Page 91 of Brim Over Boot
Satisfied, I lean down to run kisses up the length of Colton’s spine. He’s stiff for a second, but then he melts into the bed, smelling like my bodywash and a little bit like himself. It’s a heady combination.
When my crotch reaches Colton’s ass, I nestle my cock between his cheeks, snug against warm skin. “I need you to do something for me,” I tell him, my voice hoarse. I grab the lube as I roll my hips.
“What?” he says, the word all breath.
“I need you to be quietthis time. Can you do that?”
I’m sure he understands why. My uncle is somewhere in the house, and I’d rather him not hear my sexual explorations with a man he knows I hate. Or did.
“How about when you start doing something worthy of moaning about,” Colton says dryly, “I’ll try my best to keep it down.”
“Cheeky fuck,” I mutter, moving down his body.
“Yeah, well. Maybe you could get between my cheeks and—oh fuck.”
“What was that?” I ask, swiping him with my tongue again.
He shifts against me, his back heaving. “I’ll be quiet.”
“Good,” I breathe, licking over his hole before grabbing the lube. Colton spreads his legs, opening himself up for me, one leg hitched up at the knee. His hand goes to his cock, and I realize it’s the first time I’ve seen him touching himself. There was that phone call, but it’s different seeing it in person.
“Have you done this before?” he asks as I circle his rim with lube-wet fingers.
“What?”
“Fucked an asshole.”
I huff a laugh, pressing a finger inside of him. He stills for only a second, and then he’s stroking his cock again, his hips moving almost imperceptibly. The sight of my finger disappearing inside his body is mesmerizing.
“Fucking beautiful,” I mutter before answering his question. “Not a man’s.”
He nods against the sheets, his hair covering his face from my view. “C’mon. Two. I can handle it.”
I groan at the direct request, leaning down to fit my teeth over his tattoo again as I slide a second finger in alongside the first. His body is warm, tight but accommodating. It’s clear hehasdone this before, at least this part. Because Colton is shifting back against me, seeking more from my fingers, knowing exactly what he wants and going after it.
“Goddamn sexy,” I tell him, my knuckles brushing his ass cheeks as I stretch him out. “Watching you fuck yourself on my fingers might be the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, little Colt.”
He groans, turning his face back against the sheets. “Less talking.”
“You don’t wanna hear what you look like swallowing my fingers?”
“No.”
“How about how gorgeous you are laid out on your stomach, begging me for what you want without words?”
“Fuck. Off,” he breathes.
I lean over him as I work my fingers in deeper, teeth nipping his ear. “I think you like it. I think you like hearing how stunning you are when you give yourself over to me. When you get exactly what you want.”
He shakes his head. “Just fuck me already.”
I ignore his attempt at avoidance, sliding a third finger inside his body. He groans at the invasion, the sound almost broken. “You can hide your face all you want, but it doesn’t change anything, Colt. I understand you. And this thing you want? There’s nothing wrong with it, and I won’t ever mock it. Do you know why?”
His breathing is labored, the long line of his back arched, his ass lifted into the air and my fingers moving inside of him with ease now.
“Because I want it, too,” I tell him fiercely. “I wanna fuck you so good you have trouble walking for weeks. I wanna give you every goddamn thing you need so you keep coming back to me for more. Youarebeautiful down on your knees. Because you like being there. And you’re beautiful like this. Opened up for me.Trustingme.”
He shakes his head again, but the movement is weak.
