Page 2 of Collin, Episodes 4-6 (The Residency Boys #2)

“Sir?” Collin started to rise.

Mr. Reevesworth pressed his finger deeper while on his knees above him. Collin dropped back against the bed with a gasp. His hands fell against the bed in surrender.

“I’m going to protect you, you beautiful boy.

I’m going to give you every weapon you can wield and every shield I can craft.

And I am going to turn you loose on the world as a paladin.

But at the end of each day, know that you can find your place at my feet.

I’ll make the world quiet for you and soft for you.

To them, you will be a warrior and a terror, and to me, you will be my delicate kitten, mewing beneath me. ”

He slid three fingers into Collin’s mouth. Tears burned in Collin’s eyes then. He swallowed around the digits, opening up and letting them into his throat. There was nowhere else he was thinking of, nowhere else he wanted to be but here, taken and gripped from both ends of his being by this man.

“I’m going to have you,” Mr. Reevesworth breathed. He took his hand from Collin’s mouth and found the lube again.

Collin’s thighs fell apart. His eyes were only for Mr. Reevesworth as the man knelt between his legs. He gripped Collin by the knees and pulled him up, pushing a pillow under Collin’s buttocks. More lube poured over his fingers, and then he slid two fingers into Collin’s hole.

It was more than Collin had had there in years. He arched into the invasion, fissures of heat running up his nerves and lighting up his back. His fingers gripped the comforter and twisted the fabric. Mr. Reevesworth pressed his free hand against Collin’s lower belly.

“Breathe, boy.”

Collin dragged in air. The fingers worked together and apart, spreading the rings of muscle that guarded his passage. Someday, soon, he wanted to do this bound so he could fight and thrash without fear of being capable of drawing away from this welcomed assault.

“Sir.”

“You must take one more finger, Collin. You’ve not had much here, have you?”

“No, sir.”

“Have you had anything?”

Collin shook his head. Of course, he’d had nothing. Mr. Reevesworth wasn’t inside him yet. The words replayed in his head, and he stilled. “Um, just once, sir.”

“Once?” Mr. Reevesworth’s fingers stilled.

Collin reached for him. They couldn’t stop, not now, not when he needed so badly.

“I’ve, usually, uh…topped, sir.”

“Oh? Why?”

“My partners preferred it, sir.”

“Hmm.” Mr. Reevesworth’s fingers moved again. “And did you enjoy it?”

“It made them happy, sir.”

“Perhaps we will have to teach you how to seek pleasure, pretty boy. You seem almost averse to it.” Mr. Reevesworth dragged his fingers over the bundle of nerves in Collin’s passage, driving him off the bed. Collin’s cock swelled in the cage and throbbed at its limits.

Collin tossed his head against the bed, fingers tangled in the comforter once again. “As you wish, sir.”

“I think you would give me anything I wanted right now.”

Collin forced his eyes open. “I would try.”

Mr. Reevesworth drew his fingers from Collin’s ass and gripped his buttocks in both hands, his grip pulling Collin’s cheeks apart.

“You are giving me what I want.” He drove his cock into Collin.

Collin’s eyes rolled back in his head. Waves of sensations rose up his back, and his spine arched, both accepting and freezing as cold heat rolled through his nerves.

He was both inside and outside his body.

He was lighting up with all the power his form could hold and as weak and insubstantial as an ethereal dream.

Mr. Reevesworth was right above him, one hand on his waist, another braced on the mattress beside Collin’s face.

He turned his head and pressed his lips to the man’s wrist. Mr. Reevesworth’s hips rotated, slowly pumping in and out the smallest amount.

Collin gave it up, welcoming it, his body gripping and loosening in his most internal places.

He was alive and aware in his deepest self.

Muscles he did not know he had awakened, clenching down and speaking for him in ways his lips could not.

“Don’t just give, Collin.” Mr. Reevesworth leaned down, brushing his cheek against Collin’s. “That energy you’re offering me, feel mine and draw it in. Let me give to you as you give to me. I’m as open to you as you are to me. Don’t deplete yourself.”

Collin reached out with his thoughts. He was everything Mr. Reevesworth had said, an open dish beneath his dom to take. But there was this great swirling, beautifully controlled storm above him. His eyes flew open. Mr. Reevesworth was just there, inches from his face, gazing down at him.

