Page 25 of Ruin (Hell’s Mayhem MC: Maine Chapter #2)

Chapter Twenty-Four

Kolton

Twenty years old…

“Kolton, Christ…” Lucian moans, his hand in my hair shaking as he guides my head up and down his dick. He’s taken control because if I do it, I’ll make him come. He doesn’t want to come yet. He’s been having me edge him for an hour now.

I hover over his dick, my mouth open, jaw aching. He’s hard as steel, the head an angry shade of red and dripping delicious precum that I lick up every time I see it spilling down his shaft.

“I don’t know how much longer I can hold off,” he says through gritted teeth.

“I wanted your cum an hour ago.”

He makes a low sound in his throat, then guides me back down, but just an inch or two so I can drag my tongue along the underside. There’s a vein there. It’s thick, and I love tracing my tongue along it. He likes it too.

“It’s going to be a lot,” he warns me. “It’s been over a week.”

I love that he waits for me. That he won’t touch himself because his cum is mine.

Of course, that doesn’t happen all the time because I know he still sleeps with his wife, but when that happens we don’t talk about it. And thankfully, it doesn’t happen often.

So, not only do I get a thrill out of knowing he’s been saving his come for me, but it’s extra exciting because he hasn’t fucked his wife—he’s all mine.

“Okay,” he says, voice shaking. “Sweet boy, I think I’m ready, but you have to swallow it all, okay? Don’t waste it. I’ve been saving it for you.”

“I won’t,” I say, shifting to get more comfortable.

He applies pressure to the back of my head, and I take him into my mouth, all the way to the back. The head of his cock reaches the back of my throat, but I don’t gag. I hardly gag at all, anymore. He presses down, and I swallow around him.

He whimpers, his breath coming out in short, sharp pants as his dick erupts. Pulse after pulse, his cum shoots down my throat. I swallow it all down, just like I promised, my body buzzing with excitement.

My own dick is aching, and I can’t wait to have my turn.

When his dick starts to soften, he pulls me up into his lap, holding me tight. When he catches his breath, his hands come up to my cheeks, and he looks me right in the eyes .

“I need to tell you something.”

My stomach drops. This is the end. I knew it was coming. I knew we wouldn’t last forever, as badly as I want us to. He told me he wants to leave his wife, but let’s be honest… if he hasn’t yet, he isn’t going to.

“I love you, Kolton.”

My jaw drops. “You d-do?”

“So fucking much,” he breathes out, leaning in to kiss me. He moans against my lips, and I grasp at his shirt, needing him closer.

“I fucking love you, Lucian,” I say against his lips. “I’ve wanted to tell you for weeks.”

“You should have,” he says, bringing his mouth to my neck and sucking on my skin. He grinds up against me ,and I feel his dick getting hard all over again. Mine never got soft.

“I want you to do something for me,” he says.

“Anything,” I answer, turning my head so he can reach my neck better.

“I want you to fuck me.”

I pull back, looking at him like he’s crazy. “You want me—”

“I want to know what it’s like,” he says. “I don’t know if I’ll like it, but I want to try it at least once. And I want to try it with you.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I say, dropping into the spot beside him. I’m pretty sure his car smells like sex on the regular at this point.

“Why not? ”

“I don’t know. What if I do it wrong?”

He chuckles. “You won’t do it wrong, sweet boy.”

“I could.”

“You won’t,” he says firmly.

“When do you want me to do this?” I ask, running a hand through my hair.

I wasn’t expecting this sort of pressure tonight.

He leans over, kissing my lips and working at the button on my jeans. I almost shove him off, because I’m terrified he’s going to say now .

“Soon. When I can get us a room again.”

“Can I think about it?”

“Please do,” he says, kissing my jaw before leaning down and taking my dick into his mouth.

I groan, his hot mouth sucking me like a fucking professional. I thrust my hips up, imagining that his mouth is his ass. I bet it would feel different. Tighter, definitely. Maybe warmer too? Or maybe not. Maybe it’ll be the opposite and it won’t be so warm.

“Lucian, fuck,” I say, resting my head back and digging my nails into the seat. “I’m close already.”

He keeps sucking me, not letting up, letting me know that he wants my cum.

He loves my cum. He’s told me some things he’s thought about doing with it.

Like putting it on his food or smearing it in his underwear so he can wear them out and think of me.

The thought was weird at first, but then I thought about it more and it got me hard.

I love the idea of him liking my cum so much, and I hope one day we’ll be able to try those things.

I picture him pouring my cum over his pancakes and eating them.

I may explode just watching that. I don’t hate his cum, but I certainly don’t obsess over it the way he obsesses over mine. I’m just obsessed with him.

“Give it to me, sweet boy. Give me what I need,” he says, his hot breath against my cock as he slowly jerks me off. He runs his cheek along my dick, then breathes me in. “I want it.”

He takes me into his mouth again, swirling his tongue around me, and I lose it. I erupt, the orgasm making my toes go numb.

Lucian kisses the tip of my dick when he releases it from his mouth, then puts it back in my pants and zips me up.

I know most relationships don’t have this sort of intimacy, and that’s what confuses me the most about this.

I try not to focus on when this is going to end and instead focus on what we’re doing.

I have him now, and that’s what should matter.

I learned a long time ago that hoping for something more is useless.

All it does is allow disappointment into your life.

I hoped my father would stop being a piece of shit.

Never happened. I hoped to never be part of this MC.

Never happened. I hoped for years that my mother would come back from the dead and make everything all better like she used to when I was little. Didn’t fucking happen.

Hope is nothing but heartache on hold.

How can Lucian be this way with me, then go home to his wife? Is he this way with her? Because I’m an idiot, I ask.

“Do you do these things for your wife?”

Lucian gives me a strange look as he drops into the seat beside me. “Do what?”

“I don’t know.” I shrug. “Like, take care of her like this.”

“You mean do I pleasure her with my mouth?”

Well, when he says it like that…

“Forget it.”

“I don’t,” he adds quickly. “Haven’t in a long time.”

We just had a conversation about him leaving his wife a month ago, at the hotel for his birthday. But it feels unfinished. Maybe it just feels that way because I didn’t get the answer I wanted. I should accept that I never will. That this, what we’re doing now, is all I’ll ever be.

A secret in the back of his car.

“Come here,” he says, holding his arm out. I lean into his side, resting my head on his shoulder. He kisses my temple. “You’re perfect, Kolton. Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise.

I only want you to tell me. You’re all that matters.