“Neck and work your way down.”
He nods before diving right in, licking and lapping at my neck like a dog. When he’s finished there, I lift my right arm. James doesn’t hesitate before burying his face in my pit, using his tongue on me like he only has one job in the world and that’s to brush his tongue along every inch of my body. He goes from one pit to the other, even sucking on the hairs there. He sucks and licks my pecs, nursing on my nipples before going to wide, long strips with his tongue…down…down… He kneels and does my stomach, my groin, sucking my half-hard dick into his mouth. He’s being good and doesn’t try to blow me, moving down to lap at my balls, pressing, lifting them, tongue-bathing me.
“You don’t understand what you do to me, dreamer.” I run my fingers through his hair.
He doesn’t answer, just keeps trying to do a good job, moving to my thighs next, laving one, then the other, then my knees. I lift my left leg, putting my foot on the bench seat, making it easier on him to do my shins. He licks my toes, sucking each of them, brushing his tongue over the arch of my foot, then moving to the other leg.
When I turn around, he stands up and does the same to my shoulders, back, then kneels for my ass. I showered this morning, so I say, “Continue.”
James licks and sucks all over each ass cheek before spreading them. Bottoming isn’t my thing. I’ve done it and will do it. It’s not my preference, but I do love a tongue at my hole, or even up my ass. He doesn’t press in, but he does lick my crease, up and down, each time paying extra attention to my rim.
He doesn’t stop until he’s at my feet again, and I turn around, James looking up at me, eager for praise, for attention, instruction—he would take and love any of it, preen and thrive from it. I cup his face, tilt his head up, press my thumb between his lips. “You’re so beautiful.” It’s not what I expected to say, but it’s the truth.
I pull my thumb out of his mouth, and he drops his forehead against my abs, seeming unable to look at me. “Thank you, Sir.”
Does he not believe it? Not know how to act hearing it?
I pull him to his feet and take his mouth, kissing him until my jaw hurts and the water begins to cool. I turn it off and grab two towels. “I’ll make you lunch.” I have a cooler in the truck with everything I need.
“And I have to be naked the whole time?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely. I need to get my fill so I can imagine exactly what you look like when you’re teaching in class.”
“I shouldn’t find that as hot as I do.”
“You like it, and that’s okay.” As long as we’re smart, as long as we don’t get caught, everything will be okay.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
James
Everything with Coltonis so different from the Doms I’ve played with in the past. Probably because those were random one-off scenes with people I didn’t really know, people who didn’t know me.
Colton knows more about me than anyone, really. I’ve never been one to share. I tuck everything away, folded nice and pretty in a box buried inside me, and move on because dwelling doesn’t change anything. Yet he knows about Sandra—not everything, but some—and about Sadie and Nash. About all my desires, even the ones I’m ashamed of or don’t even know I have.
He puts on a pair of pants and a T-shirt from his backpack, and then we go downstairs. While he goes to his truck, I stand in my living room, naked and feeling like an idiot, not knowing what I should do.
He comes back a few minutes later, carrying a small cooler. “You brought food?”
“How else would I make sure I have what I need to feed you? Come into the kitchen and sit.”
I scurry after him, wanting to obey everything he says. I pull out a chair at the table while Colton puts the cooler on the counter and begins pulling items out.
“Why don’t you live here?”
“Hm?”
“In this house. Why don’t you live here?”
I shrug. “I did a lot of investing in my life, saved a lot of money, tried to get ahead. I need to feel…secure in that way. I bought this house as an investment, not a place to live.”
He nods, but I can tell he’s not satisfied.
“Why? What’s wrong with where I live?”
He chuckles. “Nothing, baby. I haven’t even seen where you live, remember? I just…I don’t know, having this big, beautiful house here and leaving it empty, not even renting it out, made me curious. And then with having the kids now, it just surprised me.”
“Baby?” I ask because that’s all I can seem to focus on.
