Page 97 of Play With Me
I drag my tongue up and down his crack, rimming him the best I know how. Just like I like it. And it seems to be working because he’s panting now, his fist moving up and down his cock faster.
“Fuck, Witkoff. You are such a good kisser. My mouth. My ass,” he groans as I sink into him, his chin hitting his chest, his ass grinding down on my face, wanting more. And I give it to him. My tongue is wet and slippery, pushing into his hole until I can’t go any farther.
He reaches down and fumbles with my pants, pulling my cock out as I eat him. He groans and strokes both of us in tandem as I lick his hole.
When he erupts, his rim contracts around me, and the thought of my cock one day being inside of him has my dick exploding with desire.
When he finally falls off me, his body landing near mine in the dirt, he turns to glance at me with flushed cheeks.
“That was a mistake?—”
“Why?”
“Because you were right. They could see us if they really wanted to. I just don’t give a fuck at this point. Let them see.”
“Shit,” I murmur, tucking my cock away as quickly as I can. Why didn’t he tell me this? Why does he continue to lie to me?
I sit up, but he doesn’t move. His shirt is rucked up around his neck, his flaccid cock lying against his thigh. “Colton, you need to get up.”
“Yeah, I will.”
He doesn’t move, just closes his eyes like he’s going to sleep.
“Stop fucking lying to me, Colton. I mean it. Tell me the truth from now on.”
He peeks an eye open and sighs. “You’re right. Shit. I’m sorry. I just…I’ve been in this alone for so long. I’m doing it to protect you, you know? To keep you out of this mess.”
“Well, I’m in it now. Just let me in so I can help you.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I will. Now let me nap for a minute.”
I don’t grant his request, even though I want him to relax for just a minute. But neither of us can afford to linger here. He doesn’t seem worried, but I am. They could still find other ways to get dirt on him. They could use blackmail against him.
And I don’t want to be that.
I want to be more.
Reaching down, I haul him up, and he grunts as he falls against me. He looks relaxed and loose.I did that to him, I think as I straighten his clothes, wanting to make it seem like we weren’t literally rolling around in the dirt.
“Thanks,” he says softly. “I really needed that.”
“Yeah, now you wanna actually tell me what the fuck happened between you and that dickhead stepdad of yours?”
He sighs, his shoulders slumping. “He’s trying to intimidate me into stepping down from the company, and fuck, Myles, I kinda want to.”
“You’d give it up, your dad’s legacy?”
His eyes flash to mine, and I know I said the wrong thing.
“My dad wouldn’t want this for me. His legacy isme, not the money, not the business. And I’m no good to his memory if I’m dead.”
He turns and stalks back toward the house, and I trot alongside him. “I’m sorry. I said the wrong thing. That was dumb of me.”
“Yeah, it was the wrong fucking thing.”
“Forgive me,” I say, my hand reaching out and gently touching his. He links his fingers with mine, squeezing for a moment before letting go.
“It’s fine. It’s not like I haven’t thought about that a hundred times. I don’t know what to fucking do, but I can’t live like this.”
