Chapter 30

THIRTY

Owen

T he video plays on repeat everywhere. Like I can't get away from it.

Oliver gives me a look I can't read, and Colin is acting weird, so I'm not sleeping, just watching this fucking clip of me grabbing Colin over and over and over.

Now that I don't have the tournament to agonize over, all of the stuff with Colin can take up the full space in my mind, and it is a whirlpool I can't escape from.

I'm realizing I like Colin, and I shouldn't like Colin. The more time we spend together, the more I like him. We alternate planning date nights on the weekends I'm home and cooking for each other. I don't know how to preserve what we have together, and I feel like the pressure is getting to Colin. He couldn't even stand to look at us on television.

Why the fuck had I kissed him on national television? He'd been okay with all of this, but the media stuff was already bad, and I know this will blow it up more. He's got to be mad at me. I'm sure that's why he's distant.

I can't let it happen. I have to show him it's worth staying in this marriage with me. But how?

"I want to blow you," I say the second we reach altitude.

Oliver took an early flight home, so we have the jet all to ourselves.

Colin lifts his eyes to mine, almost skeptical. "You want my cock in your mouth?"

"I had my dick in your ass. Do you doubt there is any part of you I don't want?" I stalk forward to stand over him. "Every single part of you belongs to me."

Colin's stiffness fades away and the princess I know returns. He drops to his knees in the few inches of space between where I stand and the seat. "What if I want your dick?"

"You'll have to earn it." I slip my fingers into his hair.

He rubs his face into my groin. "How do I earn it?"

"I want you laid out on the bed, stretched out so I can do what I want. Then you can have my cock how you want." I tighten my grip, keeping him from rubbing his face against my dick.

"How long?" Colin asks.

"As long as I want."

Colin gets to his feet but doesn't turn. He looks into my eyes.

"Yes?" I ask when he doesn't speak.

"Why?" Colin asks, and a hint of hesitation is back.

My chest tightens. Is Colin getting sick of me? I know he likes to sleep around, but is that because he is into that or because he wasn't in a relationship? Am I just a notch in his bedpost, and now that he's gotten me out of his system, he's itching to move on?

"Because I want you. Do I need any other reason?"

Colin searches my face. "You want me?"

I nod, holding his gaze steady. "Just you."

He takes a step backward, and then another. He reaches the door to the bedroom in the back of the plane. His back presses into the door but he doesn't open it, instead he tucks his thumbs into his jean shorts, inching them down. "Should I strip or leave them for you to take off?"

I drop my gaze down his sculpted body. The light dusting of hair below his bellybutton promising more as it dips into the denim. "Leave them. I like unwrapping the package."

Colin's mouth transforms into a smile. "I love when you look at me like that."

"Like what?" I take slow steps towards him, stalking my prey.

A shiver runs through him. "Like I'm art."

"You were crafted for my pleasure." I put my hand over his on the door handle, pinning him to the solid wood. "Sculpted to perfection."

He laughs playfully. "For your pleasure?"

"Mine and mine alone." I yank open the button on his jeans and wrap my hand around his cock. "No boxers?"

"I like to surprise you." Colin's head slams back. "Nothing in the world should feel this good."

"My hand on your cock?" I roughly stroke him.

"Mmmhmm." He barely gets the words out between moans.

I put my lips next to his ear. "Does my hand feel as good as my cock stretching your ass."

Colin sucks in a breath. "Are you willing to do it again?"

"Did you think it was a one-time thing?" I squeeze his cock.

He pumps into my fingers. "I wasn't sure if you'd want to."

I nip at his ear. "I want to, and I'm going to fuck you over and over until you're so full of my cum you can't think about anything but me stretching you wide open to fill you."

Colin becomes putty in my hands. I open the door, leading him to the bed. A shove and he falls backward, sprawling out on the mattress with his shorts half off and cock standing straight up. I yank off the shorts, casting them aside. He picks up his head, watching me. I put one knee on the bed, but think better of it, going to the chest of drawers, digging around until I find ties. I knew Oliver would have some in here.

