20. Colt

Colt

I 'm nervous. It's crazy. It's not my first time. It's his, but it feels like mine too. This is everything I could possibly want, and I can see his nerves, but I can see the excitement too as he starts to push his lubed finger inside me.

"Yes. God yes. It feels so good, Dallas," I pant, wanting more of him but not wanting to rush it either.

"Oh God, I'm going to come so fast," he says it so seriously, which makes me laugh, my ass squeezing around his finger. "Oh God. Yeah. This is going to be embarrassing."

"Nothing between us is embarrassing. Now get another finger inside me before I lose it."

He looks up at me, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "Bossy."

"You're damn right. I need that cock inside me." I tilt my head back and thrust forward, fucking myself with his finger. "I need it so damn bad."

"Oh, and needy," he adds, and I can hear the grin he's wearing, even though I'm not looking at him. His other hand drags over my thigh and up over my balls, giving a little attention to my tight sac. "So tight."

"Fuck me," I say, thrusting again, and he chuckles but finally adds another finger, stretching me out in the most delicious way.

He strokes over my prostate, and I'm a writhing, cursing mess by the time I finally convince him to stop and kiss me. He moves his body over mine in a graceful move after pulling his fingers from my body. His cockhead notches at my hole as we kiss, but he doesn't press inside.

I'm about to beg him to do just that when he pulls back, and I make a shameful whimpering sound.

"Lube, babe," he says with so much confidence, I feel oddly proud of him.

He pours more lube into his hand and strokes over his dick, getting it nice and wet before he leans down and steals my mouth. "Remember, don't come, so you can do that deep inside me too."

Holy shit . I can definitely get on board with this confident side of Dallas. He starts to push into me, and I kiss him hard, loving the burn and stretch of his massive cock. He pulls back and then pushes in more, the motion coming easily to him as he fucks into me until he's fully seated. I tip my head back, feeling the full length of him inside me as he stills, letting me adjust.

"Nothing has ever felt this good," he gasps, still not moving.

I wiggle a little, trying to get him to move, but he's still. I look at his face, seeing his eyes are closed tight. He seems to be warring with himself. "The faster you come, the faster I get to be inside you," I remind him, hoping that will take away some of his worry of coming too fast.

I watch him take a deep breath and nod before he opens his eyes and looks down at me. "So perfect."

"We are," I say, dragging my hand down the middle of his stomach, watching his abs flex as he finally pulls back until he's almost all the way out of me. Then he pushes back into me with a gracefully fluid glide.

"Yes," I cry out, flexing around his solid length. "Right there."

He repeats the motion over and over, nailing my prostate and making me plead with him to come because if he doesn't, I'm going to, and I wouldn't be the least bit bothered by it.

Yes, I want inside his sweet body, but we have time.

Although, not as much time as I'd like. But I can't think about that right now.

I watch all his muscles flex as he pushes into me over and over again, his big cock shuttling in and out of me, pushing me toward that high. "Oh fuck, Colt. I can't... it's too..." He's a bumbling mess of pleasure, and I fucking love it as I grab his ass with both hands and help shove him deeper inside me.

On the third deep stroke, his body goes rigid, his cock jerks, and he's crying out, filling me with the heat of his release. I nearly lose it, seeing the ecstasy on his face while he comes, my balls pulling up tight and my cock leaking, but I manage to hold off as he rides out his orgasm, stroking in and out of me, milking every last bit of cum from his body into mine.

He leans forward, kissing me hard, and we roll until his softening cock slips from my body, and I'm on top of him. But we don't do anything but kiss. My dick is rock-hard, and my balls ache, but kissing him like this is the ultimate high.

Feeling him so relaxed and calm is something I'll never tire of.

"Want you," he says. "Please."

I almost feel bad because this is his first time, and I'm so keyed-up, I'm afraid I can't go slow enough. "We don't have to do this tonight." I thrust against his thigh and groan. "I can definitely just hump your leg and come like that."

He lets out a startled laugh and snorts. "Not a chance. I want this. So damn badly." He kisses me hard, and I nod, but then I flip us so he's once again on top.

I can feel his confusion, but I grab the lube and slide it over my dick, his attention there now. He watches me hungrily, and I wonder if he's going to be able to get off for a third time.

Probably. His dick hasn't gone totally soft from fucking me yet, and I bet as soon as my cock hits his prostate, he'll be ready to go again. I smile, keeping that in mind as I guide him to lift up so I can position my cock at his ready hole. "You'll have more control this way. Don't want it to hurt," I say as I try like hell to get my libido under control.

"Oh," he says as he places his hands on my chest and tests with a small motion back, taking a little of my cock inside of his body. "Ohhh," he says again. I hold my cock still for him as he slowly slides down, taking the tip inside of him, making me groan and my eyes shut as I breathe deeply, trying like hell not to come already.

