Page 90 of Brim Over Boot
“Up,” I tell him, giving his hair a gentle tug.
He gets to his feet, letting himself be led as I drag him over to the mattress. He falls back against it, his cock bobbing, his chest rising and falling as he pushes up to his elbows.
“Have you played with your ass?” I ask, going to my nightstand for lube.
He lets out a breath, but he doesn’t answer.
“Colt?” I prompt.
“Yeah,” he finally says. “Little bit.”
Fuck.
“So you know how to let me in?”
“Assuming you stretch me enough, I’m sure you can find your way in,” he shoots back.
I huff a laugh, enjoying the bob of Colton’s throat as I climb onto the mattress. I drop the lube and condoms beside his hip and tug the man flat onto his back. “I’m damn well gonna enjoy pinning you to this bed.”
He swallows again, eyes wide. But he doesn’t look scared. He looks wild. Like an animal willing to fight for its last meal.
“Turn over, little Colt.”
“Not little,” he mutters, spinning under the cage of my body.
“Admit it,” I tease, knowing he’ll do no such thing. “You like being my—”
My voice chokes out when Colton completes his turn. He freezes before groaning loudly.
“What the fuck,” I breathe, my fingers tracing over the letters inked at the top of Colton’s right ass cheek.
“God,” he moans, the sound barely audible, pressed to the sheets as it is.
“When… When did you do this?” I demand.
“After the Shoein’,” he says, face turned enough for me to hear him. “I wasn’t about to back out of our bet, was I?” He sounds pained when he adds, “You won fair and square. So…I got that.”
Thatbeing the word “King” tattooed in beautiful script on Colton’s ass. I never thought… I didn’t think he went through with it. He’s had this for two months? Two months, and I had no clue.
“Fuck,” I grit out, dropping my mouth to Colton’s skin. I lick over the word—my name—before biting down.
Colton jolts, pressing up against me. “Jesus fuck, you can’t just—”
I bite him again, an inch over, and he groans.
“I can’t believe you did this,” I rasp, covering his ass with my teeth and my lips, one bite and kiss at a time. “Fuck, Colt.Fuck.”
“Noah,” he groans, rutting against my sheets.
I work on the other ass cheek next, biting, licking, but I sit up before long, needing to see my name again. Needing to see the evidence of myself etched permanently on his skin. I roll my thumb over the letters, my heart thrashing about wildly.
“You’re never getting rid of it,” I growl.
“How the fuck would I?” he counters. “Aren’t tattoo removals like—”
His words cut off when I squeeze his ass cheek hard. “Never, Colt.”
“Jesus,” he gasps, squirming, his cheeks bright red when he looks back at me. His inhale is sharp, whatever he sees on my face enough to have him staring at me another few seconds longer. “Yeah,” he breathes out. “It’s not going anywhere.”
