Page 36 of Irreconcilable Attractions (Westwend Boys #1)

Derek

Tonight had been perfect, honestly. Going on an official date with Colton had felt natural and more right than any other date I’d ever been on before.

Truthfully, coming to Darby’s Wish to star gaze was not only romantic—and yes, I admit that the combination of the fireflies and shooting stars did get to me—but, I was glad it would help rewrite the previous feelings associated with this place.

The last time Colton and I walked along the dirt path back to his truck, the tension had been uncomfortable and stifling.

Things had shifted between us for the worse that day, leaving me feeling confused and lonely.

But the charged energy between us now was thick with desire.

I knew I wasn’t the only one hot under the collar and raring-to-go, given how Colton kept glancing at me while biting his lower lip.

Shit, I wanted to kiss him again so bad.

I’d been worried I would be dead on my feet after a long day of work and staying up till nearly two in the morning watching the meteor shower.

But, then Colton had sat up with a muttered “Fuck it,” and had kissed me like he’d been starving for it.

Like we’d gone months without seeing each other and he was desperate to relearn the feeling of my mouth on his.

I was helpless to fight the waves of lust that radiated off Colton as he gripped at my hip and side to pull me on top of him. We made out furiously, rutting against each other like animals in heat, till Colton pulled away.

“We’re not going to fuck for the first time outside.” He growled, making my cock twitch in my shorts. I fucking loved how commanding he was when he was turned on.

“But, we are going to fuck?” I questioned, pressing kisses against his jaw.

“God damn, Derek.” He breathed, squeezing my ass painfully tight, forcing me to rock our hips together.

“Yeah, we’re definitely going to fuck.” Colton’s voice was gruff and rumbly. “You can fuck me, I can fuck you. I don’t really care, but it’s not going to be here.”

It took me a moment to process that—whether it was because I was lust-drunk or because I hadn’t been prepared for those words to come out of Colton’s mouth, I wasn’t sure.

“You’d want me to fuck you?” I asked, shifting on my hands so I could look into his eyes.

“Of course.” He said, moving one of his hands from my ass to cup my neck. “I’m verse and I like it either way.” He paused, a devious smile spreading on his lips. “But, just because you’d have your dick in me doesn’t mean you’d be calling the shots.”

My skin flushed hot. I knew I was blushing, but I hoped the darkness made it less visible.

I had no problem with Colton taking charge during sex.

It wasn’t like he’d ever prevented me from exploring my desires, and, truthfully, him telling me what to do did something to me.

I didn’t have to worry about interpreting sounds or if I was focusing enough on his pleasure like I had with past girlfriends.

Colton guided me with his words and actions, which made me realize how lacking sex had been before him.

And knowing he’d do that for me while I had my dick in him?

My stomach swooped and a zing of pleasure shot straight to my balls.

“I’d like that.” I managed, licking my dry lips. “But, I think… I think I want you to fuck me tonight.”

Colton pressed a few more kisses to my lips, nipping softly, before he tapped my hip to move. “Then we need to get home.”

I rolled off him and took the hand he offered once he stood. We cleaned the space up quickly and were trekking back through the forest in no time.

Now, back in the truck, Colton had a hand possessively clamped on my thigh. His thumb grazed back and forth just under the hem of my shorts, sending little ripples up my spine. My whole body was on fire and pulsed with electricity at the same time.

We kept shooting glances at each other out of the corner of our eyes. Even in the darkness of the deserted country roads, both our erections were glaringly obvious. My cock felt like it was testing the limits of my zipper, and the outline of Colton’s dick in his had my mouth watering.

Fuck, I wanted my mouth around him.

“Let me suck you.” I blurted, a little caught off guard that the words had tumbled right out of me.

“No.” Colton’s eyes were trained on the road at the moment, the hand on my thigh still rubbing lazily back and forth. The one word had been firm, and the finality behind it had me squirming in my seat.

“Do you not like road head?”

His eyes flashed over to me, the lust in them making another wave of anticipation roll through me.

“I have plans for us tonight, and they don’t include me pulling over to fuck your face because you couldn’t be good and wait.”

Fuuuck .

The mental image of Colton thrusting his cock into my throat, fingers tangled into my hair, and a look of absolute abandon contorting his features was enough to nearly make me come in my pants.

