Page 40 of Brim Over Boot
“Well,” I say lowly, squeezing his dick in a way that has him groaning, “you know whatIlike?”
“Don’t…care.”
“Manners, little Colt.”
I nip the tender spot at his neck before letting his hand go to tug his head to the side. Colton stills once more, the line of his neck exposed, the side of his face finally bared to me, all blinking blue eyes and rough stubble.
Guess that long hair is useful after all.
“I like feeling you squirm beneath me,” I tell him, palming the head of his cock before stroking again, a little faster, my knuckles brushing against the fabric of his briefs. “I like how eager you are for my hand on your cock. I like the sound you make when I do this.”
Colton lets out a breathy moan as I rub myself against his ass, his body bowing further over the table. He has to feel how hard I am. Has to know this isn’t one-sided.
“But you know what I like best?” I ask, rubbing my nose along that stubbled jaw.
He screws his eyes shut, his cock so hard in my fist he has to be close.
“I like the sound of thatpleaseon your lips. Say it again.”
“Fuck off,” he moans.
“Do you wanna come?”
He lets out a stuttered cry when I stop stroking him, instead rubbing my thumb along the top of his dick. He licks his lips, eyes still shut.
“Say it, Colt.”
“You’re an ass,” he says with feeling.
“Funny. That didn’t sound like ‘please.’”
“God,” he pants. “I already begged once. What do you want from me? You really need me to humiliate myself further?”
“No,” I say firmly, giving his cock a single, smooth stroke. “I want you to know that all you have to do is ask and it’s yours.”
He pulls in a breath, his eyes flying open, even as they stare straight ahead at the inside of my barn.
“Please,” he finally says. “Make me come. Please, goddamn it.Please.”
My own eyes slip shut, my breath leaving me as I find Colton’s neck. I press my lips there, jerking him off with intention, the same way I would myself. His body stiffens, breaths coming out in little fits and bursts as he edges closer to orgasm. When he inhales on a gasp, I fit my teeth to his skin and twist my wrist.
Colton spills in a flash, coating my fingers, as well as the inside of his briefs. He moans through it, the sound unabashed and surprised in a way I understand. My own cock throbs,wantingin the face of its neglect, and I allow myself a single rut against Colton’s backside before easing off. I slow my hand, stopping only when he has nothing left to give, and then I remove it entirely.
I don’t let go of the man. Not right away. I wipe my palm over my shirt before grabbing his hip to hold him steady, watching what I can of the expressions that flit over his face.
“Okay?” I check.
He draws his head around, dislodging my grip from his hair. Colton doesn’t answer, only clears his throat and gives me a decisive shove backwards. I let go and watch as he zips up his jeans, not meeting my gaze. His cheeks are red, that scowl I’m so used to seeing absent.
I’m not sure I like this better.
“Colt…”
He shoves past me, disappearing through the barn doors without a single word. I let him run. Of course I do.
I mutter a curse as I put my things to rights. The gloves that got knocked to the ground. The table that skidded a good several inches over. The forge is cooling now, the fire long since dead.
With a sigh, I look down at my hand and the remnants of what just happened. There’s no doubt in my mind I got off on pushing Colton goddamn Darling over the edge, even though I didn’tget offat all. Does that make me bi? Does it matter?
