“Alright,” Colby murmurs against my own cheek. His hand sneaks up to brush the messy curls from my face as he pulls away. “There you are.”
I smile at him—a real smile, not a forced one—and turn back to look at the tray. I grab a pastry and bite into it. We eat breakfast together quietly as the sun creeps further up the horizon. Sleeping isn’t necessarily a difficult thing for me, but I can’t say the last time I slept for a full night with no interruptions.
“What’s the plan for the day?” I ask around a mouthful of pastry.
“We can have a beach day and get to know one another more if you’d like. Do you like to read? Watch television? What’s a hobby for you?”
I swallow a gulp of coffee. “I like to read.”
Colby grins at me. “Yeah? Me too. What’s your favorite genre?”
“Classics. I frequently dabble in romance, science fiction, and fantasy though.”
Colby blinks at me, another one of those looks on his face like he’s trying to figure me out. “We can take a run into town to the bookstore unless you brought some books with you?”
Yes, I brought books for what I thought was going to be a fuck fest, I want to say but don’t. Instead, I just smile at him warmly.
“A trip to the bookstore would be great. I’m sure I can knock a few books out if we just mostly relax on the beach.”
“We’ll go before we hit the beach so you have a book for today.”
Once I’m done eating, Colby takes the tray and leaves the bedroom without so much as a word. I roll out of bed, then softly pad to the bathroom. Blinking away the rest of the sleep from my eyes, I stretch and pull off the shirt Colby slipped on me last night. I inspect the shirt for a moment, wondering if it holds any keys to Colby Smith. It reads “Clay Road Farms” with pictures of trees against a dark teal shirt. Maybe it’s a business from wherever he lives?
Carefully, I fold the shirt, laying it on the white granite bathroom counter. I turn the shower on, patiently waiting for it to heat up. The door pushes open just after I finish brushing my teeth. Colby meets my eyes in the mirror with a heated look.
“Can I join you in the shower?”
Oh, hell yeah. “Of course, husband.”
He sighs deeply and closes his eyes. An odd look of pain crosses his face but it disappears just as quickly as it appeared. If I didn’t know better, I’d think I had imagined it. I step into the shower with a blissful moan. The showerhead rains hot water over me, quickly steaming the bathroom up despite the sun rays shining through the windows. Just as I’m starting to shampoo my hair, Colby joins me.
My eyes fall to his cock out of sheer habit. Jesus Christ. He has the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. The prettiest one too. It’s long, girthy, and he’s so hard that it curves towards his stomach. I swallow and meet his heated gaze. I rinse the shampoo out of my hair, then step backward, out of the spray of water. He follows me until he’s pressing me against the cold tiled wall.
A hiss escapes me at the sharp sting of the cold tile against my back but it quickly turns into a moan when his hand slowly glides up my thigh, to my hip, and under my belly button, teasing me, not yet putting his hand where I really want it. I bite my lip, blinking up at him, begging him with my eyes to touch me. To put me out of my misery.
He takes mercy on me and finally wraps his broad hand around my cock.
“This is mine for the week,” he says firmly, without any pretense.
“Yeah,” I confirm with a breathy moan.
Colby crowds into me further until his cock is pressed against my stomach. His hand holds me firmly, hand trapped between our stomachs, and dips down to bite my lower lip. I tremble in need against him.
“What do you want, Eli?”
I blink hazily up at him. “What do you mean?”
“What do you want?” Colby repeats, his thumb now lazily circling the head of my cock. I almost fall to my knees under his spell. “You want me to get on my knees in the shower and suck you off? You want me to turn you around, shove you against the wall, and eat you out until you’re trembling and begging for it? You want me to jerk you off so that you get your cum all over me? What do you want?”
Oh, Jesus Christ. I stare up at him, panting, astounded at my inability to just fucking answer him. It’s easy, Eli. Just open your mouth and tell him what you want. Instead, I stare at him like a fish with my mouth open, chest heaving with desire. He chuckles, the sound rough and low. Colby slides his hand down my cock once, before sliding back up to repeat circling his thumb around the head.
What is this magic he’s working over me? It’s been one day.
“Like this, then,” he whispers before taking my mouth in a harsh kiss. He kisses me so hard that it’s difficult for me to get air. But I like it. His hand on my cock is borderline painful, the grip almost too tight, but every swipe of his thumb over the head has me seeing galaxies behind my closed eyes.
When he grabs my thigh and hitches it up to his waist, I come. Without absolutely any warning. I gasp against his mouth,whimper too, and let him eat at my mouth until I’m trembling from the oversensitivity of his hand on my spent cock. He lets me go with a chuckle. My heart races as I watch him use his cum-covered hand to wrap around his own rigid cock.
My legs go weak at the sight. No one has ever done that with me before. I stare transfixed as he works his cock over using only my cum as lube. His other hand reaches up to my neck, his thumb pressing my chin up so that I have to meet his fathomless gaze. I watch as his lips part on a moan, and he grips my jaw tight, eyes on me.
