“Fuck, you’re delicious, aren’t you?” Colton growled against his left ass cheek. “Why have I spent so much time feasting on your mouth, when you’ve got the real prize hidden down here? You’ve been keeping it from me, haven’t you?” Then he dipped the tip of his tongue even further inside Henry.
“I’m sorry,” Henry panted. “I didn’t mean to.” He was so far gone at this point that he no longer had control of the words spilling from his lips.
“Oh, you will be, sweetheart. You’ll be real sorry once I’m done with you. Once I’m done plowing that sweet ass of yours.” As if he wanted to stress the seriousness of his words, Colton’s right palm connected with Henry’s left ass cheek, making his head spin.
“Colton! I need you now.” The stretch along with the zinging sting from the slap was almost unbearable, and he needed release. He realized that tears were trailing down his cheeks. “I need your cock. Please. I can’t…”
Suddenly, the fingers slipped from his clenching hole, and he heard the sound of a wrapper being torn. Eyes still closed, Henry was hyper aware of every sound, every sensation. Then, as he was almost getting antsy with want, Colton moved against his side, lifting Henry’s right leg on top of his own muscular thigh. He felt the smooth, blunt head of Colton’s cock against his hole, circling it slowly, before he pushed inside. Slow at first, just the tip, giving him time to adjust. Then, in one forceful movement, Colton was buried all the way inside him. His inner walls clenched around Colton’s hardness, trying to suck him in even further.
“That’s it, sweetheart. You’re doing so good. Taking all of me,” Colton murmured against his ear. “You take all of me. It’s all for you. Just as this is all mine.” As if to demonstrate his right to claim him and own him, Colton wrapped his hand around Henry’s throat, squeezing it.
Feeling the restriction on his airways, Henry moaned, his cock growing painfully hard.
“It’s yours,” Henry gritted out, sucking in some air. “It’s all yours. It was only ever yours.”
As if waiting for his permission, Colton pulled almost all the way out and then slammed back inside him mercilessly, jamming his hard cock head against Henry’s prostate, making him scream.
“Colton!” He bit into the pillow below his head while Colton continued to fuck him at an insistent pace, continuously slamming against the sensitive spot deep inside him.
As if his voice was coming through a wall of cotton, he heard himself screaming again and again. Words likewant, more, faster, fuck meandhardspilled out of him and lingered in the space between them where they were met by Colton’stake it, good boy, greedyto finally settle onmine. Mine.That’s when Henry came without even touching himself. This one simple word coaxed his climax from him, and he realized that it was suddenly his favorite word in the English vocabulary.Mine. Followed closely byyours.
Colton came shortly after, pulling him flush against his broad chest as he continued to fuck into Henry, chasing the aftermath of his orgasm. Then his heated skin was met with soft kisses everywhere Colton could reach. A satisfied chuckle escaped from Henry’s mouth.
“Good morning,” he grinned. Colton’s heavy breaths coasted across his shoulders.
“Morning.” Colton flipped him around and smiled at him, a slight frown between his brows.
“What is it?” Henry asked, rubbing his thumb against the worried line. Colton looked at him, searching his eyes for something, a silent question in his own. Biting his lower lip, he asked,
“Was it too much? I mean with the hand and… I guess…”
“No. It wasn’t too much.” Henry replied as he kissed Colton’s lips softly. “It’ll never be too much. Not with you, Colton. Never with you. It was just enough.” Colton pulled him closer against him, sighing deeply into his hair.
“Did you mean it?” Henry heard himself ask without even thinking about it.
“What?” Colton mumbled into his shoulder.
“That I’m yours?” Henry replied swallowing around the lump in his throat, tears burning behind his closed eyelids. He knew that Colton had spoken the wordminein the heat of the moment, but he still wanted it to be true.
Colton pulled his face away from his shoulder and looked at Henry, nothing but softness and unguarded truth in his eyes.
“Yes.” He replied. “I mean, I want you to be. I hope that you want that too… I don’t exactly know what that means because I’ve never had that before. Someone who belonged to me. With me. And it sounds silly to ask you if you want to be my boyfriend, I know that, but…”
“It doesn’t sound silly at all!” Henry blurted, throwing his arms around Colton’s neck. “In fact, I kind of like that word. Boyfriends.”
“Yeah?” Colton’s eyes lit up at his reaction.
“Yeah,” Henry smiled into Colton’s shoulder, just as the first light of dawn hit the cream-colored wall behind him, giving it an orange glow. Releasing himself from Colton’s embrace, he kissed his stubbled chin.
“Me too,” Colton grinned, his entire face lighting up with relief and something else, he couldn’t quite decipher. “It’s settled then,” Colton continued, trailing a finger along Henry’s freckled shoulder blade. “I’m keeping you.”
An overwhelming sensation of giddiness and silliness began to build inside him. Holding on to both sides of Colton’s neck he smiled teasingly.
“I think you like me, Colton Dietrich! Yeah, you do, don’t you? You’ve got the hots for me, soldier!” And that was all Henry managed to say before 190 pounds of ex-soldier slammed him to his back and started manhandling him again.
CHAPTER FORTY
Colton
