He hums before turning me around to kiss me. He tastes like both of us mixed together. It’s a decadent thing, to taste myself on someone else’s tongue. To know my pleasure meant something to them, meant enough for them to keep it on their tongue. I like the taste. A chuckle escapes him when I whine pitifully as he tears away from me.
“Did that fulfill your getting-fucked-against-a-piano wish?”
I laugh lightly. “Yes. I can’t feel my legs.”
Colby’s lips quirk up in a pleased sort of smile. “Stay there.”
“As if I could go anywhere without looking like a baby deer.”
He chuckles even as he disappears up the stairs. Moments later, he returns with a pair of my boxer briefs and one of his large shirts. He dresses me in his clothes, then picks me up bridal-style. I laugh and hide my face against his neck. He gently sets me down at the kitchen island and proceeds to feed me dinner.
Sun always makes me sleepy, so I’m not surprised that I’m flagging once my stomach is full of the delicious food. Colby cleans up the kitchen and carries me up the stairs to the bedroom. I don’t fight him at all. I fall asleep with my back pressed to his chest, the sound of the waves filtering in through the bedroom.
5
COLBY
What am I going to do about Eli? This was supposed to be a week of endless fucking and somehow I have ended up fervently needing to care for him. I want to hold him in his sleep. I want to fuck the brat out of him. Yesterday, when he’d found that small cove by the rocks and grinned widely in excitement over his shoulder at me, my heart had gone into overdrive.
I called him baby.
Inevereven called Marcus baby. Marcus hated endearments, found them off-putting at the best of times. I was Colby and he was Marcus. That was the end of that. And I still loved him until his very final breath because at the end of the day, pet names don’t mean anything when you’re in a committed relationship. But something about calling Eli baby had just felt right. It felt good.
Eli snuffles sleepily against my chest as I run my fingers through his tight curls. The waves break against the shore outside as the sun fights to rise above the horizon. I know Eli will wake soon, no doubt goading me into fucking him, sucking him, or letting him suck me. But I’ve missed these sorts of momentsthe past few years. Just holding someone against me as they sleep. Protecting them. Feeling their warmth seep into me.
Last night against the piano was glorious, borderline akin to heaven. Fucking Eli into submission, making him beg, hearing him ask me to give it to him. I helplessly shiver under the weight of Eli just remembering it.
Eli lets out a soft noise as he curls tighter against my side. I lie there as the sun rises and watch him sleep. An hour or so after the sunrise, his dark brown eyes blink open and gaze up at me. His gaze quickly sharpens at the sight of me watching him. He kisses me softly with a sweet smile tilting his plush lips upwards. I run my hand down his spine to cup one ass cheek in my palm as he tucks his head into my neck with a pleased sigh.
“Are you sore?” I ask, getting a mouthful of curls.
Eli stretches against me, seemingly taking stock of his body. “In a good sort of way.”
“Would you like to go dancing tonight?”
Eli lifts his head to look down at me, head cocked. “Dancing?”
I brush curls away from his forehead, grinning when he coyly smirks down at me. “There’s a gay nightclub a few towns away. I would like to take you dancing if you want.”
“I love to dance,” Eli admits with a dreamy sigh. “You wanna show your husband off, huh?”
I grab his hair and tug, making him gasp. “Yeah, I do.”
“Wanna show them who I belong to?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m your husband,” Eli says softly, eyes dipping down to my mouth.
“Husband,” I quickly confirm, head dizzy from the word. I take his mouth in a deep kiss. Keeping my hand in his hair, I angle his head until I can kiss him just how I want. “You’re such a good boy for me,” I murmur against his kiss-slack lips.
“Yeah?” Eli asks dreamily.
I swallow against some emotion I’m too scared to name. “Yeah.”
I kiss him once more before rolling out of bed.
Eli lazes in bed as I make him breakfast. When I return with a tray full of waffles, turkey bacon, eggs, and only pineapple, the grin on his face threatens to bring me to my knees.
