Page 48 of Irreconcilable Attractions (Westwend Boys #1)
Derek
Yet again, Colton Shaffer was knocking me off my feet in the best way possible.
Nothing about our relationship had mirrored any of the ones I’d been in before and while this was not the first time someone had professed their love to me, they paled in comparison to the pure elation that coursed through me now.
Colton Shaffer was fucking in love with me.
“I love you, too.” The words tumbled from me when I realized I’d never said them back.
Rounding the table quickly, I cupped his face to press several kisses against his lips.
The corners of his mouth turned up as he kissed me back, every one full of so much tenderness and affection.
When he pulled away, those green eyes that had captured me from the first moment I saw them now shone with such longing and devotion it took my breath away.
“Really?” He asked tentatively, pulling me onto his lap.
“Yeah, I love you.” I said, going in to capture his lips again. I’d intended for it to be a quick peck, but the moment we came into contact with each other, Colton’s hands ran up my back, pulling me against his chest as he tilted his head to deepen it.
His tongue licked along the seam of my lips, a soft groan escaping me as I opened for him instantly, the sound quickly devoured by the building need between us.
While I knew it had only been a few days, somehow it felt like a millennia since my hands were last on Colton’s skin.
A throaty moan escaped from him as I sucked eagerly on his tongue, my own desperation ratcheting higher with the sound.
“Bedroom,” I panted when he began trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my jaw and behind my ear.
My balls tingled at the rough chuckle he let out, the tone alone telling me his switch had flipped. But that hungry look in his eyes as he urged me off his lap confirmed it.
We were both barely standing before strong arms hauled me back in for another blistering kiss, my mind going blank at the domineering way Colton maneuvered us toward our room.
Our clothes were casualties, littered along the way like a trail of breadcrumbs to the scene of a debaucherous crime.
By the time my body fell backward onto the mattress, Colton’s warm skin was completely on display, my fingers itching to run over every smooth plain of muscle.
My eyes greedily took in the way his chest rose and fell in short pants, the clean lines of his strong arms, the taut skin over his stomach, and the tantalizing V of his hips.
Fuck, he was so sexy. I watched in rapt fascination as he gave a few deliberately hard tugs on his already leaking erection. But when my eyes found his again, there was a look of vulnerability there that had me pausing.
“What is it?” I asked, sitting up slightly to rest on my forearms.
Colton’s tongue slipped out, wetting his lower lip, his breathing still coming out in quick puffs, before he closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, determination shone clear within them.
“I had this whole plan for tonight. I was going to wine and dine you, show you how much I love you before being a little more tactful in telling you,” he winced a bit but continued on.
“And since it’s been going to hell in a hand basket, I want you to know we don’t have to do the rest of what I planned,” he paused to lick his lips again, leaving them wet and shiny, my lust-drunk mind loving the sight. “But, I was thinking you could fuck me tonight.”
Heat pulsed from my chest, coursing its way through my veins till every part of me felt enveloped. I couldn’t deny that the thought of being inside of Colton turned me on fiercely.
“Is that what you want?”
Green eyes locked onto mine as he nodded. “I told you I’m verse, and it’s something I’d like to share with you. But, if you’re not into the idea, we don’t have to.”
I sucked in a deep breath, shaking my head. “I want to. I really want to.”
For a moment, the dark gaze Colton swept over me felt predatory, my pulse beating rapidly as he stalked over to the bed and crawled over me.
But something inside me flipped when he rolled us so I was on top.
Looking down on the man I loved, some animalistic instinct took over as my own heated stare traced over his features.
I wanted to claim, be claimed, have marks covering us both so the world knew we belonged to each other.
Our erections slotted together, the feeling causing me to automatically buck against him and a satisfied moan slipping from me at the sight.
Dragging my fingers up Colton’s sides, my mouth slamming down onto his with such desperation that our teeth clacked together. The throaty sound of appreciation he let out as I flicked my thumbs over his piercings was heady and I drank it down.
Dropping feather-light kisses along his jaw and neck, I made my way down to his nipples before slotting my mouth over one.
Cool metal quickly heated as my tongue laved over the raised bud, circling it and flicking in equal measure.
