Page 26 of A New Chapter
They climbed into the shower and Rom started the water. Yes, they’d probably run out of hot water if they stayed in too long, but at least it was a warm day and cold water in their part of Florida usually wasn’t colder than seventy degrees this time of year.
Rom pressed Colton against the wall as he kissed him. Colton closed his eyes and let go, wanting to make the best of this situation. He loved Rom—the love of his life, definitely.
This series of annoying interruptions, in the grand scheme of things, wasn’t a big deal. Not when looked at as a whole. Considering the good life they had together—and the life they’d be able to give to Clayton—Colton knew he needed to relax and enjoy what they had.
Aggravations and disruptions and all.
Because he had this loving man to share his life in the first place.
Rom lifted his mouth from Colton’s. “Come back to me, baby,” he softly sing-songed.
“Sorry, Master.”
Rom trailed his fingers down Colton’s body, across his pecs, brushing over his nipples, teasing him. “Stay with me,” Rom murmured. “Be my good boy. Let me take your mind off your troubles.”
His fingers skimmed down Colton’s abs, over them, lower. When Rom’s fingers closed around Colton’s cock, it hardened immediately in Rom’s hand as he gently squeezed.
Rom never had trouble getting Colton hard. That was one thing always perfect between them—the sexual chemistry they shared was off the charts.
Up until this point, they rarely went longer than a couple of days without having sex in some form, even if only jerking each other off in the shower. Between the emotional toll and physical toll of the last several days, and their newest addition, it’d been four days.
And Colton was getting a little…antsy.
Which was weird, because before Rom, his sex drive had dipped since he didn’t have a partner.
Now? Hell, Rom could give him a sultry look and Colton was popping wood over him.
Rom leaned in as he slowly stroked Colton’s cock, taking his time to rub his thumb over the slit, gathering the pre-cum pearled there and smearing it all over the head of Colton’s cock. “Who’s my good boy?” Rom whispered.
“Me, Master.”
Rom reached up and cupped the back of Colton’s neck with his other hand. “I’m going to make my boy feel good,” he promised as his fingers slowly teased Colton’s cock. They squeezed, eased, working up and down the length of his shaft and milking more pre-cum from him, making his balls ache with need.
Colton moaned and realized he was thrusting into Rom’s hand. Rom pulled him in for another kiss, their lips slanted against each other while Rom’s tongue teased and taunted.
Subspace also teased and taunted. Rom had a way of coaxing him into it even without impact play. Their rapport far surpassed anything Colton had felt with any other partner before.
Rom broke that kiss. “On your knees, boy,” he said.
Colton had to remember they were in the shower and not hit the floor too hard and risk getting an inquisitive phone call from downstairs about the noise. Kneeling put him at the perfect height to suck Rom’s cock. And from the feel of Rom’s fingers on the back of his head and guiding him, that’s exactly what Rom wanted from him.
He gladly complied. He’d spent countless hours on his knees for Rom, or in a similar position. It was one of his favorite things, to worship his Master’s cock and know he was the only one who got to do this for him.
And that Colton was the only one Rom would ever do it for, too.
Leaning in, he slowly flicked his tongue along the slit of Rom’s cock, playing with it and loving the sharphissof pleasure he earned in return. Time and aggravations and thoughts about anything else vanished as his world shrank to encompass only Rom and what they were doing. Colton slowly swirled his tongue around the head of Rom’s cock, teasing him, playing with it, knowing if Rom wanted more immediately he had no trouble taking it from him.
That meant Rom was enjoying this.
No other partner he’d had made Colton feel like this, eager and needy and nearly desperate to make his guy happy. To take his time with exploring his cock, making love to it with his tongue and lips. He reached up with his other hand to cup Rom’s sac in his palm, then he worked his way down Rom’s cock and slowly laved his tongue over the man’s balls, too. Taking one, then the other into his mouth, back and forth, drawing more sweet hisses and gasps from his Master.
He took great pride in this. Rom had a quiet, calm strength about him, nearly unshakable, and in moments like this the fact that Colton knew he was the only one who could make him come undone in this way made his heart and soul swell with pride and love.
They were meant to be together and no one could ever convince Colton otherwise.
Colton glanced up to see Rom had braced one hand against the wall. The other he kept cupped around the back of Colton’s head, his fingers kneading and massaging Colton’s scalp.
Colton went deep on him, loving the sounds rolling from Rom as he pleasured him. He pulled off to the head and teased the tip with his tongue, flicking along the slit. Warm, salty pre-cum rewarded his efforts, and he went deep again, wanting more.
