Page 115 of Shut Up and Score
“That’s it,” I murmur against his jaw, teeth scraping lightly. “Open up for me. You know I’ll take care of you.”
He nods frantically, biting his lip, his cock leaking against his stomach. My chest tightens—he’s trembling already, and I’ve barely started.
“You feel me?” I twist my fingers gently, scissoring him open, feeling him flutter around me. “You’re taking me so good. Gonna take my cock like a champ, huh?”
A moan tears from his throat, raw and helpless. “Y-yeah. God, Micah, I want it?—”
“Shhh,” I soothe, leaning down to suck a mark onto his collarbone, leaving him shivering. “I know what you want. I got you.”
By the time the third finger slides in, he’s a mess—panting, writhing, whispering my name. My cock’s so hard it aches, leaking against his thigh as I watch him open for me.
“You ready for me, Golden Boy?” I murmur, slicking a condom on with shaking hands.
“Y-yeah,” he gasps, nodding so fast his hair flops into his eyes. “Please?—”
Lubing my shaft up, I line up and push the blunt head of my cock against his hole, and the heat nearly knocks the wind out of me. I groan low, gripping his hips.
“Fuck—you feel like heaven,” I mutter, inching in, watching his pretty mouth fall open. “So tight, so perfect. Gonna ruin you for anyone else.”
His back arches as I sink deeper, slow but relentless, until I’m all the way in and my chest is pressed to his. His cock trapped between us. I can feel his heartbeat hammering against me.
“Micah,” he whines, clinging to me. “Oh my God?—”
I kiss him hard, swallowing his noises as I start to move, slow at first, then deeper, harder. The stretch, the slide, the way he squeezes me with every thrust—it’s all I’ve ever wanted.
“Look at you,” I groan, breaking the kiss to watch his flushed face, the way his eyes flutter half-shut. “Taking my cock like you were made for it. You love this, huh? Being my good boy?”
He nods, whimpering, and I feel him clamp down, his body’s answering for him. My hips stutter.
“Fuck—do that again and I’m not gonna last,” I grit out, kissing him filthy, desperate, unable to stop touching him. My hands roam—thighs, chest, neck—claiming every inch making it mine.
Every thrust makes him moan louder, and my brain short-circuits on the idea that anyone could hear him, that anyone could know he’s mine now, completely.
“Say it,” I pant, pounding into him now, chasing that edge. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m—fuck—I’m yours!” he cries, nails digging into my back. “Micah, I’m yours!”
And God help me, I believe him.
He’s trembling under me, sweat slicking his chest, his mouth falling open with every thrust. I can’t stop kissing him—his jaw, his lips, the corner of his mouth. I can’t get enough.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” I groan, hips slamming harder, the wet sound of me moving inside him filling the room. “You’re mine, you hear me? Say it again.”
“I’m yours,” he gasps, his voice raw. “I’m yours, Micah, I—fuck!”
I grip his thigh and push it higher, opening him even more, and the new angle rips a loud moan from him. His cock jerks against his stomach, smearing pre-cum across his abs.
“God, look at you,” I rasp, staring down at the mess I’m making of him. “My perfect little golden boy, spread out for me, letting me fuck you like this. Nobody’s ever had you like this, huh?”
“N-no—oh my God—” He arches, his hands fisting in the sheets. “Only you?—”
The words rip through me spreading the same as gasoline on fire. My chest aches with it.
I slide a hand down his stomach, gripping his cock, stroking in time with my thrusts. He jerks under me, muscles straining, and I feel him start to clamp down around me.
“That’s it,” I groan, teeth sinking into his shoulder, marking him where only we’ll know. “Come for me, Colt. Make a mess for me. I wanna feel you fall apart on my cock.”
He wails, high and broken, and his whole body goes tight as he comes—hot and sticky over my hand and his stomach, his hole fluttering around me in perfect aftershocks.
