The opposite.
With the soft weight of the collar finally around my neck again, I finally feltrightagain. Whole and complete and perfect. His in every single sense of that word. And even though my heart was overflowing just like my eyes were, making me want to jump right up and kiss him... or else nuzzle into his crotch and worship the snake... or maybe tug him down until he sat on the bed so I could crawl onto his lap and beg him to spank me into oblivion for having teased him like that earlier, or… orsomething, anything to feel closer to him and let out all the big feelings he’d just given me, what I actually did was just lean in and lay my cheek against his hand.
Let my eyes drift closed and the happy tears I couldn’t seem to stop keep right on coming.
Rest against his strong thighs with the reassuring weight of my new collar snug around my neck and trust that if my boyfriend wanted anything else to happen besides me melting against him and turning into a puddle of overwhelmed-but-totally-joyful goo at his feet, it was going to have to be up to him to decide.
Which, of course, he did.
15
Gage
Noah in tearsfucking killed me… usually. This time, though? Gotta admit, it was a rush to have him so overwhelmed and to know that it was my job—nah, fuck that. That it was myrightto take care of him. And not just because he had that collar on, but because he was myboyfriendnow.
I grinned, then scrubbed a hand over my mouth to hide it quick. Swear to God, I knew Noah so damn well it was almost like I could feel his feelings inside ofmesometimes, and having me looking like some kind of giddy schoolgirl about all this wasn’t what he needed right now. When my boy got this way, when shit got too much for him—even good shit like us making this thing between us more formal and official and all that—what he needed was for me to go into Master-mode so his busy brain could relax. He needed me to take control so he didn’t drown in all those bubbling-over emotions of his.
And taking control? That wasalwaysgonna work for me.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” I told him, carding my fingers through his hair as he melted against my quads, arms wrapped around me, face buried against my hip, whole body just collapsed against my legs like he knew it was exactly where he belonged. And sure, my cock loved the fact that he was on his knees with that pretty mouth of his so close to where I usually liked to keep it, but now wasn’t the time to have Noah suck me off. He’d have done it in a heartbeat—he was in that total-servitude mindset that was always so fucking hot, where I knew he’d get off on and begratefulfor anything I told him to do for me—but between the new collar I’d just given him and the boyfriend label we’d agreed on, he’d just said yes to being mine in some pretty epic ways, so now it was my turn to show him what that really meant.
And I couldn’t think of a better way to do that than by finally fucking him.
I pulled Noah up to his feet, intending to move us over to my bed so I could do it right. Got a little distracted along the way by the adoring look on his face, though, and ended up standing there just kissing him for an eon or two instead.
Jesus fuck, how had I ever not been a fan of this shit? Kissing Noah wasn’t just addictive; it was like an essential bodily function I hadn’t known I was in need of. It was a goddamn mystery of the ages how I’d ever survived nineteen years without doing it up until now, but now that I finally knew what I’d been missing out on, I was a hundred percent down with making up for lost time.
Eventually, though, my cock reminded me that I had a bigger agenda here. It was time to finally make Noah mine in the whole primitive, claim-your-man way that the sight of my collar around his neck—not just some drunken joke of a dog collar, butmycollar,property of Gage—made my inner caveman pound its chest and want to beat off all poachers with a stick about.
I slid my hands down and cupped Noah’s ass, lifting him up so he wrapped himself around me—clinging like he was trying to become my second skin or something—and moved us over to the bed.
Did I have visions of fucking him in dirtier ways? Of bending him over the desk I did my homework at and taking that ass of his hard and deep? Or shoving him up against the wall and pounding into him until I wrecked him? Or making him straddle me as I sat on that chair I’d first spanked him on and letting him bounce on my cock until my abs were drenched in his cum? Fuck yeah, I did, but that kind of fun would be for later. This first time was gonna be… well, I mean, not “gentle,” because there was no way I wasn’t gonna end up fucking him straight through the mattress once I finally got my cock inside him, but it was still going to be, uh, what…
Special?
Memorable?
Epic, for sure, but not the same way tackling a new climbing wall was, you know?
Fuck, I didn’t have the right words. I was all down for owning the fact that I might be feeling some sappy shit now that I knew me and Noah were actually boyfriends, but not gonna lie, getting all romantical wasn’t and probably never would be my strong suit. All I knew was that I was about to devirginize Noah’s sweet little ass and finally introduce my cock to its forever home. Fuck bare for the first time in my life, since I’d taken us to the clinic and made sure we were good on that a while ago. Get me and Noe as close as two people could fuckingget, and I needed it to be good for him. I needed Noah to feel more than just my cock when I fucked him for the first time. I wanted him to feel, you know…feelingsand shit, too.
“Fuck, baby,” I muttered as he burrowed against me, burying his face against my neck and panting against my throat as that hot little cock of his, already rock hard for me, started to leak through both layers of our clothes. “Been waiting for this.”
“For… for what, G?” Noah asked, sounding all breathless and needy and everything my kinky-ass self had ever dreamed of… except so much fucking better, because up until poker night, I hadn’t even known Icoulddream of Noah this way.
Instead of answering, I tossed him on the bed.
“Gage,” he squealed, his dimples popping out as he blinked up at me and laughed. Then he bit his lip, his eyes zeroing in on the erection snaking down my leg. “Are we… Areyougoing to… um, I mean, what are we doing right now, Master?”
I grinned at his hopeful tone, my cock doing its damnedest to bust out of my pants and give him the answer to that question up close and personal. I gave it a stroke for Noah’s viewing pleasure, but didn’t take it out yet. “Is that up to you, dimples?” I asked instead.
His eyes shot back up to mine, cheeks going a luscious shade of pink, and… fuck. Having him smile up at me like his face had just turned into the sun, still damp from those tears earlier, yeah, but now also all bright and shiny and motherfuckingradiant, just like it always got when he remembered that I was in charge? Forget how hot it was going to be to finally fuck him, that look alone was and always would be enough to do it for me.
I was definitely still fucking him, though.
“No, Master,” he finally answered breathlessly, brushing his fingers over his new collar and beaming up at me. “It’s… It’s definitely not up to me.” Then, peeking up at me through his ridiculously long lashes, he added, “But, um, I hope that whatever you decide we’re doing, it will involve my butt?”
I laughed—because fuck if his ever-present eagerness for ass play wasn’t hot as fuck while also being totally adorable—but then I schooled my face into the stern do-what-I-say-slave expression that always made his dick start to gush… and sure enough, I was instantly rewarded with a sudden warm spot between us, which I had zero doubts meant he now had precum slicking down that hot little shaft of his, all for me.