I return to the bed, grabbing one of Colin's hands, looping the tie around his wrist. I tie it to the frame before straddling his chest.

"What are you doing?" Colin asks, fighting a grin.

I take his other wrist, tying it to the other side. "Making sure I get what I want, and you can't talk me into doing something else."

"But you like when I lead you into temptation." Colin tests the ties on his wrists.

"I love it. But unless you express a hard limit here, your cock is going in my mouth."

He squirms and lifts his hips. "I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do."

"Do you think for a minute I'd do something I don't want to?" I brush my fingers over his lips, slipping farther down his body to sit my ass on his hips. "I've been thinking about your cock in my mouth for weeks. I'm not going to stop thinking about it."

"And when it's sticky?" He barely keeps the tremble out of his voice.

"It's not going to be sticky…" At least I don't think it will be. "I've had your cum all over me, on my fingers…do you think I can't handle it in my mouth?"

He looks away.

I force my knees between his thighs, opening him up for me, his cock still standing straight up from his body. "What aren't you telling me?"

His breathing comes in ragged gasps, and he still won't meet my eyes. "It's?—"

"Spit it out."

He pulls at the ties again. "You claimed to be straight, and now we are—you are—what if this makes you not into me anymore? I don't want to go back to how we were."

I grab his jaw, turning his head while my other hand grabs the outline of my cock through my slacks. "Do you think I'd be this hard if I wasn't into you?"

He stares at my bulge before lifting his eyes to meet mine. "Are you sure?"

I lower down, brushing my lips over his. "I'm positive I want this. I want you. Every fucking inch of you, and I'm sorry I ever made you feel like you don't deserve to be taken care of and worshipped."

He melts into my kiss, hooking a leg around my hips to lift up and rub against me. "Why do you always know what to say?"

"It's the truth." I give him one more kiss before sitting back on my heels. "And now I get what I want."

I brush my fingers down his chest, over his pink, hard nipples and constricted abs. His muscles tighten and constrict as he sucks in a breath. I lower down to my forearms, pushing his thighs wider to nip the sensitive skin there. His cock throbs and leaks. I kiss a path over his hip, and to his base, swirling my tongue across the flesh encased steel.

Colin bucks into me. "Fuck fuck fuck."

I flick my tongue up his shaft, each and every sound Colin makes making me harder. "Do you know how horny you're making me?"

"Oh?" Colin moans.

"I don't even think you know how beautiful you are, do you?" I murmur, lifting up to swirl my tongue around his head, getting my first taste of him.

"I love that you think so."

I suck his tip into my mouth, the heady salty flavor sinking into my tongue as I moan around him. Colin tenses, muscles tightening. I push my hand up his chest to cup his face. He turns to kiss my palm.

I brush my fingers over his lips, refocusing on his cock, welcoming him deeper into me.

"Goddamn. Are you sure you've never done this before?" He arches off the bed, forcing more of his cock into my mouth.

I put my hand on his hip, coming off of his glistening dick. "I'm in control." I force his ass back to the bed, holding him there while I work.

He throws his head back, whimpering. "You're torturing me. I can't fucking take it. I'm so close."

I smile, making my lips pull tight around his girth and slow, edging him.

"No!" he cries out, fighting against the ties on his wrists again.

"Shhhh." I blow my breath over his tip. "You're going to come so hard when I finally let you."

"I didn't know I could be tortured with fucking pleasure."

I barely skim my tongue under his head, and he shudders, cock so swollen it looks painful. "It's the best kind." I bob over him again, stopping every time he starts to get close.

"Fuck you."

"What was that?" I let him fall from my mouth, gripping his balls to massage them.

"I hate you right now." Colin shudders again, toes curling, his entire body trying to force the orgasm out of his dick without the stimulation he needs.

"You're going to love me in a second." I get to my knees, cock already slick with lube while I'd been edging him. I press against his hole, massaging it there lightly while I squeeze his base.