The energy between them rolled. Hot and cold heat.

It billowed down Collin’s spinal column and up into Mr. Reevesworth’s as they moved together.

Mr. Reevesworth’s cock drove deep inside of him, connecting him.

The invisible power between them rolled upward, flowing out from Mr. Reevesworth’s chest into Collin’s mouth and back down again.

Suddenly, Collin was not weak. He was strong.

His hands came up, gripping Mr. Reevesworth’s shoulders.

He rolled, turning Mr. Reevesworth into his back and sank down, taking Mr. Reevesworth’s full length into his body.

He needed to move, he needed to have, and he needed to give.

He rose up on his knees and drove himself back down.

If only he had something to grip, then he could move with the urgency his body was demanding.

Mr. Reevesworth wrapped an arm around his waist and dragged them both up toward the head of the bed. He put his back against the headboard, a pillow behind him, and pressed one of Collin’s hands to the ironwork.

Collin gripped. This . This was perfect.

His hips danced on Mr. Reevesworth’s lap.

Sweat ran down his neck and chest. He leaned down, seeking the man’s lips, tasting him, licking the inside of his mouth to taste the essence of him, and that was perfection.

The tingling burst of suppressed heat at the base of his spine demanded movement.

He tossed his head back, moving with even more need, dragging the man’s cock in and out of his deepest point.

Mr. Reevesworth’s hands were on him, dragging delicious bright points down his back and leaving marks on his ass and thighs.

His cock throbbed and burned by turns in the cage.

His balls ached, slapping down again and again on the man’s groin.

He was a mind lost in sensation, swirling like a dancer between one point and then another.

Sweat made everything glide. There was salt on his lips and blood on his tongue.

Arms wrapped around him, taking back control, lifting and forcing him down in long, thorough thrusts. He surrendered, arms loose and wet around Mr. Reevesworth’s shoulder as the man kissed and licked the arch of his neck where it met his shoulder.

“Collin.” His name was a broken, gasping sound against his skin. Warmth flooded his channel. The man was pumping up into him in stuttering thrusts, his arms so tight Collin could not breathe, could not move off the shaft buried deep within him.

He dropped his head to Mr. Reevesworth’s shoulder, trembling. Sensations pulsed inside him, the uppermost a satisfaction so perfect it was bitter on his tongue. His hole beat in time with his heartbeat around the cock still inside him even as it half-softened.

Mr. Reevesworth’s arms moved just enough to let him breathe. They stayed locked together, both gasping for air, their hearts beating hard, a duet of drums behind their ribs.

Mr. Reevesworth slowly moved them apart just enough to guide them both down into a supine position on the bed.

His cock slipped out of Collin’s hole. Collin complained without words, just a sound of loss in his throat.

Mr. Reevesworth pulled him down to lay halfway on his chest, halfway on the bed.

Then he reached down and pressed three fingers back into Collin’s channel.

“Better, boy?”

Collin nodded against the man’s shoulder. Words were still beyond him. Mr. Reevesworth’s hands glided over their skin. He moved them and ran his hands down Collin’s belly and down to his groin. His fingers lingered there, exploring Collin’s caged cock and trapped balls.

“Oh, pet.”

Collin lifted his head and looked down. Mr. Reevesworth was rubbing cum between his fingers. “It looks as if we milked the cum from you after all.”

That wasn’t possible. He hadn’t orgasmed. He rubbed his face and shook his head, looking again. It was undeniably smeared across his groin. It couldn’t have come from Mr. Reevesworth. His load was still coating Collin’s guts on the inside, an odd sensation that made him want to go to his knees.

Mr. Reevesworth kissed him on the forehead. “Oh, Collin, the things that I will teach you.”

“But I didn’t cum.” Collin whispered.

“We milked it out of you.”

Collin closed his eyes and flopped against Mr. Reevesworth’s chest.

Mr. Reevesworth laughed. “You are not curious, pet?”

Collin shook his head. “Sleepy. Teach me sex magic later.”

“Hmm…is this when your inner brat comes out, post coitus?”

“I’m not a brat.” Collin nipped at Mr. Reevesworth’s shoulder. He tasted good. So Collin told him so. He dragged more of his tongue over Mr. Reevesworth’s skin.

Mr. Reevesworth’s head dropped back on the bed. His mouth opened in a full-bodied laugh. “Oh, Collin.”