Chapter 27

TWENTY-SEVEN

Owen

Oliver: When do you leave?

Owen: Good morning to you too.

Oliver: Good morning…?

Owen: Am I not allowed to say good morning?

Oliver: Is it a good morning?

Why the fuck is he asking me if it's a good morning? I go to type something but pause. Colin just left for class after deep throating my cock all morning, so I guess it is a good morning.

Owen: It is.

Owen: Are you not having a good morning?

Oliver: Have you gone off your meds?

Owen: NO!

I don't have time for this. I need to pack for my first tournament.

Oliver: What time are you leaving?

He can look up the time I booked it for. Why is he even asking me?

Owen: I have the jet booked for this evening.

Oliver: I'm coming with you.

Owen: You can't do that. You have work.

Oliver: I've taken the week off. Father understands.

Oliver: It's important for me to support you. I haven't seen you compete for nationals yet while Colin has made several appearances.

Fuck my life.

Owen: I need this to go well. You can't distract me.

Oliver: If I had feelings, I'd be offended.

Oliver suspects us. He keeps asking me things, and texting me more than he ever did before. I love him and miss him, but this is getting even too clingy for me.

I have to do well. To qualify for the Olympics, we have one year to reach the points threshold both individually and as a team. Only one hundred and forty-four athletes qualify and forty-eight teams. Which means it's imperative for me to hold my place on the league's official ranking list. One misstep could ruin my entire team's ranking and placement at the Olympics. I cannot deal with anything else. The pressure from my marriage, family, and husband is already enough. I don't know if I can take Oliver breathing down my neck as well.

Frotting Daddy: Oliver is trying to come.

Your humble BJ servant: Tell him no!

Frotting Daddy: No one tells Oliver no.

Frotting Daddy: did you change the names in my phone again?

Your humble BJ servant: Maaaaaybe

Frotting Daddy: Is that a Hamilton reference?

Your humble BJ servant: you're learning!

Frotting Daddy: I do pay attention when it comes to you.

Your humble BJ servant: Don't make me melty in class.

Frotting Daddy: I'd rather be making you hard.

Your humble BJ servant: You do that so easily. Melty is better.

What did melty even mean? I didn't want to guess.

I open my phone and type it into search.

Melty: having a tendency to melt or dissolve easily.

That doesn't seem to make sense. I go to urban dictionary.

Melty: A way to describe a person that makes you feel warm on the inside. Generally someone who is both attractive and courteous at the same time.

Ohhhh! I get it.

Frotting Daddy: I can do both.

Your humble BJ servant: I'm listening.

Frotting Daddy: I like knowing you and spending time with you.

Frotting Daddy: And if my brother is coming with us so I can't fuck you on the plane, I'm going to need you on your knees the second you get home.

Your humble BJ servant: the second I walk in the door? Are you horny, daddy?

I grip myself through my sweats and take a photo and reply with it.

Your humble BJ servant: I'm drooling.

Frotting Daddy: save it for me.

As soon as I hear his keys jangle in the door I stand in front of it.

Colin pushes it open, giving me a curious look. "Hi." He tries to walk inside, but I stop him.

"Strip."

"Right here?" He swallows, visibly glancing down the hall. "Where our neighbors could see?"

"Better be quick." I cross my arms.

It's too cold to wear his normal short shorts. But when he strips off his coat, he reveals a crop top, giving me a view of his abs. I lick my lips. I want to devour him. He leaves the shirt on, fingers finding the button on his jeans, opening it before sliding his zipper down to expose perfectly manscaped dirty blond hair leading down to his cock.

I groan, unable to hold it back. "You don't have anything under those?"

"I thought we'd be alone on the plane and wanted to surprise you." Colin toes off his boots and pushes the denim down his thighs, leaving him in only the crop that reads: Does this shirt make me look like a whore?

The irony. I love it.

He reaches for me, but I take a step back. "On your knees."

He meets my eyes as he lowers down to one and then the other.

I walk backward a few more steps. "Crawl."

He smirks, confidently crossing the floor to me on hands and knees. His lean muscle twists over his body like a work of art, and Colin knows how hot he is.

"Do you even understand how hard you make me?" As I say the words, I realize how it sounds. I admired him—his body—not just his mouth. Does that mean I'm gay?

I instantly start to reject it, but I stop myself. We'd fucked our cocks together. I'd crossed so many lines, and I'd been horny as fuck the entire time.

I like fucking Colin, and he makes me happy. That means something.

"Show me." Colin presents his tongue.

"That's not what I want." I make a snap decision.

He grips his cock. "Frotting?"

