“Green,” he says, panting.
“Good boy.” Then, I move closer as I mutter, “Now suck my cock like you did that night in the gymnasium pool, but this time, you better fucking swallow.”
With the haze of sex and desire in his eyes, he grins up at me. Then he settles himself between my legs and takes my cock in his hand. As he closes his lips around my length, I look up to stare at his fiancé. I’m softly stroking Colin’s hair with a smug expression on my face as he sucks my cock, stroking his tongue and lips from the base to the head over and over.
Then he scrapes his teeth along the tip, and I let out a yelp of pleasure, closing a fist around his hair. I can feel him smiling as he continues—sucking, sucking, biting.
The pain-laced pleasure has my body tight and buzzing like alive electric wire. One more touch, and I’ll detonate.
I can feel his humming around my shaft, and I hardly notice that I’m murmuring as I let him bring me to the brink of ecstasy.
“Good fucking boy. You are so good. So perfect.And mine.”
Reaching down, I grip his fingers, a show of true intimacy. I want him to know this isn’t just about sex to me. This is aboutus.
When I finally come, the whole room seems to just melt away. It’s just me and him again. The pleasure washes over me like a warm tide pulling me under.
Opening my eyes, I let my gaze absorb the sight of Colin swallowing, and I imagine my seed in his belly as if it’s feeding him. Becoming a part of him. Making us one.
I reach for him, ready to pull him into my lap, when I hear that fucking whistle. Pierce is looking sated and relaxed across the room; his gaze focused on the man kneeling at my feet.
Colin’s eyes widen as if he forgot Pierce even existed until this moment.
“Don’t,” I say as I reach for him.
“I have to,” he replies.
“No, you bloody don’t,” I reply with a growl. My hands close around his arms, and I pull him to my lap.
There is raw emotion in his eyes. It’s fear and confusion. It’s everything I’m supposed to protect him from.
“End things with him,” I say with determination. “If you felt what I felt, Shakespeare, I’m begging you. Call it off and come to my room.”
“What?” he murmurs.
“Colin, we belong together.”
He stares at me for a while as if he’s trying to discern how serious I am. Then, with an expression of frustration, he wipes his hands over his face.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this to me. I really can’t believe it.”
“Don’t say that,” I reply, reaching for him. “Colin, I love you.”
To my surprise, he lets out a frustrated, pained sound.“Declan, your love hurts.”
Just then, the large clock against the wall chimes, and we look at it at the same time.Midnight.
“It’s officially our wedding day, my love!” Pierce calls from across the room.
I can’t take my eyes off Colin, letting his words and the pain etched in them hit me like lightning.
After a defeated sigh, he looks at me as he says, “I’ll come to your room.”
“I’ll be there,” I reply. “I’ll be waiting.”
Before he can leave, I stand and quickly zip my pants as I pull him into my arms one more time. “Please believe me. I’m sorry for the damage I’ve done. I will make it up to you.”
He closes his eyes. “Declan, all you have to do is tell me that you want me for real, and I’ll come.”