"Yes. Like that," I say, and he takes the encouragement, moving back more and taking more of my length inside.

"Yes. Oh God, you're big, but it feels so good. Better than fingers." He takes more and more until I move my hand away, and I've slipped all the way inside him, bottoming out. "You're inside me."

He sounds like he's in awe, and it's so damn cute. I want to kiss him, but I don't move. This is his show.

"Colt?" Oh shit. I realize I've been too quiet, and he's worried as I open my eyes and look up at him.

"It feels so good. So damn good."

His shy smile is nearly my undoing as he starts to rock his body, pulling my cock almost all the way out before he moves back down, swallowing my dick with his tight ass.

"So good," I say as I hold onto his hips, letting him fuck himself on my dick. His fingernails dig into my chest as he rides me, his dick fully hard again.

"Oh God, it's so good. Shit." He's moving faster now, plundering what I'm certain is his prostate with each downward motion because he cries out each time, his cock drooling. "I'm going to come again." he says squeezing around my cock and making me see stars.

I want to last for him, but I can't hold back.

"You feel so good. Move with me," he pleads, and that's all it takes for me to tighten my grip on his hips and slam forward when he slams back, impaling him on my cock and making us both moan, deep and low. It only takes a few strokes inside him like that before I'm crying out my release, spraying cum deep inside him at the same time he comes for the third time, though I don't think this time is any less intense than the first two.

He bites into my shoulder as he leans forward, coming hard as he leisurely rocks onto my cock, triggering the aftershocks of my orgasm inside him. When we can't seem to take it anymore, I slide slowly from his well-used body, but he doesn't move off my chest. I cling onto him, holding on for dear life.

Waking up with Dallas in my arms is like a damn dream. One I'm not sure I even had before I met him. I never knew I wanted this. Making love and then waking up with your lover the next day. But that's what I have right now in this moment, and I wouldn't trade it for anything.

"Morning," he says, and I realize he's smiling at me now as he lies against my side, his head on my shoulder.

"Morning." I lean in to kiss him softly. After we both came down from our orgasms last night, we took a shower together and then curled back up in bed, totally naked. We kissed some more, but that was it before we fell asleep.

I haven't slept that well in years, if I'm being honest.

"I've never had this before."

"What?" he asks curiously.

"Waking up with someone."

He cocks his head to the side suspiciously. "Never?"

I shake my head. "Never. I haven't had a relationship since high school, and since then, it's pretty much just been meaningless hookups."

He seems to process that, and I swear I see an adorable hint of jealousy, but he smiles sweetly. "Then it's a first for both of us."

I nod, even though it wasn't a question and kiss the tip of his nose. "Yes, it is."

"I, um..." He swallows hard, and I see the nerves he's feeling, which in turn makes me nervous about what he wants to say. Did I hurt him? Did he not like it? I mean... he did in the moment I think but... "I love you."

"What?" I blurt out stupidly because I was spiraling there for a second.

He shrinks back a little, but I don't let him out of my arms. "Nothing."

"Not nothing," I growl. "You said you love me."

He swallows nervously again and starts to nod his head, and I'm about to tell him I love him too, but then everything slows down as the trainwreck that is my life happens.

I hear my sister's voice just as she comes into my bedroom. "Co— Oh my God! What the hell?"

"Shit," I say, and Dallas scrambles away from me, falling ass-first on my bedroom floor, totally naked.

I look over and see Chloe is standing there, her face stunned as she looks at Dallas, then at me. I know she knows who he is by her reaction. "Dallas?"

She's holding Christian, who's screaming his head off, bright red and angry. I make sure my junk is covered, but reach for a pair of jeans, not caring if they're mine or Dallas's and toss them to him.

"I can explain."

"Explain?" Chloe asks. Christian continues wailing. Shit, how the hell did I not hear them come in? "Explain what? That not only did you not stay away from Dallas like I asked, but you also fucked him?"

"It's my fault," Dallas says as he stands, awkwardly covering himself with the jeans. "I swear, it's not his fault. Don't blame him. I'm so sorry."

"No," I say in his direction because he's not doing that. I look back at Chloe and ignore her questions. "What are you doing here?"

"You didn't answer your phone. Or the damn door. I couldn't wait anymore, Colt. I guess I know why now, but I thought maybe you were dead."

"I'm sorry," I say, taking a deep breath and trying to be calm. I guess I forgot to put my phone on the charger last night, and I was a little preoccupied this morning. "The doorbell isn't working," I say, more to myself than to Chloe, but she nods in confirmation.

"I knocked."

