Page 54 of Brim Over Boot
“Getting you off?” I question.
“Tormenting me.”
I still for just a second before resuming the slow up-and-down glide of my fist. Running my nose up Colton’s stubbled jaw and cheek, I stop at his ear. “It’s not torment, and we both fucking know it. Look down.”
I release Colton’s neck, and he does, his hand gripping my arm tight as I lean against the wall. His chest bounces a few times, quick breaths in and out, his cock jerking against my hold.
“Nice, isn’t it?” I say, knowing the word isn’t enough. It looks obscene. Our cocks pressed together, his with a gentle curve, mine straight, our cockheads the only thing peeking out above my partially closed fist before my hand glides down again.
A groan is his only answer.
“If I’d known all it would take to render you speechless was this, I’d have tried it ages ago,” I tell him.
“Liar,” he pants out, exhaling heavily when I return my grip to his throat. He meets my eye, unable to hide the force of hiswant.
And there it is. Exactly what I was aching for.
Colton’s surrender.
My chest feels hot as I start stroking us in earnest, angling Colton’s head to the side. I run my lips over his cheek, the sharpness of his jaw, smelling leather and citrus. When I bring Colton’s face back around, he doesn’t hesitate. He meets my lips, all fire and whiskey and a sharp edge of desperation that’s a match for my own. His breath stutters when I buck against him, the added friction of our dicks rubbing together feeling too fucking good to keep up for long.
I kiss him hard—once, twice—before pulling back. “Come on, little Colt,” I urge, my hand taking us closer to the edge. “Let me hear you keen.”
“Fuck off,” he mumbles, panting hard now.
I nip his ear. “Whinny for me, baby.”
Colton lets out a laugh, and it’s so unexpected I rear back and stare at him in shock.
But then his eyes are rolling up, and his body is tensing. “Ah fuck,fuck,” he mutters, his cock swelling in my fist. I have just enough time to move my hand from his throat to the top of our dicks before Colton is shooting against my palm.
He does moan, a beautiful, pained sound that grabs me by the balls. I don’t know if I truly do like his torment or it’s simply the satisfaction of seeing Colton Darling brought to pieces, but I follow him over the edge immediately, catching my release before it can coat our shirts. I bury my face against Colton’s neck as my body is wracked in spasms, imagining I can taste the bruise I left against his skin. It’s enough to have a final throb passing through my dick, my hand unmoving now, my other cradling most of the mess.
“Fuck,” Colton says. And then again. “Fuck.”
His eyes meet mine blearily when I pull my face from his neck. He looks wrecked. Andthat. That has a smirk tugging at my lips.
I hold up my hand like an offering. “Take care of this for me?”
“Oh, fuck off,” Colton says, shoving my arm away.
I huff a laugh, not having expected him to actually swallow down our cum, and fling it unceremoniously onto the ground. I wipe my hand on the side of the building as Colton balks.
“What? Did you have a better idea?”
“No,” he admits, taking my cue and shoving his softening dick back in his pants. His eyes flick up to mine before dropping back down again.
I zip up my jeans. “Don’t freak out.”
“I’m not freaking out,” he bites back.
“It’s just orgasms.”
“I know,” he says haughtily, brushing his hair off his face.
I groan a little, unable to help but step forward again, wrapping my hand in the strands. “Say thank you,” I tell him softly, mapping the way his scowl draws his brows together and the pinch at the corners of his mouth.
The expected “Fuck you” comes swiftly.
