, while his fingers swipe along my prostate with each thrust.
“If you don’t stop,” I say.
“Did you not expect this to happen?”
“No,” I growl.
He huffs out a laugh, dipping down to lick up the precum dripping down my cock head. That sight alone has me nearly exploding. I should let go. I so badly want to give in to the pleasure, but I like giving this to him. I like allowing him some control because I trust him with it. And I like giving him something that makes him happy, something that he needs. Kolton needs control, and he doesn’t get much of it elsewhere. I will always give it to him as long as he needs it.
Kolton takes me into his mouth again, using his fingers inside me like a pro. That, mixed with the way he’s sucking me off, I can’t last any longer.
“Kolton, baby, I’m going to come if you don’t stop,” I pant out, gripping his shoulder.
He hums a happy sound around my dick, then shoves me to the back of his throat and swallows. The orgasm crashesthrough me, pulsing through my body, and I see stars. He milks me for everything I have, working my body like his favorite instrument.
When the orgasm subsides, my vision is blurry and I can’t breathe. I rub my eyes to clear my vision, and when I open them, Kolton is sitting on the other end of the couch, staring ahead.
“Don’t freak out,” I say.
A few beats, and he turns his head to look at me.
“What’s the point?” he says, getting to his feet. “I no longer have it in me to fight, so I may as well just give in.”
I frown as I get to my feet too and fix my pants.
“I don’t want this just because you’re giving in, Kolton. I want you to want it.”
“That’s the problem, Lucian.” He smiles, but it isn’t a happy one. “I do want it. I’ve always wanted it. I just can’t fucking have it.”
“I’m right here,” I say louder than expected. “I’m here, standing in your fucking living room, Kolton. I’ve begged on my knees. I’ve pleaded with you. What more do I need to do?”
He shakes his head, shrugging a shoulder. “I don’t know,” he admits, sounding defeated. “I wish I did, but I just don’t fucking know.”
I go to him, taking his face between my hands and making him look at me. He doesn’t fight or try to pull away. He just stands there.
“I will do anything for another chance. I promise I won’t fuck it up this time.”
He blinks a few times, eyes holding mine steadily. His bottom lip twitches, and it breaks my heart to think about what he’s feeling inside. All those emotions he won’t let out, the ones he won’t let me help him with. He suffers alone, but he doesn’t have to. If he’d just let me in, I could make it all better. I could tell him that, but letting him know that I know will only make him pull away. It’s best to let him come to me, and it sucks.
