He leaned forward and kissed me chastely, not deepening the kiss but not pulling away for a moment. It was tantalizing. I felt love for and from him coursing through my body.
When he sat back, he looked into my eyes as his hands moved to rest on my chest. "Colton, I want us to try something I'm not sure you're going to be comfortable trying," he stated as he looked into my eyes.
I tensed a bit, but he began rubbing my right arm from shoulder to hand, picking it up and pressing his thumbs into my palm as he waited for me to recover from my silent freak out.
"Okay, what?" I finally responded as he kissed my palm before he released my hand and placed it back on the bed.
"I want you to make love to me. I want to be on my stomach, and I want you to take me from behind."
I started to sit up because there was no fucking way I could do that. Flashes went through my head, and I started to panic. How could he ask me to do that? He fucking knew…
"No, stop. It's not the same, Colton! Think it through, baby. It's not like that with us, and you know it. I trust you, love."
“Dre, I can't," I told him firmly. He gently touched his hands to my shoulders why he was straddling me. Our cocks were grazing each other, but mine was losing steam, unfortunately.
"Colton, I believe you can do this. We'll start on our sides, my back to your chest. You can enter me that way and when you're comfortable, we'll shift. Sweetheart, it's not…it will feel really good, and I want this from you. I won't push it, and if it becomes too much, then we'll stop, okay?"
I was holding him in my arms and looking into his pleading eyes. I tried to tell him no but I just couldn’t. "If it's too much, I'm going to pull away. Don't think it's you," I instructed, finally giving in.
"I won't, I swear." I could see the sincerity in his gorgeous greens, and I appreciated it.
I reached into the drawer and grabbed a condom and the lube and I squeezed some onto my fingers, snaking my hand between us with my arm grazing both of our cocks. He moaned and thrust against me as I got him ready, and when he was begging me, I grabbed the condom, opening the fucker with my teeth.
Andre lay down on his left side with his back pressed against my chest. He took my hand and showed me how to lift his leg and prepare him and when he was ready, I gently pushed into him. "Oh, fuck, that's it."
I pushed into him slowly, hearing him agreeing with it the whole time. "Yesss…yessss…yessss."
Once I was all the way inside him, Andre turned his head and looked into my eyes. "You fill me up so well, Colt." I ducked my head and kissed him with all the passion inside me as I pulled out and pushed in again.
We stayed that way for a while, me moving gently into him. Unable to get inside him completely in that position left me frustrated, and when I pushed him on his stomach and moved between his legs, I lifted his hips and sunk into him fully. We both moaned heavily at the contact, and I began stroking in and out of him slowly, enjoying the feeling.
"Fuck, Colton, that's…right there, baby. Harder," he ordered as he lifted himself up on his hands and pushed back on me.
I let everything go and pulled him up so his back was flush with my chest, knowing my cock was hitting him in the right spot. I reached around and moved his hand from his cock, replacing it with mine. It was already slippery, and I didn't hesitate to take advantage of it, flicking my wrist so my palm grazed over the head.
"You like this, baby?" I whispered into his neck as I sucked the skin into my mouth harshly.
"God, yes," he responded as he moved his head to give me better access. I sunk back on my heels and pulled him with me, thrusting into him harder and faster as I stroked him in time with my stroke into his body, listening to his elevated breaths and his soft curses. I reached down and pushed against his perineum as my cock stroked his prostate, and he whimpered before he cried out, "Fuck, yes. I'm coming. Oh, God, yes."
I felt his tight ass clench around me as he released onto the towel, and I stroked harder into him. I felt the tightening of my balls and I closed my eyes and let go. It felt better than anything I’d ever imagined.
While I continued to pulse inside him, I leaned my head on his shoulder and caught my breath. I was actually unable to form words, much less, sentences. "Miraculous." That was the first word that popped into my head, and I couldn't have held it back if I'd tried. What he'd done that night…the ground we'd covered…the bricks he'd busted down? Yeah, it’s miraculous.
