He whimpers so beautifully, making my dick throb. “I want them to know,” he says, voice even breathier than before.
“I want everyone to know,” I admit. I would shout it from the rooftops if I could. “Do it. Open my pants, take out my cock, and suck it. I want you to swallow every drop when I come. If you leave anything behind, you’ll be in trouble.”
“Yes, Sir.” James quickly opens my pants, and I lift my hips so he can pull them and my underwear down. I’m already hard. How can I not be after the things I just said to him?
James doesn’t linger, doesn’t go slow or pretend he’s not dying for it. He practically dives on my cock, sucking it into his mouth like he’s a man starving for my cum. He’s spent years lost in the desert, and the only sustenance that will hydrate him is what I make in my balls.
“Do you think they see it? The students in your class or Henry when he stops to talk to you? Do you think they see how dick hungry you are? Do you think they know how slutty you are for cock? I bet you would get on your knees in front of your whole class and swallow my dick if I told you to.”
“I would,” he pulls off to say. “I would do anything youwant. Let you take me in front of anyone. I want to be your slut.”
I thread my fingers into his hair, push his head down, then fuck into his mouth. James gags but takes it like a champ. I use him the way we both crave, telling him how dirty he is, how slutty, that he’s just a hole for my dick. He’s so much more than that. We both know it, but we live in this space where he can be both. He can be my boy, my sub, my…partner, but he can be my hole too.
My dick is slick with his spit. I feel it running down to my balls. I tug his hair, pulling his head back. His eyes are watering, but I keep using him, keep fucking into his willing mouth. He knows what to do if he wants me to stop, knows how to tap my thigh if his mouth is full of my dick.
“You’re so beautiful when you cry for me. You’re always beautiful, but especially like this. I love the way you let go, the way you open up for me. That you’re so free when you’re here with me, James. It is a fucking gift, and your Sir will always treasure it.”
He whines, then smiles around my cock. I wipe his tears with my fingers, lick the salt off them.
“Here we go, dreamer. I’ve got a big load just for you. Be a good boy and swallow it all.”
I give in to the pleasure, lose myself in the bliss that is James Valentine, filling his mouth with my cum, watching him take it all, watching him swallow around my dick, not a drop spilling free. I almost close my eyes, but I don’t want to waste a moment of looking at him, of seeing him give himself to me.
And when my balls are empty, when he’s drained them of everything I have for him, he looks up at me, red-faced, glassy-eyed, and says, “Thank you, Sir, for your cum.”
“God, you’re so fucking perfect.” I pull him toward meand take his mouth. We share the taste of me on his tongue, and I swear it’s almost enough to get me hard again.
I tug his pants down, easing him into the seat beside me, then spit in my hand and jerk him off.
“You’ve been so fucking good for me all day, you can come at any time.” Then it’s me who bends over, me who takes his thick, hard piece of meat into my mouth. I love the taste of him, the salt of his skin, the musk of his body each time I breathe in.
“Oh fuck…Colton…Sir…so good,” he says, his voice so fucking needy.
James doesn’t last long. When his creamy load spurts onto my tongue, I stop moving, let him come in my mouth without swallowing. When he’s wrung dry, I take his mouth again, sharing his cum with him, taking some for myself and feeding some to him. We kiss lazily, his hands tightening on my sides while he lets me have my way with him, breathing heavily when I pull back just enough to rest my forehead against his. “I want you to be mine,” I tell him.
“I am yours,” he replies.
“Yes, but I want more of you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
James
“Yes, but Iwant more of you.”
Colton lets those words linger in the air before scooting over and sitting properly in the seat again. He works my pants up first, and I lift my ass to help him, before he does the same for himself. It’s nice the way he always takes care of me. Could I pull up my own pants? Yes. Do I like that he did it for me? Also yes. I’m not sure that’s something I could have ever admitted before him. I don’t know if it’s because of how I was raised—the effects of living with Sandra—or how I’m hardwired—a combination of both, probably—but I like feeling loved, protected.
“What do you mean?” I ask, needing clarification. I work better with all the facts, knowing what’s expected and what will happen.
“I want to be your Dom…and your boyfriend.” My thoughts begin to spin, but Colton continues. “This is as surprising for me as it is for you. I didn’t expect to want anyone this way, especially not right now, but here we are. I would like more nights like tonight. Eventually, I’d like you to meet my mom and Dakota. I’d like us to spend time with Han and Tasha, and to watch Nash play basketball, and to go to art shows for Sadie. I understand that’s a lot. I know it won’t be easy, that it’s more difficult because of you being my professor. And I also realize the kids come first. You have a lot on your plate, and the last thing I want is to make it harder on you, but I want us.”
My words are trapped inside me, beating against my walls, begging to break free. I’m not sure which ones would even come out if I let them, if they broke through my defenses, because how can we do this? How can he want this? Is having him that way even possible?
“Breathe, dreamer.” He rubs his hand up and down my back, making me realize I am, in fact, not breathing. My lungs and chest hurt, so I let the breath free, nearly choking on the quick, intense exhale.
I follow his direction, look him in the eyes and get ahold of myself. It takes what feels like an eternity, but Colton doesn’t rush me. The first words that break free aren’t what I thought they would be. “Why me?” I ask.
“Why not you? You’re worth wanting, James.”
