Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 90795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
I listen, glad to be in this moment with him and hoping like hell I don’t screw this up.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Colton
We keep our normal routine through the rest of the week, James adjusting his schedule to free up our Friday.
I still can’t believe I’m doing this. I have no idea if it’s the right choice or not, but my desire for him is overriding my logic. Plus, James is an adult. He’s aware of the risks, doesn’t want me to drop his class, and has made the choice to continue doing this with me, so I respect that.
I do make a stop at the doctor on Tuesday and have my quarterly STI checkup, getting the all-clear. I’ve been on PrEP for years, and I refill my prescription for that as well. I don’t know if going without rubbers is something James will be interested in, but I want him to know he’s safe if that’s ever something we consider.
I get to his house at three minutes after nine and see James’s car is already in the driveway. When I notice him sitting in the driver’s seat, waiting for me, I grin. Why I like that so much, I have no fucking idea, but it’s clear that anything that involves James hits differently, so I’m just going with it.
We get out of our vehicles at the same time, me walking around the front of his, bag slung over my shoulder, and meeting him by the walkway to the porch.
“Were you late on purpose?” he asks.
I frown. “I’m not late.”
“It’s three after—well, four after right now.”
God, this man. The thing is, I know he’s serious. To him, three minutes is late, but he also doesn’t consider… “I told you to be here at nine. I didn’t say I would be.” I grab his chin, lean in, and kiss him with a smirk.
“You cheated.”
“Is that any way to talk to your Sir?” I tease, then nod toward the door. “Now get inside so I can fuck you. We can talk later. I’ve been craving my slutty little hole all week.”
“I want you too.”
I follow James to the door. He seems less stressed than the last time we were here, less stressed than he’s been many of the times we’ve seen each other lately. I don’t know what it is about today that’s different, but I’m thankful.
The second we’re inside, he walks toward the stairs, but I stop him. “I didn’t say you could go up there. Take your clothes off.”
He grins. “Yes, Sir.”
I watch as he removes his shoes first, setting them neatly by the door, followed by his socks, one going into each shoe. James folds his pants, setting them on the table, then his underwear and his shirt.
“Being neat is important to you.” It’s something I’ve known from the start, so I’m not sure why I’m mentioning it.
“I had no organization in my life growing up. I need it now.”
I watch him, looking for any sign that he wishes he hadn’t told me that. I hadn’t expected it. James isn’t real forthcoming with a lot of things about himself, but he just looks back at me, waiting.
“Thank you for sharing that with me. Look at you being my good boy. I’m very proud of you. Are you wearing the plug?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I look at his cock. “And you’re already half hard. Someone is as eager as I am. Chest against the door.”
He does exactly as told, pressing his bubble butt out some, and it looks fucking delicious.
“Love this ass.” I step closer, setting my bag on the floor. “So round.” I smack it, the sound echoing through the space.
“Fuck.” He breathes out. “More.”
“I’ll give you a spanking later. Right now, I just want to fuck. This is already taking longer than I planned.”
James has told me before that he likes to feel used, and I really fucking want to use him. I open my pants. I didn’t wear underwear, but there’s a pair packed for later. My dick was hard the second I saw him, anticipating this—anticipating him.
“Scoot back a little and bend forward. Spread your ass cheeks for me.”
“Yes, Sir,” he says breathily, bending beautifully for me.
“Fuck.” I trace the small, black plug stuffed between his cheeks. “One day I’d like to come inside you. Spend a whole day filling you and then plug you all up so none of it can come out.”
“Yes. God. Yes. I’d love that.”
“I know you would, naughty boy.”
He gasps when I twist and pull the plug out, being sure to set it on the table, not wanting to make a mess for him.
“Don’t move, hole,” I tell him, James giving me a deep, gruff whimper in response.
He’s beautifully open for me, wide and gaping. The sight makes my cock weep.
I pull the lube and condom from my bag, suit up, getting myself nice and slick for him before I grab James’s hips and enter him with one, sharp thrust.