I grabbed the condom and slipped from him as he fell forward on the bed. I removed it and wrapped it in tissue before I sunk down on the towel to catch my breath. It was a bit overwhelming, but my mind had been blown just the same. How I was going to be away from him for a month wasn't anything I wanted to think about at the time. I just wanted to feel him. That was all I needed.
The next day, we struck out early. Andre was in a fantastic mood, and I was as well. He was so excited he was giddy about the weekend away, and his excitement was rubbing off on me. "Tell me where we're going," I begged again. He'd stopped at a little bakery on our way out of the city, and he bought croissants and cinnamon mocha lattes, which I didn't know I even liked.
He'd been teasing me about the moaning and groaning I'd done as I ate, and then he bitched about the crumbs. I told him I'd detail the car when I had it in Unionville, and that seemed to appease him, the big baby.
"A cottage, but first we have to take the ferry over. Once we get to the island, will you close your eyes? I'd blindfold you, but…" Yeah, he didn't have to remind me that wouldn't exactly fly.
"Fine. This cottage has heat, right?" It was fucking cold and snowing, and I wasn't looking forward to having to stay up all night keeping a fire burning to keep us from a severe case of frostbite of the dick because the plan was we'd be naked as much as possible over the weekend.
"Yes, it has gas heat and electricity. There’s also a tree there for us to decorate if we're so inclined. It won't be our stuff but next year, we'll have a tree at the apartment we can decorate. So, we have a bit of time to kill. Should we play a car game?" he asked as he pulled onto the ferry and turned off his SUV.
I looked out of the windshield and noticed it was snowing pretty heavily. Suddenly, car games took on a new meaning in my mind. I reached behind the seat and grabbed the winter coat I'd taken off once we got into the car. I put it over his lap as I eased off the emergency break between us. He looked at me with a cocked eyebrow, and I smiled.
"In about thirty seconds, the windshield is going to be covered in snow. Don't turn on the wipers. Reach under my coat and open your jeans, pull them down, and lay your seat back."
His eyes lit up, and I laughed. "It's not exactly road head because we're on the ferry and the car's not exactly moving, but in the interest of safety, I think it's a good way to pass the time. I mean, anyone could walk by the car and see me bent over the console," I taunted, knowing he'd enjoy it. I couldn't say my boyfriend was an exhibitionist in the truest sense of the word, but he did like our little groping sessions around campus in public where there was the potential to be caught.
"Colton, you're going to…"
"Yes, Dre, I'm going to suck your cock right here where anyone could see it. I owe you something special for what you did for me last night." Without more prompting, he did as I ordered with a look of anticipation on his handsome face.
By the time the windshield was covered in snow, I’d massaged his cock enough he was sprung so I slipped under the coat over the console to take that impressive erection into my mouth.
The lower half of my body was hanging out from under my coat, and it was no joke anyone who walked on either side of the car could have seen me, but I was pretty sure most people were staying in their cars because it was so fucking cold outside, especially in the middle of Puget Sound.
I moved my right hand up his thigh and between his legs, surprised when I was met with rubber. I moved my hand to explore a bit more and figured out it was a butt plug, but not the one I'd given him. I knew
he had some of his own, but I was surprised he had one in.
I pulled his cock out of my mouth and heard him gasp as I wiggled the plug inside him. "What's this?" I asked as I slipped out from under the coat to look into his unhappy face. I chuckled.
"I was a Boy Scout?" he offered with a weak smile.
"I don't think the Boy Scouts of America actually sanctions butt plugs, babe. They’ve only recently accepted gays into their ranks."
"No, no. I mean, always prepared. See, after I showered, I decided to put it in because I was sure that as soon as we got where we were going we'd want to fuck so I was taking the initiative and getting myself ready so we didn't have to wait. Also, it felt pretty fucking great as we were driving. Now, get back down there and suck my cock," he ordered.
I shook my head and went back to work on him, giving him my best stuff as I swirled my tongue to suck him relentlessly. I wiggled the plug a little, hearing him moan and groan in satisfaction, and I was happy to be driving him crazy. His hand snaked under the coat and I felt it on my back and then in my hair, pushing me a little further down. I complied, sinking him in as far as I could.
