6. ~Colton~

6

~Colton~

"I'm doing some of my best work here, darlin'."

I licked up the length of his cock again, his only semi-hard cock, then raised my head to see Mason staring pensively up at the ceiling as he laid there on the crimson sheets of his bed. He was deliciously naked with his Greek God-like musclebound torso on display, his biceps bulging as he had his hands folded behind his head, and his thighs spread wide for me.

"Mason?" I pressed when he showed no sign of hearing me, or of even noticing that I'd stopped teasing him in the way that usually drove him crazy for me and made him putty in my hands.

"Huh?" he murmured, his gaze finally leaving the ceiling and connecting with mine. "Yeah, you know I love you in those leather pants," he said, his eyes roaming over me, my mohawk all mussed from playing with him for the last ten minutes.

"I do know that, yeah. But you're barely reacting to that or what I've been treating you to." I wrapped my fingers around his cock. "You're only sporting a semi."

He shifted on the bed and brought his hands to his face. "I'm sorry, I'm just distracted."

I released his shaft. "Because of Lev?"

"Because of him suddenly being back here with no real explanation."

"He missed us. He needs to finish his degree. His internship came to an end."

"All surface-level excuses."

There it was.

I hadn't seen it from him in a while, because things had been all smooth-sailing.

Well, aside from the whole frat debacle of the last couple of weeks when the sorority heads had come to him with evidence of all the sick shit some bastard members had been up to.

But here it was now out in full force.

A whole load of worry.

That part of him that couldn't let go of even the smallest thing, who took on the responsibility of everything.

Mason was two years older than mine and Lev's twenty-one years, so he'd naturally fallen into the role of our unofficial leader. But it had gotten worse over the years and moved beyond that to the point where he needed to exert control over everything, to make sure nothing and no one could touch us. To do that, it had caused him to also exert control over us, to going to every effort to keep us in line.

That had calmed down during the last year with Levi away.

But now he was back, it seemed Mason was already falling right back into it.

Well, Lev kind of brought it out in him.

It was largely because of the incident that had happened about five years ago.

That fucking nightmare had almost broken all of us, and it had completely fucked with Mason's life, even turning him from his artistic side to a boring-ass law student who was just doing it for his big-shot lawyer daddy.

Maybe with Lev back, despite this concern that it was bringing Mason at the moment, it could ease him back on the real path he belonged on. Lev might cause him grief, but he also inspired with the way he was so passionate and determined to do what he wanted, to live his life how he deemed fit. I was hoping once Mason got past this aspect of Lev's return, that he'd be drawn to that other aspect.

"Even if they are excuses, what does it matter? We have him back with us."

"What does it matter? You know how he is, Colt. I mean, yeah, I'm happy he's here, but if you think that won't come without complications, you're really packing on the denial. He's up to something."

"Well, it has been too easygoing and kind of boring since he's been gone. He does bring the fun."

"Fun?" He scoffed. " Anarchy is more like it."

"Well, he is nicknamed Hellraiser for a reason."

He grunted, then gestured at his dick. "Sorry tonight isn't working out. Maybe call up one of your groupies, have them take the edge off."

"No fucking way. I want you tonight. Although, I could call one of them in to join us if you want? Carly, maybe? Hayley?"

While I was bisexual, Mason identified as heterosexual to the outside world and the only guy he fooled around with was me, and just once in a while. Even when we shared women together, he wouldn't touch me then in front of them because of his issues there.

More repression from him.

He was unbelievably tightly wound.

It was a mixture of him being uncomfortable in his own skin with everything, his father's overbearing influence, and also the fallout from the incident.

"No, I'm not in the mood for anyone else to be here with us." He went to sit up, saying, "I'll go down some liquor and then—"

"No. Only sober with us, remember? I won't have it any other way." And it shouldn't ever be any other way.

"Colt—"

His words caught in his throat as I shucked off my leather pants, my hard cock springing free.

I shoved him up the bed so his legs were no longer half hanging off, then I pounced on him.

"No more thinking. Just feel," I said, a moment before I descended on him with fervent, erotic licks, the stud in my tongue rolling over his pecs, down his chiseled abs, making him undulate beneath me.

"Damn, gorgeous," he groaned, fisting a hand in my hair and angling me where he wanted me, getting into it.

Yeah, he loved it when I was all over him.

Rather than just down by his spread thighs and teasing his cock, he enjoyed being consumed, surrounded by the all-encompassing warmth of skin on skin, the feel of a hard body on his.

I took it further in the next second, rubbing my cock against his inner thigh.

He hissed at the sensation, his fingers tightening to a white-knuckle grip in my hair.

That's right.

While he was immersed in that, I snatched up a condom packet I'd left on the sheets earlier, ripped it open, then rolled it down over my shaft.

Then I grabbed the bottle of lube that I'd used to tease his hole with my curling fingers earlier, and I made my cock nice and slippery.

