Page 92 of Brim Over Boot
“Don’t you get it?” I ask, my frustration leaking into my tone. I ease my fingers out and grab a condom, hands shaking as I tear open the package and roll it down my cock. I’m so hard it hurts, but it’s the ache in my chest that has my voice coming out strained. “I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re in my fucking head. Invading my life. You’re everywhere I goddamn look. Everything I see.”
I line up my cock as Colton pants, his asshole glistening with lube. Almost subconsciously, my thumb rolls over the ink on his skin, and I grab on tight.
“And I’m not letting you run anymore,” I husk out. “You’re mine, Colton Darling. You. Are.Mine.”
Colton sucks in a breath as I press my cock past his tight ring of muscle. His body clamps down on me for only a second, and then he’s bearing down, the invitation evident, his stuttered moan a match for my grunt. I ease inside of him in increments, his body fitting my cock like a glove, the sight of me disappearing inch by inch between his spread cheeks more satisfying than it has any right to be.
When my hips press tight to his ass, my body rolls in a shiver.
“Noah,” Colton gasps.
“Yeah?” I say, running my hand over the swell of his ass, my other anchoring at his hip, thumb pressing tightly into my claim on his skin.
“Please,pleasefuck me now,” he begs. “I can’t… I need you to…”
“Yeah, baby,” I tell him, brushing his hair behind his ear. “Don’t fucking hide.”
He swallows roughly, nodding once.
With my hands on his hips, I ease out, the clasp of Colton’s body lighting every one of my nerve endings on fire. When I roll forward, it’s as if each of those flickers bursts into flames.
Colton lets out a breath, and another when I do it again. “Oh, fuck,” he says, hand fisting the sheets, his other still around his cock. “Oh, God.”
“King,” I correct, his ass shaking every time my hips slam forward.
“What?”
“It’s ‘Oh, King.’”
Colton laughs, a raspy thing, as he strokes his cock. “You’re an absolute dick.”
“You like my dick.”
“Fuck off.”
“Admit it,” I goad, pulling him back onto me, fucking him harder, his ass feeling like absolute heaven. “You fucking love this.”
“Hate you,” he mutters, even as a smile curves his lips.
“Oh, baby. Then you’re really gonna hate this.”
Colton scrambles when I tug his hips upright, forcing him to let go of his cock and get his knees under him. He looks affronted for all of a second, but then I’m clasping my hand around his dick and slamming deep, and his outrage dissolves into a reedy groan.
“Quiet,” I remind him, my thumb rolling over the head of his cock as I punch repeatedly into his body. There’s one way he’s far different from a woman when it comes to this. Well, two, taking the cock in my hand into consideration. And if I can just find it…
Colton cries out, his cock jerking. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck,” he mutters.
“Still hate it?”
“Ahh,” he moans in response, his face pressed into my pillow to muffle the noise. I keep at the same angle, driving against his prostate, wondering what it is he’s feeling right now and curious to find out for myself someday. Right now, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
“If it’s so bad,” I tease between breaths, “I can stop.”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growls. “I will make you”—a grunt—“rue the fucking day, King.”
“If you don’t want me to stop, then whatdoyou want?” I ask, jerking his cock in earnest now.
He groans, his muscles shaking, a small tremor running through his body. “You’re gonna fuck me until I come. Or I swear to God—”