"Fuck, yeah, Colton, goddamn. This is the most…shit, shit! There's a security guard walking between…Ahhh."
The fact a security guard was walking around was a bit exciting, so I sunk all the way down and swallowed around him, bring the high pitched "Ahhh" from him. If my mouth wasn't full, I'd have smiled.
I tugged on his balls and eased up on him, popping him out of my mouth. "If there's someone coming around, then you'd better fuck my mouth or you won't get to come until we get to the cottage." Without waiting, I sunk back down on him and when I felt his hips thrust, I wiggled the plug mercilessly as I hollowed my cheeks and let him fuck my mouth.
"Colton…oh fuck, yeah…baby…God, yes…he's coming down this row." I pressed on his perineum with my thumb as I continued to move the plug while he fucked my mouth, and within a few more strokes of his hips, he was shooting off down my throat while I swallowed around him, him pounding his left hand on the steering wheel as he moaned and groaned was gratifying.
When he stopped pulsing, I quickly sat up in my seat and smoothed my hair back, looking as innocent as anything when the guard walked by our car and glanced in the window. When he moved passed us, Andre checked the side view mirror while he pulled up his jeans and buttoned them before he lifted his seat into the proper position.
He turned on the accessories in the car and flipped the windshield wipers to clear the snow obstructing our view. I was watching him, taking in the pink flush of his cheeks and his attempts to calm his breathing. He finally looked at me and smiled. "That was a hell of a surprise, Colton. I hope you've got more like that up your sleeve. One of these days, I'll return the favor and we'll see just how well you can drive when I've got your cock in my mouth." The visual of it…oh, that would get me through more than one lonely night in Unionville over the holidays.
"I gladly await your torture, Mr. Dupree. Now, it appears everyone is starting their cars. Maybe we need a little heat in here, though I'm pretty hot and hard right now. As soon as we get into the cottage, drop the bags by the door, walk over to the nearest flat surface, and drop those jeans. After last night, I suddenly have the desire to fuck you while you're bent over something. Look," I taunted as I reached into the pocket of my jeans and pulled out a condom and a single pack of lube, "great minds think alike."
"Fuck, I love it when you're like this. Maybe you wanna spank me for the other day when I beat you at the pool? You seem to think I cheated somehow," he taunted, referring to Tuesday morning when he and I raced just as we were finishing up our swim. I still think he cheated, but I'd never be able to prove it. Maybe a good spanking was in order?
"Oh, gladly."
It was shaping up to be quite a nice weekend.
Chapter Thirty-Two
The Ability to See the Future
"This place is great," I announced as we walked down the short hallway to drop our bags in the bedroom.
"I found it on the internet. I thought it looked pretty cool, and we can open the shutters to watch the water, or snow if we want. There's actually a heater and a grill out back so we can cook those steaks tomorrow night. I pre-ordered dinner for us tonight, and it'll be delivered around seven," he explained as I opened the door and walked out onto the wrap around deck, looking out at the waves in front of me. He walked up behind me and coughed, his way of letting me know he was there. I took his hands and wrapped them around my waist, holding them there as I shifted back into his warm body.
"Thanks for putting me on the right path, Mr. Wixsom. I'll never try to cheat in the pool again," he teased as he kissed my shoulder over the bite mark through my shirt. For once, I didn't even jump. I was proud of myself.
When we'd arrived at the cottage, he dropped the groceries on the small counter, took off his pants, and bent over the back of a brown leather couch. I saw the butt plug…it was pink, but I didn't judge…and I spanked him five times while it was still inside him. After I finished, I removed it and proceeded to fuck him hard. Since there wasn't another house nearby, I told him to let me hear him, and he truly did.
"See that you don't, gorgeous. We better put the groceries away. Also, we should get the gifts out of the car. Hungry?" I asked. We'd bought pre-made sandwiches for lunch, and well, I was fucking starving.
