“We’ll see.” I hum and line my dick up with his hole, push in harder until my head pops in, and then give us both time to breathe because... “Fuck, Colby.” I pant and fall forward, managing to catch myself, but he’s so close now, I fall the rest of the way and take his lips again as my cock gets engulfed in his tight heat.
He claws at my back, pants against my lips.
“Eian,” he moans, and it seems that’s all he can say. I understand, because after a minute, when he wraps his legs around my hips and thrusts up as I pump in and out of him, his name is all that exists in my mind too.
I’m close. So, so close. But he needs to—shit,Ineedhim to come. To come on my dick and writhe under me this time.
So I stop, kneel up, and chuckle at the death stare he aims at me.
“Don’t you dare stop,” he warns sharply. My hips twitch at that tone, and so his voice softens. “God that’s good.”
“Yeah?” I ask, keeping my thrusts short.
“Really fucking good,” he moans.
“For me too,” I confess. “Feels so fucking perfect, Colby.You’re perfect. Stroke yourself for me, baby. Let me see you. Show me how much you like it.”
He does.
This moment will be etched like a picture in my brain forever.
His hand keeps pace with my thrusts, and the need to come, to fill him up, to watch him shatter again, has me going as fast as I can, until I think I won’t be able to keep up.
“Colby,” I warn between pants, and that does it.
His back bows up again, his neck extends, and his mouth opens in a silent scream as he spills cum all over his knuckles.
He tightens impossibly more around me. It’s borderline painful, but it’s more than enough to finally push me over the edge too. It feels like my whole body convulses from the shock of the orgasm, and when I can think again, I realize I fell right on him.
He’s smiling at me brilliantly, and he’s so damn happy—I can’t hold back anymore.
“You’re mine,” I declare. It’s not a question, and I don’t think I’ll ever let it be.
Thankfully, his smile doesn’t dim, though that argumentative gleam comes alive in his dark eyes.
“Whatever,” he scoffs. “You’re mine too.”
I don’t think I’ve ever known happiness like this, like I want to beat my chest and roar at the skies in victory.
“Shut up,” is his grumbling answer to my smile.
13
COLBY
If you’d asked me five minutes ago, which of Eian’s expressions was my favorite, I would’ve told you it was the frown full of dark satisfaction as he watched me come undone under him. If you’d asked me three minutes ago, then the answer would’ve been when his face went all slack with pure pleasure as he came inside me.
But honestly, watching his smug smirk seconds after I countered that he’s as much mine as I am his, I think this one is my favorite.
I like it so much that my spent dick even twitches, making a valiant effort for something that will not be happening for at least two to three hours. I’m no spry chicken, but Eian’s in his fifties, I think, or maybe he’s about to turn fifty?
Isn’t that something I should know? Nah, not important enough.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks.
“How old you are,” I tell him honestly.
His reaction does not disappoint, pure insult on his ruggedly handsome face.