"No." A wicked grin curls over my lips.

"No?" Colin is reeling with the answer when I drag him to his feet.

"Where is your closest lube?"

It takes Colin a full ten seconds to catch up. "It's—what do you want to do?"

"Where?" I demand.

He leads me to the dining room adjacent to the entryway and pulls a bottle out of a decorative vase. A primal need comes over me as I snatch it from his hand and flip him around, forcing him over the solid wood table. Colin catches himself with his palms and arches his ass up, giving me a glimpse of his pink hole.

My dick throbs. I kick his ankles open wider, stepping between them. I grab his beautiful, full ass, spreading him as I massage his cheek.

"Owen?" His tone is questioning.

I don't answer, instead I rub my thumb over his opening. He presses his forehead into the table, hissing. I pop open the bottle and drizzle it down his slit. He lifts up on his toes, groaning. My slick thumb massages the silky fluid around his hole. He presses into the touch, and I almost slip inside.

"How long has it been since anything was inside you?"

He looks over his shoulder. "Since we've been messing around a lot—a while."

His words awaken something in my chest. "I bet your cunt is so fucking tight right now."

He nods, dragging his teeth over his lip. "So tight."

I push my thumb inside, and he squeezes around me. "I'm going to need to stretch you wide open."

"For what?" His voice trembles.

I withdraw my thumb and coat my fingers in lubricant. "Whatever I want. It's my hole, isn't it, princess?"

He squirms as I push two fingers into him. I'm impatient to get my cock inside him, but I force myself to slow down. I want Colin to get off with me inside him, and that's not the way I want to hurt him.

"I need more." He fucks himself back on my fingers.

"Patience." I deliver a quick slap to his ass, earning a yelp.

"But Owen—" The slight whine in his voice makes me want to bury myself in him now.

I slap his cheek again. Colin whimpers but tilts his hips up, silently asking for more. I rub over his reddening skin, teasing him, making him wait. He bites his bicep, sucking in slow breaths. I add a third finger, and his greedy hole welcomes the intrusion. But even three were nowhere near the girth of my cock. I'm leaking, imagining how he'll look stretched around me.

I slap his cheek a few more times, leaving it red before I pull out of him.

He whimpers with the absence, turning into a begging mess. "No, please. Keep fucking me. I want to feel you inside me, Owen. Don't put something else in me. I can't take it. I need your fingers."

I coat myself in lube while he pleads, but his last statement gives me pause. "You need my fingers?"

"Yes, please. I can't stand it anymore. I need to come with you inside of me!"

I press my tip against his opening. "It's too bad you want my fingers…I was going to fuck you."

It takes a second for it to sink in, but as soon as it does, he's twisting around looking in my eyes. "What?" He's trembling.

I wrap my arm around his shoulders, pulling his back flush to my chest so I can kiss him, while I rub my tip against his hole. "I'm going to fuck you."

He's still searching my face.

"Do you doubt me, princess?" I force my head just past his barrier, and my eyes roll back.

He nearly goes limp in my arms. "Are you actually…"

He's so tight, even after I prepped him. Being inside him is so much better than his mouth. Why had I waited so long? I give him another inch. "I'm going to bury my cock in your cunt, princess, until you can't feel anything except me."

He arches, taking more of me. "I need it all."

I suck in a breath. "You greedy fucking whore."

"I can't help it." He forces me deeper, taking as much of my cock as he can in this position.

"And why can't you help it?"

"You have the biggest cock I've ever seen. I can't get enough." He circles his ass, nearly killing me.

"My greedy little princess needs to be split open."

He nods, dropping his head back on my shoulder. My hand comes up around his neck, and we move together. But it's not enough. I need to see how I look completely filling him. I release his throat and shove him back over the table, before grabbing both his hips so I can control the pace. He fights my hold as I ease deeper, so I slap his other cheek so it's as red as the other.

"Owen…" His voice tells me he's fully immersed in pleasure.

"If you try and speed this up, I'm going to make you wait."

He whimpers my name again, and I take my time with slow thrusts, watching myself go deeper with each one until finally my hips slam into his ass. He gasps, grabbing my wrist. I dig my fingers into his flesh, pulling back to drive myself fully into him over and over.

"You're going to make me come," Colin gasps through moans.

"Wait."

He presses his face into his arm, his whole body shaking, but he holds it off. I grab the bottom of his throat, using the leverage to pull him back on to my cock, unable to take my eyes off of him. We were made to fit. Our bodies come together, and it almost makes me believe there is good in this world.

"Come for me," I say when I'm close, and we go off like fireworks.