Colin's eyes flash open. "Please," is the only word he can manage.

I take him in one thrust while my hand speeds up on his cock. He's losing it before I can pull out for another thrust. I fuck him through his release, driving against his prostate over and over while he comes more than I've ever seen. His orgasm seems to go on forever, and he squeezes around me with every pulse, bringing me to the brink with him. I kiss him as I lose it, spiraling into ecstasy.

As we both come down, I lay next to him and drag my fingers through his cum, bringing it to my lips. He stares as I suck them clean.

"What are you doing?!"

I bring my mouth to his, and when he opens, I spit his own cum into his mouth, then kiss him hard. "Whatever I want."

"You dirty fucking bastard." He sucks my tongue clean.

"Get used to it. I love your cock in my mouth."

While we seemed to settle our situation, or relationship, if we could even call it that, sex opened up a new avenue for feelings, and maybe a little bit of avoidance. It became an escape for both of us. But it's not helping our overexposure, or us being unable to leave the apartment.

Colin can't even go to class without needing a bodyguard and getting slammed with questions about us. The more I win, the more they want a piece of me, or really to know more about my mysterious husband. It's putting a strain on our relationship, and I can't handle the stress.

So when I come out of the spare bedroom I've been using as a training room to find Oliver, Isaac, and Colin in the kitchen drinking coffee, dread fills my chest. I can't handle anything else.

"I tried to close the door in his face, but he has a key," Colin mutters, sitting on the counter.

"I tried too," Isaac mutters.

"Not today, please." I wipe my face and go to the espresso machine. "Whatever it is, I am trying to focus on Nationals. I only have two weeks to train, and I'm working on new foot work?—"

Oliver cuts me off. "This can't wait."

I look at the ceiling. "What did I do to deserve a brother who won't leave me alone?"

"Yes, god forbid your fucking twin cares about your mental health."

I close my eyes, putting a cup under the spout and hitting the latte button by memory. "Spit it out. I need to eat and watch video, then go for my run."

"The fucking gall to look me in the eyes and act like you don't know what I'm about to say." Oliver slams pictures down on the table. "What is this?"

Colin squeaks and jumps off the counter, running over, spilling coffee everywhere. "Where did you get those?"

"Get what?" I turn around with my coffee, but my blood runs cold. I nearly drop my coffee, eyes scanning the images Oliver slammed down on the island.

There are hundreds of photos. Ones of Colin and I touching, but those aren't the ones I focus in on. Those can be written off as playing the part, but somehow there are photos of me inside Colin. In his mouth, our cocks pressed together, my dick buried in his ass. Every new position we've tried. Every place we've fucked. I look up staring at our curtainless windows, but that's not all. We'd fucked in the locker room, and showers before practice, which show up in the pile, along with bathrooms we'd hooked up in, and even a blow job in a cab on our way to dinner last night.

Everything seems far off. My ears buzz, but not like a panic attack. The room slows. Movement slows. My own heartbeat seems to pause. I look at every face in the room as my fingers brush over a photo of Colin's lips stretched around my cock.

I'm strangely turned on more than violated. "Why did you hire a PI?"

"I knew something was going on, and no one would tell me!" Oliver says through his teeth.

I blink at him, the buzzing in my head getting worse. "How did you know?"

"Between you being cheerful and Isaac's lying face, I knew." Oliver barely contains his rage.

"Thanks Isaac," Colin mutters.

I laugh. I can't help it.

Everyone stares at me.

"You caught us. Is that all?" My words are cold, I can feel them, but I can't stop it.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Oliver looks like I've slapped him.

"No, we are sleeping together. He's my husband, I think if anyone is allowed, I am." I step up to Oliver, looking him in the eyes. "I've never said a word in judgement about your choices. I covered for you with Mom and Dad when you fucked your husband, and I've done everything you've ever asked of me, but I will not let you shame me for enjoying my relationship with my husband no matter how it started. So if you have something to fucking say, you better think long and hard about your words."