I pressed the heel of my palm into my dick, hoping the pain would bring me down enough to not be teetering right on the edge of royally fucking this night up.

“Yes sir,” I smirked, a teasing inflection in my tone.

“Brat.” His fingers pressed into the skin of my thigh roughly, making a small gasp whoosh from my lungs.

I hoped he left bruises. Before the night was over, I wanted to be covered in his marks.

The remainder of the drive to the house felt like an eternity.

When we finally arrived, I practically threw myself from Colton’s truck and determinedly made my way to the door.

I was sliding my key into the slot when I felt Colton press up behind me, his breath puffing over my neck as he laughed against my skin.

“Someone’s excited.”

I nodded, pushing through to the cool threshold, and turned back to him. “I’m not even going to pretend otherwise, either.”

Colton let out another amused huff as he shut the door behind him. When he turned back around, he held his hand out to me.

“First, let’s go take a shower.” He tilted his head in the direction of his room.

“Together?” I clarified.

He nodded. “If you’re okay with that. We don’t have to.”

I slid my fingers through his, taking the offered invitation. “No, I’d like to.” I swallowed heavily. There was something so intimate about sharing a shower, but oddly I craved these kinds ofmoments with Colton just as much as the carnal ones.

We made our way into his bathroom. It was pretty minimalist in style, aside from the dark green accent wall and black fixtures which stood out against the white tiles and stone counter top.

The shower itself had a large square shower head, with a black-and-white tile design, and looked big enough that we both could comfortably fit.

Colton got the water going before turning back to me. In some silent acknowledgement, we both began to undress, our eyes locked on each other as one by one every article of clothing was removed.

When we were both naked, Colton checked the temperature before motioning me inside and shutting the glass door behind us.

He positioned me into the warm spray and the moment it hit my skin, I realized how sticky with sweat I’d been.

Colton pulled me out of the water slightly before pumping a few squirts of his body wash into his hand, lathering it up, and began to run the suds over my chest and arms. His eyes followed the lines he made over my skin.

Between realizing I’d smell like him and the way he carefully washed me, I felt like I was going to melt to the floor.

I was caught between desperately turned on and overwhelmed with tender affection.

I stood there, somewhat unsure of how to reconcile those waring sensations as Colton squatted to work over my lower body.

He purposely avoided my still aching erection, fingers grazing over every other inch of skin while he cleaned me. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to calm my ragged breathing and racing heart. God, I was a fucking mess.

Colton stood again a few moments later, rotating me and slowly going over my back. When he reached my ass, my breathing hitched and I let out a muffled grunt. My skin was on fire as he pressed against me, one hand roughly gripping at the globe of my ass.

“Soon, baby.” He whispered against my ear. “Let me get you clean.”

One arm snaked around my waist, fisting at my cock while the other trailed fingers into my crack.

The resounding moan that tore from me was guttural, echoing off the tiles around us. My head fell back, resting against Colton’s shoulder at the intoxicating feel of his hand around my dick.

My hips rocked, needing some relief from what felt like an eternity of waiting. Colton immediately removed his hand, teeth grazing over my neck.

“Ah, ah. I’m cleaning you.” His voice was gravely and had that commanding edge to it. I let out a pathetic whimper as my belly clenched.

“Colton…” My own voice was barely audible over the running water.

His fingers slid further down my crack, the nerve endings lighting up when he reached my hole. I couldn’t control the groan that came from the contact as Colton rubbed and pressed against the puckered flesh.

His hand wrapped back around my dick, moving in long, slow movements up and down the shaft as he continued to deliberately tease me.

Just when I thought I would combust, Colton maneuvered me back under the warm spray, thoroughly washing away the suds. I let out a sigh of relief, oddly proud I’d made it through his ministrations without coming all over the shower floor.

I was attempting to trade places with him and scheming up my own ways to repay the favor when I was pressed roughly against the cool shower tiles. Warmth bloomed in my chest as Colton’s weight pressed against my back.

“You’re going to keep your hands on the tile the entire time. Don’t touch your dick.” There was no room for argument or questioning in the statement. I nodded, resting my forehead against the wall, hands flat, as Colton’s fingers trailed down my sides.