I could feel Colton’s fingers running up into my hair, his back arching into me as he gasped in pleasure. “Fuck, Derek.”
When his hips rutted up into mine, I raised my mouth enough to bite down on the tender flesh surrounding his nipple, pressing his lower body back into the bed with one hand.
A groan came from below me. The force of my bite wasn’t hard enough to break skin, but I ran my tongue over the red imprint of my teeth, glancing up with a devious smile.
Knowing that I’d left my own claim on Colton’s skin had that same animalistic desire roaring in pleasure, but it was also gratifying as hell to finally give him a taste of his own medicine.
Something flared behind those green eyes and before I realized it, the world tilted as our bodies rolled.
The change in position had me sucking a sharp breath, my brain struggling to catch up to my new reality as I looked up at Colton who now straddled my hips.
His hair fell around his face in a golden curtain, a wild expression on that gorgeous face as he panted.
“Don’t forget, Derek,” he said in that deep timbre, “Just because you’re fucking me doesn’t mean you’re in control here.”
My moan tore from my chest and I rocked my hips upward to grind my cock against his bare ass. His grin was downright feral as he pressed back into it, the slide through his crease eased with my pre-cum.
“Now, here’s how this will go,” he said, breathless as he leaned forward, the movement causing my cock to slip right over his rim.
“I’m going to get your dick nice and sloppy while you prep me to take it.
You’re going to finger my tight, hot hole until it’s good and stretched, and then—” he paused to slide his hands into mine, lacing our fingers and pressing them down into the mattress as I panted.
“Then I’m going to ride your fat cock till we both see stars, got it? ”
I nodded rapidly, feeling my balls tighten at the filthy instructions in Colton’s gruff tone. A haze settled over my brain, my body vibrating with so much pent-up desire I couldn’t formulate any words.
Colton’s features smoothed into one of smug satisfaction before he broke eye contact and leaned toward the nightstand for the lube and condoms. Once those were secured, he lifted my hand, squeezing out some of the cool liquid into my palm before quickly rotating himself around.
Before I could do much else, warm heat enveloped my cock sending tendrils of pleasure straight up my spine.
It felt like Colton swallowed me down instantly, the tip of my cock nudging against the back of his throat as he gagged around my length.
Obscene slurping sounds followed and my head fell back, mouth open as I rode the wave of sensations that followed.
I let myself drown in them for just a moment.
This wasn’t the first time Colton had blown me, but he hadn’t been kidding when he said he intended to make my dick sloppy.
That thought reminded me of his instructions and I shifted to get myself into position to prep him.
The dusky hole before me was so temptingly sexy, my breathing quickening at the sight.
Using my free hand, I spread one cheek open further, letting my thumb trace over the puckered skin.
A groan slipped from me as I watched the tip of my finger dip inside him.
He was so fucking hot inside and I took a moment to nudge my thumb in and out, completely spellbound by the way his body accepted the intrusion.
Colton released my cock with a wet pop, canting his hips up toward me in invitation. “Get me ready, Derek,” he ordered huskily.
I made quick work of slicking up his hole, my breathing punching out of me in quick bursts before I pressed the first finger inside. We moaned in unison as I slowly maneuvered the digit deeper before he began rocking back, working himself to the knuckle in no time.
“Another,” he growled, rising up to his hands.
The second finger slid effortlessly beside the first and I marveled at how well he was taking them.
My cock was aching without Colton’s ministrations to it, my thoughts consumed with how it would feel to finally be inside my man.
Based on how he began to fuck back on my digits earnestly, I’d say I wasn’t the only one desperate for it, though.
Scissoring them apart, I watched in rapt wonder at the obscene way his rim stretched, loving the harsh, guttural groan that fell from Colton’s lips in response.
I wanted more of those sounds. To drive him wild till he couldn’t take it any more. Holding his hip, I pressed into him with deep, deliberate thrusts, searching for his prostate.
“Oh, fuuuck,” he hissed, his hole clenching hard around my fingers when I passed over the spongey spot. My lips parted and my own hole clenched, knowing all too well how mind-numbing that bundle of nerves could be.