"I'm sorry," I say firmly, though I doubt she knocked for long or I would have surely heard it, though that's not the point right now. I gave her the key for emergencies. I look at my nephew, who's still crying his little heart out. Big fat tears falling down his cheeks. "What's wrong?"

"He has a fever, and he won't stop crying. I gave him medicine, but it's not working." She sounds frantic, and I feel like a total asshole. She needed me, and I didn't answer.

"Where's Mom?" She gives me an irritated look, and I wince, knowing our mom wasn't there, like always. "Sorry."

"I'm scared, Colt. The medicine usually makes him feel better, but he's obviously in pain, and I don't know what to do."

"Okay. It's okay." I wish I could hug her, but I'm way too naked for that. "Let me get dressed, and I'll take you guys to urgent care. He'll be okay."

She sniffles and wipes away a tear as she bounces Christian in her arms, trying to settle him, but he only cries louder. She leaves, and I turn to Dallas, who's gone sickly pale.

Shit . This is so not how I wanted him to meet his son.

"Dallas?" I climb out of the bed and walk over to him, sensing his panic. "It's going to be okay."

"She's so mad." I cup his face in my hands and tilt it, so he's looking at my face.

"She'll get over it."

He starts to shake his head, but I have him in a firm grip. "No. How could I do that? She's your sister. She means everything to you. I put that in danger."

"No, you didn't," I say firmly, but Christian's sharp cry reminds me I don't have time to talk about it, and it kills me.

"What if she never forgives you?" he asks quietly, and he sounds so damn defeated, I want to cry. No. He was just gaining his confidence. Goddamn my luck.

"I promise you, it's going to be okay," I say, pressing a firm kiss to his lips but having to let him go as I shuffle around, grabbing clothes and pulling them on. "I have to take them to urgent care, but I promise you, it'll be okay."

I look back over at him as I grab my wallet and keys. He hasn't moved at all. He's frozen and pale and looks so damn scared. I hate this.

I go back to him and cup his face in my hands. "I promise." It's not something I can promise, and yes, I'm terrified she won't forgive me, but I need him to be okay. I need him to know that even if she doesn't, we're okay. That's what I'm promising him.

"I love you," I say softly, and his head jerks up, looking at me with unshed tears.

"You do?"

I let out a watery laugh, my own tears threatening to fall. "Of course I do." I kiss him hard. "I'll be back."

"N-no. I'll go home. Just take care of them."

I could meet up with him later, but I'm desperate for him to stay. "Please stay," I beg. "Treat the house like it's yours. Do whatever you want. Just stay."

He looks slightly nervous, no doubt at war with himself, but finally he nods. I give him a quick kiss before I hurry out of there and get Chloe and Christian in the car.

When we're on our way, Chloe is deadly quiet. I know she's mad at me, and she has every right to be, but I'm not sure what to say. I can't say I'm sorry because that would be a lie. I won't ever regret falling for Dallas.

But I am really sorry for the way she found out and that she's hurting, so I end up saying, "I'm sorry" as I drive.

"Don't," she comes back sharply, and I wince at the anger in her voice. Anger I know I deserve.

"Chlo—"

"Don't," she commands again, looking over her shoulder at Christian and then back at me. "I don't want to talk about this. I just want to make sure he's okay. That's it."

"Okay," I say, even though I'm not okay. I want her to understand that it's not just me being a horny asshole, but I don't argue with her. We get to urgent care and see a doctor, finding out the little guy has an ear infection and needs antibiotics.

By the time I pull up at their house and get Christian settled with his first dose of medicine and more fever reducer, he's totally out. Chloe closes his bedroom door and sits down on the couch, pulling a pillow into her lap and looking at me. "You and Dallas? Christian's father?"

I swallow hard and nod my head once. "Yes."

She lets out a little cry and looks away from me. "How could you do that?"

"Chloe—"

"Don't." She holds up her hand to stop me from talking. "I told you I didn't want him in my life and you decide to fuck him? I can't believe you."

"Just let me explain."

"I don't want to talk about it right now," she says, still not looking at me. "Just go."

"Chlo—"

"No," she cuts me off, and it slices through me because we've fought before, but she's never sounded this mad at me. She's never not let me talk.

"We are going to talk about this," I say firmly because I'll be damned if I don't at least try.

"Not now," she says, and okay, I guess I can work with that.

I nod my head sadly and walk to the door. "I love you, Chlo—and Christian."

She doesn't say anything, and it nearly guts me, but I push open the door and force myself to leave. I can't make her talk to me. I just have to hope she'll give me a chance.

But since she won't talk to me, and Christian is okay, my priority now is Dallas.

My sweet Dallas, who I love and who loves me.

Somehow, that makes it all okay.

He makes everything okay, and I don't think he even knows how true that is.