Page 93 of Brim Over Boot
He cuts off on a gasp, his neck tasting sweet when I sink my teeth against his skin. He jerks again, my thrusts shallower at this angle, but the man sturdy enough to take my weight over him. For a second, as he falls silent, I worry I went too far. Bit him too hard, maybe.
But then he’s sucking in a great big mouthful of air, the tightening of his ass around me preceding the swell of his cock.
“Oh fuck,” he says on a moan. And then he’s coming.
Colton’s ass wrings me as the man spills onto my sheets. I can’t see it, but I can feel his orgasm pulsing from him, hear the anguished bliss in his tone as he groans into my pillow. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from drawing blood on his shoulder or neck, fucking him through his release in short pumps of my hips, trying to hold myself back from the edge.
It’s the husked-out, “Noah,” that makes that impossible.
I tuck my face against the back of Colton’s neck as I shatter apart. It’s a blast so heavy, it flares outwards for only a moment before the weight of it crushes inward again, my body locking tight. It’s torture, and it’s bliss, and I empty inside the condom as I wish I was painting the inside of Colton’s ass instead. I want him to take a part of me with him. To fuckingkeepme.
And with startling clarity, I realize he will. My name is forever imprinted on his skin, the black lines forming four letters the most remarkable thing I’ve seen in my life. So unexpected. So achingly perfect. And even if it didn’t mean for Colton what I’m coming to fear it means for me, it doesn’t matter. I’m still there. The memory of me immortalized on the one man who I swear only a few months ago would have done anything to be rid of me for good.
And now, he never will be.
I trace my fingers over the letters as I come back to myself, my skin still buzzing, my cock nestled inside Colton’s ass. He’s breathing harshly below me, but his face is turned, a single lock of hair resting over his cheek. He looks…soft. For once, he’s allowing me to see him without guards. Or maybe he simply can’t hold them up.
I press a kiss to his shoulder before easing back, holding the condom as I slide out of his body. The sight is almost as enticing as when I slid in, and I let out a groan, already anticipating the next time. And therewillbe a next time.
“So,” I say, getting rid of the condom as Colton lies sprawled out on my bed. “Was it as horrible as you expected?”
“Worse,” he mutters.
I hum, rolling him onto his back so I can see him better. He doesn’t stop me, but his eyes look wary.
“No running,” I remind him, brushing his hair back, letting my thumb stroke down his cheek to his jawline. I pluck up his chin, raising an eyebrow.
He swallows, but he doesn’t look away, and, slowly, I bring my mouth to his. His lips tremble beneath mine, this man who’s strong and brazen and a little wild sharing his vulnerabilities with me, whether or not he intends to. He’s soft against my mouth, and I want to tell him hecanbe. That it’s okay, and I won’t hurt him. That we’ll figure this out.
When I break from his lips, I tuck myself over Colton’s body, tugging him close. It takes a moment for him to relax, but then his hands are smoothing over my back, and he holds me just as tight.
As the sky turns dark, I search inside of myself for the answers I think I already have, my fingers stroking rhythmically over the ink resting indelibly on Colton’s skin.
Chapter 27
Colton
Thesunisshiningthrough the window when I crack my eyes open. I’m hot, and it takes me a second to realize why.
Noah is plastered against my side, his big body wrapped around me like an overgrown koala. I turn my head the smallest fraction to look at him, and my throat catches.
He’s naked, as am I. His leg is trapping my own, his arm holding me captive, and the curve of his ass is on display just above the white sheet that’s tangled near his calf.
Ah, fuck.
I squeeze my eyes shut, willing myself not to react. But then they shoot wide again.
It’s morning.
As in I slept the night.
As in I’m still at Noah fucking King’s house after the man fucked me into his mattress. Oh, God.
I attempt to extract myself from his octopusing limbs, but he rolls with me, trapping me under his body as he rumbles his approval, his cock now slotted against my ass.
Fuuuck.
“Noah,” I croak.