We walked back inside and as I closed the deck door, my stomach rumbled. He laughed. "I'd say it doesn't matter if I am or not. You must be starving." You bet I am. I worked up quite the appetite.
"Behave yourself," I teased as I walked back down the hallway and out the front door to the car, noticing it was snowing a bit harder. A part of me really wished we'd get snowed in there to spend the holidays together, but part of me missed my mom. I wasn't sure which part I wanted to win the war.
I walked back inside with the two bags of gifts we had for each other, and the gift I had for Jean-Luc and Les. It was a photo of Mt. Rainier I'd bought at the student art show. I'd had it framed and hoped it reminded them of their time in Unionville. Les had mentioned that she and Jean-Luc had rented a cabin near there one weekend and loved it, so I hoped it would mean something to them.
I placed the bags under the small tree in the corner, seeing boxes of ornaments off to the side. I was actually looking forward to decorating the little tree, even though it wasn't ours. Momma had already decorated ours at home, and Andre's family would be decorating theirs on Christmas Eve. I wouldn't be there, but being able to do something so normal with the man I loved was quite appealing.
I walked back to where he was working away in the kitchen, seeing him pulling out the small box lunches we'd purchased and plating them. He turned to look at me with a bright smile. "What would you like to drink? We've got beer, soda, water, and lemonade. I'm having a soda."
"Soda's fine, thanks." I sat down at the counter and pulled the bag of chips we'd agreed upon to open them. As I watched him load two glasses with ice and place them on the counter in front of us, I had a glimpse of something I really wanted for the rest of my fucking life. I was going to be nineteen after the holidays, and I knew I was young and naïve though I was trying to become worldlier. It was far too soon to have thoughts of the future…long-term…but there I sat having them just the same.
Me, coming home from a long shift at the station…a police station…and depositing my service revolver in a lock box we'd keep in the front hall closet. Him, standing in the kitchen in his suit from a long day at the office, perusing what we had in the fridge for a quick dinner. Me, walking up behind him and wrapping my arms around him as he was bent over with that gorgeous ass presented to me I couldn't resist, so I rubbed up against it, giving him an indication of where my mind was going for after dinner. Him, cracking his head on the top of the fridge because he didn't hear me come in and I'd surprised him. Me, kissing the bump and volunteering to make dinner for him instead. It was so real in my head I could reach out and touch it.
Snap! Snap! "Colton, Sweetheart, are sugar plums dancing through your head?" Andre teased.
I turned to look at him, seeing the bright smile as he opened my soda and poured it over the ice for me. "I'm curious. Where do you see us going?" Why I'd asked the question wasn't a mystery, but my fucking timing certainly was. We'd only been together since Thanksgiving, officially, and we'd dealt with a lot of shit, finding ourselves still waist deep in it as we sat there.
He took a bite of his turkey club and looked at me, his face full of curiosity. No shit, dumbass. The question was completely out of left field. Take a fucking deep breath and try not to scare the man.
"You know, forget I asked. I was just, um, being sentimental. You know, because of the holidays and all," I offered as the lamest excuse known to man.
He took a sip of his soda and wiped his mouth with his napkin. "No, I'll answer. Short-term, I see us watching a movie, taking a nap on the couch, and then enjoying a very nice weekend where we both get some fodder for the spank bank so we can get through the next month being apart…which is really going to fucking suck."
I smiled. "I agree one-hundred percent, but we can Skype, Facetime, text, and call each other, right?" I asked, not missing the whiney tone in my voice. So not cool.
"Definitely. I'm going to expect to ring in the New Year with you, love. I'd say both of us in our individual beds, naked and having Facetime sex. If we can't be together, that would start the year off as best as we could, right?"
"It's a date. I'm praying next year is a lot better than this year. When does your internship start?" I asked. I knew it was for some finance company, and he'd tried to explain it to me but me not being a numbers guy, well, I didn't get it at all.
"Actually, it starts the week before school starts up again. That's not going to fuck things up for you, coming back a week early, is it? I can do without my car for a week if you need to be in Unionville with your mom," he offered. I smiled because I'd successfully changed the subject.
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