Page 128 of Brim Over Boot
“Yeah, baby. Look at you. So fucking perfect on my cock.”
“Jesus Christ.”
“You like being at my mercy?” I ask, pegging him hard, my arm wrapping around his leg so I can grab ahold of his cock. “You like getting caught and fucked and showing me how goddamn gorgeous you are when you let yourself have all the things you want? All the things you deserve?”
He groans, moving to cover his face, but I don’t let him. I grab his hand, planting it against the blanket beside his head.
“You’re beautiful, Colton. And you are mine. Let me admire you.”
His cock is plumping again, and I stroke him with a firm grip. His eyes hold mine, his body and mine intertwined as I slow my thrusts, making each pass last, letting myself cool down as I work him closer to the edge.
“Say it,” I demand.
He sucks in a breath. “Fuck you, you dick. You know I’m yours. I’m skewered on your cock right now, aren’t I?”
I bark a laugh, leaning down to bite his lower lip. Colton groans against me. “Not that.”
His eyes flutter closed for a moment before opening, bright and blazing blue. “I love you, too, Noah fucking King.”
I smile against his lips. “That’s better. Are you gonna come for me, too?”
“Fuck. Apparently so.”
“Mm. C’mon, then.”
Easing back, I shift Colton into the position I know drives him absolutely wild, and then I let loose. He takes over stroking his cock as I grab his hips and slam our bodies together, but his tempo falters quickly. His inhalations become shorter, murmuredfuck, fuck, fucksleaving his mouth. When he bites his bottom lip hard enough to blanch the skin, his ass clamping down on my dick, I squeeze Colton’s hand over his cock and enjoy the fireworks.
Colton paints his chest on a low groan, his muscles spasming around me as he loses his second battle of the night. It’s all too easy to follow him over the edge.
I come inside his body, the privilege one I won’t ever tire of. For long minutes, we stay exactly that way. Tied together. Catching our breaths. His fingers sifting through my hair as mine stroke where I know my name resides on his ass.
When Colton finally shifts, I ease back.
“Walter’s gonna know what we were up to,” he says on a sigh.
I huff a laugh, watching my cock leave his body, Colton’s expression when I catch his gaze telling me he knows exactly how much I’m enjoying the visual. “Not if we sneak past,” I point out.
“Christ.Fine. But you’re cooking the steaks.”
“Deal,” I tell him, dropping down on the blanket, not in any hurry to move.
“The butt plug?” he asks.
I snort. “Bought it online. You like it?”
“Mm.”
“Got a leash, too,” I say. “And you can’t be mad because it’s not a bridle.”
His head rolls my way slowly. “You didnot.”
No, I didn’t.
I break into a grin, and Colton shoves my shoulder.
“You fuck,” he mutters. “Don’t know why I possibly love you.”
“I have some idea,” I say, my gaze catching on the finished metal crown sitting on a shelf at the edge of the barn. Standing, I walk over to it, my fingers tracing along the top edges, across forget-me-nots and thorns and dainty leaves reminding me of so many summers past.
