“God, no,” I cry out. “Don’t stop!”
When he licks the tight ring again, it feels so good I swear Icould nearly come from that alone. I’m moaning and mewing on the floor of this rental like a damn cat in heat.
“Such a needy boy,” he says with a smile I can feel. “I want to see my needy boy come now.”
He just has to combine the stroking of my cock with his lips on my sack and one finger prodding at my entrance, and I’m a mess. I come so hard, I see stars.
I shoot my own load all over my chest, and I don’t even care. By the time I’m done, I can’t even feel it. I’m deadweight on the rug, covered in cum.
Declan cleans me up before hovering over me and kissing me on the mouth.
“I must have done something right,” I murmur as I stare up at him. “To deserve that reward.”
“Funny,” he replies as he leans down and rests his head on my chest. “I was thinking the same thing.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Colin
I rented a convertible for our week in Italy, although Declan insisted we should have no transportation and spend the week in our private rental house in the Tuscan countryside. And as nice as that sounds, I do love getting out with him.
For one whole week, I like to feel as if this is our life. We are a couple who travel together and take romantic drives through the hills of Italy.
We are spending the day in a quaint town where I don’t feel strange holding his hand or standing close to him. We could do this in LA or London, but at this point, I’m starting to get recognized more and more. The boundaries of my private life are growing smaller by the second—a sharp double-edged sword to this career path.
We’re perusing the shops when he finally brings up the one topic I was dreading.
“So how was New York?” he asks.
I force myself to swallow and try to stay casual.
“It was great. The shoot took longer than we expected. I’ve never worked such long hours in my life,” I reply with a chuckle.
Last autumn, I took a role that was the biggest in my career. And it meant six months in New York. Which unfortunatelycoincided with the time when Declan and I were supposed to move in together in London.
He told me he wasn’t upset. He encouraged me to take the role and said he would never forgive me if I passed on it.
But there has been a small part of me since that wonders if he was glad I took that part because it meant he got an easy out from having to live with me again.
He called it likeold timeswhen we were roommates. Is that really what I wanted to go back to? At least with these summer rendezvous, we don’t get two different rooms. We sleep in the same bed, and it feels like we are more than friends, even if it is just for eight days.
“I’m so proud of you,” he says, resting a hand on my lower back.
“Thanks,” I mumble as I lean into him. “I’m sorry London didn’t work out this year, but maybe we can plan for something…”
My voice trails with uncertainty.
“Maybe,” he says flatly.
This conversation is starting to depress me, so I turn our attention toward the jewelry in the shop instead. There’s a thick silver chain that catches my eye, and I drape it over my fingers. He stands behind me as he eyes the jewelry.
“Does my good boy want me to buy him something pretty?” he whispers in my ear. My mouth tugs into a crooked smirk.
“Yes, sir,” I whisper. “I would.”
Is it too soon to tell him that I wish this was a real collar? Probably. I don’t think he’s ready for that. Hell, I don’t know if I’m ready for that. These roles of dominance and submission are new to us, and collars are serious. They represent commitment and loyalty.
Not that I need one with him. He knows I’ll be his forever. Or at least I think he does.