I broke his hold in my hair and lifted my head as I rose up on him, sliding my cock along his that was now deliciously hard and straining for release.

I ground back and forth until his breathing was strained and ragged, then I teased his hole with my crown.

"Yes," he gasped, rolling his hips and trying to take me in deeper. "Colt."

I eased back and stroked his thighs up and down, staring into his beautiful espresso eyes that were now glazed with pleasure and rapidly escalating need.

"Love it when you whimper my name, darlin'." I added more lube all over my shaft after I'd left a trail all over his when we'd ground together. "Are you gonna open your sweet ass to me, let me hit that spot nice and deep that makes your thighs shake?"

"Fuck, gorgeous, yeah," he breathed. "Give me that big cock."

I breached him, the pressure out of this world as he bore down around my tip.

The sensations were heightened by his eyes rolling back in his head and the way he bit his lip, a sexy groan rumbling from him.

"Ungh, Colt," he uttered as I sank in deeper, real slow and easy, wanting him to feel every inch of me taking his hot ass.

I leaned in and nipped at his jaw, then licked away the sting. "That's right, let it all go."

"Fuck, yes," he moaned as I pushed in the last couple of inches, then settled, waiting for him to adjust.

He turned his head and he licked my lips, then curled his tongue around mine, kissing me sensually, falling under the heady spell we always ended up immersed in when we came together like this.

The moment I felt his tight ass start to relax around my invading cock, I moved, sliding almost all the way out, then teasing him with shallow thrusts.

Our kiss became frantic and he bucked on the bed, reaching around and scratching my back, making me hiss at the awesome light pain coming into play against the pleasure.

He spread his thighs wider, wanting more, and I picked up my pace, taking it deeper until I was slamming into his sweet spot over and over.

"Ah! Fuck me. Fuck, Colt! Fuck!" he roared out into the room.

Goddamn, the way he was losing it had sharp spikes of pleasure assaulting my nerve endings all fucking over.

His reactions always took it to another level for me.

I snagged his hand and wrapped it around his cock, then moved our fingers together, fisting his cock roughly.

I power-fucked him up the bed.

Harder.

Rougher.

Faster and fucking faster until all I could hear were his growls and the slapping of flesh.

His cock was hot to the touch, much like his perfect ass.

Pleasure was building higher, almost making me delirious with it.

I released his hand and watched him take over, matching the roughness I'd used.

Shit, it was a hot-as-hell sight to behold.

"Yeah, rough up that big cock for me, darlin'."

"Ungh… Jesus… yeah!"

I angled my cock slightly and it pushed him right over the edge.

"Hell fucking fuck!" he roared, a moment before he stiffened then came all over himself in a hell of a mouthwatering sticky mess.

I was right behind him as he milked my cock, squeezing so deliciously, ecstasy took me.

As I pumped my cum deep in his ass, the sight of his own stickiness all over his stomach sparked that dirtiness in me and as I pulled out, I sat back between his thighs and slicked my fingers in my hot cum trying to leak down his ass crack.

I gathered it and started to push it back in, delighting in Mason trembling from the oversensitivity.

The door flew open and Levi strolled in the very next second fully dressed in his go-to black camo pants and his hoodie.

He smirked as he caught sight of me between Mason's spread thighs, my fingers in his ass pushing my cum back inside, while Mason was lying spent after making a sticky mess all over his abs.

Lev focused on that last part. "That's a lot of cum. Been playing the abstinence game for way too long again, Mason?"

Mason grunted and went to pull the covers up to shield his naked body from Lev's view, but I was there in the next second before he could. "We're not completely done, darlin'," I said, as I leaned in and started licking up all the cum off his abs and some leaking down his shaft.

"Ah, shit," he groaned, his thighs shaking in that sexy way.

When I was finished, I pulled the covers up to conceal his nakedness, and, holding them to his chest, he eased into a sitting position.

I was just pulling on my leather pants when Levi jumped on the bed beside Mason and leaned back with his hands clasped behind his head. "Right there with you on the dry spell situation."

Mason frowned. "Impossible."

"Yeah, Mason told me you've been street fighting again since you came back. Figured you'd be inundated with those fight bunnies," I said, settling on my back at the foot of the bed and turning my head toward them as I chilled and basked in the rest of the afterglow.

"I was. Sammy had a great homecoming for me. After that first business-only fight, anyway." He shrugged. "I didn't feel like it, though. Not for the last year, actually."

Mason and I exchanged a look.

That was… off.

Levi Knight wasn't exactly one to turn down admiration or worship—in any form.

We had that shit in common.

"Want me to throw you one?" I asked, grinning at him. "Give me a couple of minutes, and I'll get right on it. I assume you'll wanna top?"

He grinned right back at me. "Appreciated, cupcake, but you know it's not my scene."

I chuckled.

"Love it when I call you that, huh?"

" Sweet as icing sugar and just as appealing to the masses too," I said, reciting his own words back to him.

