Page 57 of Overtime
“I love watching you… come apart for me while you were angry in that shed, taking those photos for me, moaning while I fucked you with your toys on my bed. If you want to keep playing those games, I’ll play as long as you want.”
He drags his knuckles down the length of my spine that’s exposed by my dress and a shiver breaks out over my skin. I don’t speak because I want to hear him out before I say anything.
“But we don’t have a lot of time left, and there are so many ways I could take care of you. Give you the fantasies you need for those long nights on the road. Ones I need for when you’re gone. Things you know I’m the only man you’d trust to do for you. Things you’re the only woman I can imagine doing them for.”
His palm slides its way back up, taking my hair and brushing it to the side, before he presses a featherlight kiss to the base of my neck.
“I’d do anything for you… So you can have the obedient boy you remember, or you can have the man you want to fuck you how you deserve. But you have to choose.”
I close my eyes because I can barely breathe. He brings his lips closer to the shell of my ear when he whispers the last bit.
“Just know either way, for the rest of the time you’re here—you’re mine.”
I smile and dig my teeth into my lower lip in an attempt to stifle it. Because everything in my body’s pooling warm and low, and I’ve won the fucking ultimate prize somehow because the sweetest boy on earth has turned into my darkest fantasy realized. I turn around and his blue eyes are focused on me like I’m the only thing in his world.
“Fuck me. Any and every way you want, Colt.Please.”
He kisses me then, his lips and tongue on mine in deliberate strokes. His hands wrap around me, and he pulls me tight to his body. His cock is hard against my stomach and a flash of the piercing comes to mind. I nearly beg him to let me suck him off. I keep my mouth shut though because I want him in charge of what comes next, taking everything he wants, when and how he wants it.
“I’m gonna give you what you want first, and then I’m going to take what I need.”
His hand wraps around my hair a second later, tightening his grip and his tongue runs over his lip as he looks me over.
“Get on your knees and take me out.”
I hit the wood floor hard and my hands scramble for his belt. I’m so desperate to make him fall apart that I almost feel like an inexperienced teenager, trying to remember the right way to do things. His hand goes to my wrists, and he slows me, his eyes watching me with careful interest.
“Slower.”
I take my time then. Undoing his belt and his pants, palming him through his boxer briefs, and taking him out slowly. I stroke him gently, taking long painfully unhurried passes from base to tip as I stare up at him, and he watches me. His eyes fixate on my hand until I move my tongue into place, licking the tip and sliding over his piercing where he’s already starting to leak for me. The taste of metal and him melting on my tongue.
“Put me in your mouth.”
I take him eagerly, swirling my tongue along the underside, using one hand to slide over the base and the other to cup his balls as I work him over.
“Fucking hell, Dollface. I forgot how good you are at that.”
I take him deeper then, letting the tip slide just past the edge of my throat and holding for a moment before I pull away again. The stuttered groan that he releases has me looking up, and his eyes are closed. I miss the deep blue, but he still looks like a fucking dream like this. His fingers tighten in my hair and his hips thrust forward, using my mouth and tongue like I’m his. I’m wetter than I’ve been in recent memory, and all I can think about is how good his cock’s going to feel inside me. How perfectly that piercing is going to hit.
He pulls back a little, and I use my tongue to cradle him as he takes shallow thrusts, sucking and humming as he fucks my mouth. His eyes open then, and he watches like he can barely believe how good it feels.
“Christ, Joss… You kill me. You are the most perfect thing I’ve ever known in my life.”
I take him as deep as I can then, but when he sees the tears starting to form at the corner of my eyes, he pulls me back. Another stuttered moan leaves him, and he pulls out of my mouth.
“Up,” he barely gets the word out, and I reach to touch him again after I stand, but he stops me, pulling himself together. And as he lets go of my hair, he speaks again, “Turn around and pull your dress up.”
He palms my ass, grabbing a handful and squeezing hard. He kisses the side of my throat as his hand slips between my thighs, and he mutters a curse against my shoulder because I’m soaking wet for him.
“I’ve mentioned how much I love how wet you get when you really want it, right?”
“When I really need you.”
“Take the panties off and pray I have a fucking condom.”
I slide them off and a second later I hear a little sound of gratefulness before I hear the foil wrapper open, and I grin as I hang them on the edge of the bar cart. He doesn’t waste any time after I bend over for him, spreading further as his fingers dig into my hip. He slides in slowly and out again once, twice, until he’s sure that I’m ready for him.
“Put your hands on the glass.”