He winked. "Damn straight you are, brother."

Mason glared at him. "You're buttering him up."

Lev removed one of his hands from behind his head and slapped it to his heart. "I'm hurt, Mason. Accusing me of not being genuine, especially to our sweetheart here."

Mason rolled his eyes. "Lev."

"I'm serious. Are you still sore because the nickname I use for you is Killjoy?"

"Best stick with his Hex nickname," I suggested.

"When I see the infamous Scourge back in action, I will," he said, the challenge in his tone not lost on me, and definitely not on Mason, judging by the stone-faced look he gave him. All my hard work relaxing him was quickly being undone.

I pushed into a sitting position and refocused the conversation before the antagonism ramped up even further, asking Lev, "Why are you fully dressed? We figured you'd crashed a couple of hours ago."

"I had. I woke up. Took a ride."

"What?" Mason said. "The security system didn't sound indicating you'd come in and out."

"Of course not. It's my system. I have full control. I wasn't gonna risk it disturbing the two of you."

"More like you didn't want us knowing you'd left in the middle of the night."

Lev blew right past that accusation and said, "I came back a few minutes ago and I was gonna crash, but then I heard you two were still up." He smirked at us. "Literally."

I chuckled.

Mason shook his head in dismay.

"Then I heard Mason's usual ‘Hell fucking fuck!' when he climaxes, so I knew you guys were done, so I could come in here. I thought it would be the best time with Mason at his most relaxed, but clearly that's an impossible feat." He eyed me. "Even with your sexual talents in play."

"Jesus, Lev, what the fuck do you want? We're looking to crash, don't draw it out. Or , novel idea… wait until tomorrow at a more appropriate hour? Hmm?"

"No can do. I want to know now. About Hex."

"It's been a couple of days since you asked, only a couple of days since we reunited."

"Yeah, exactly. Two whole days and still no decision from you."

"And I'm the one with ADHD," I said.

"Lev is a whole other thing," Mason groused.

"Either way, what's the word?" Lev pushed, completely unaffected by any personal slights as usual.

"Fine. We'll get Hex back up and running," Mason told him. "You were right about that frat issue, for one thing. And another, it'll at least serve to keep you occupied. With it being Hex , I can also keep a close eye on you too."

Lev ruffled his hair. "Sure, we'll go with that." He pushed off the bed. "Good decision. Can't wait."

I went to move into his vacated spot beside Mason, but Lev told me, "I need a favor, if you're up for it."

"So you were buttering him up," Mason accused.

"I was calling it like it is. But I wanted to run something by him, yeah. The other reason I came in here."

"What's up?" I asked, sounding way too eager to be part of one of Lev's plans that usually involved a shitload of fun and some major adrenaline high too. Right up my alley.

There was a glint in his eye as he registered my favorable reaction.

"Brianna Walker. You've crossed paths with her, yes?"

I thought for a moment.

"The app queen?" Mason asked.

"Ah, but that's not how Colt knows her." He eyed me. "Is it?"

"Nah, girl's got one hell of a voice."

"Right. Karaoke night at Nirvana." Mason said.

"Yeah, she came in with her friend who's helped me out with some promotional stuff before, and she got up and sang. Girl even looked stone-cold sober when she did it—that takes guts for non-professionals."

"What do you say to considering a duet?" Lev proposed.

"What?"

"An edgy ballad, perhaps."

Huh. "Could be ace."

"Why?" Mason demanded, before I could say much more about it.

"She sparked my interest when I saved her from one of your frat assholes at that party a couple of days ago. But with my rep and given how skittish that crap fest made her, it's doubtful she's gonna be receptive to me making my interest known directly. I need a little something to soften things before I approach her. Get her here and I'll take it from there."

"Wait, so there won't really be a duet?"

"That's up to you. I just want her here with nowhere to run to or make excuses out of fear. The rest is up to you—just keep it friendly, nothing more."

" Nowhere to run to ?" Mason said. "Sounds like the stuff toxic and twisted romances are made of."

"Well, you know me, Killjoy."

Mason growled low in his throat.

Completely ignoring that, or maybe not even registering it at all, Lev asked me, "Well? You up for this?"

"It's been a long time since I've been involved in a Levi Knight sponsored plan. Count me in."

"Colt—" Mason started.

"It'll be fine. Plus, if there are any issues that crop up, you're here anyway, right?"

"Dammit, fine."

"Nice," Lev said. "Thanks, cupcake."

"No worries."

As he turned to go, Mason called out, "What's the real deal with you and this girl?"

"I told you. She sparked my interest."

Before he turned his back and headed to the door, we both caught that dangerous dark look in his eyes.

It had Mason worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, while, for me, excitement bloomed for the first time in a long fucking while.

Things definitely weren't boring when Lev was around.

And it looked like he was about to prove that really quickly.

Welcome home, Hellraiser.