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Young Man at the Wedding - Part 2
After the dinner, I made sure to leave the table first. The entire dining hall seemed to be buzzing with conversation and laughter, but my mind was solely focused on Nicholas. I watched as he excused himself, his movements deliberate and controlled despite the earlier events. I gave Danielle a brief kiss on the cheek before heading to the bathroom, leaving her deep in conversation with Kelly and Thomas, discussing tomorrow's nuptials.
In the bathroom, I disposed of the napkin and washed my hands thoroughly, the remnants of Nicholas release swirling down the drain. I took a moment to compose myself, adjusting my tie and running a hand through my hair. The thrill of what I had just done coursed through my veins, my cock still semi-hard and aching for release. I would have to take care of that later. I looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes meeting mine, a predatory gleam shining in the dim light of the bathroom. I had always been discreet, always careful. But there was something about Nicholas that brought out a primal side of me, a side that demanded satisfaction.
I left the bathroom, my steps measured and calm, my exterior betraying none of the turmoil within. I found Danielle still talking to Kelly and Thomas, their laughter carrying through the hall. I slipped an arm around Danielle's waist, pulling her close. They were discussing the ceremony, which would be held in the gardens the following afternoon.
"Sounds like everything is coming together beautifully," I said, planting a kiss on Danielle's cheek. She beamed at me.
"It really does," she agreed. "Kelly has done such an amazing job planning everything. And Thomas looks so handsome in his tux."
Thomas grinned at the mention of his name, his eyes never leaving Kelly's. They were a perfect pair, both tall, athletic, and strikingly good-looking. But neither had Nicholas appeal. We were approached by Angela.
"Kelly, dear, have you seen Nicholas? He was awfully quiet after dinner."
Kelly rolled her eyes, her voice laced with disdain.
"Oh, Mother, stop worrying about him. I'm sure he's just hiding in the shadows, feeling sorry for himself as usual."
Angela turned to Danielle, her expression softening as she continued,
"No offense, Danielle, but Nicholas has always been... quite uncertain. He just doesn't have the drive or ambition that my other children have." Danielle offered a sympathetic smile, her voice soft.
"It's only natural for siblings to be different, isn't it? Perhaps Nicholas just needs some time to find his way."
Kelly scoffed, her eyes flashing with an undercurrent of animosity.
"Time is the last thing Nicholas needs. He's already wasting enough of it as it is. I mean, how many people do you know who drop out of university and then just... sit around? He's lazy, that's what he is."
Angela's expression darkened somewhat at her daughter's words, but she said nothing to counter them. Instead, she turned to me, her eyes searching.
"Colin, perhaps you could speak to him, see if he's alright? Nicholas seems to admire you. He listened to you intently at dinner."
I gave her a reassuring smile.
"Of course, I'll see what I can do. Perhaps he just needs someone to talk to."
Danielle chimed in, her voice gentle and empathetic.
"I'm sure Colin can help, Angela. He has a way with people."
She looked up at me, her green eyes reflecting a trust in my abilities. I nodded, my hand still resting on her waist. If only she knew...
"I'll be happy to have a chat with him, Angela."
I spotted him across the room, standing by the French windows, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans. He looked lost, his gaze fixed on the dark garden outside. I excused myself from the group and made my way over to him, my footsteps silent on the plush carpet. As I approached, I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his body was turned away from the rest of the guests, as if he wanted to be anywhere but here. I came up behind him.
"Quite the view," I murmured, my voice low and soft.
He started slightly at the sound of my voice, his body tensing before he turned to face me. His eyes were glassy, his cheeks flushed, and I could see the anxiety written all over his face.
"Mr. Harper," he said.
"Call me Colin," I said, stepping closer to him.
I could see the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, the way his hands clenched into fists in his pockets. He was on edge, and I liked it.
"I hope you enjoyed the... dinner," I said.
He blushed deeply, his eyes darting away from mine.
"Yeah, it was... nice."
I stepped closer, my body almost touching his. I could see the goosebumps rising on his skin. He was turned on, and he was trying his best to hide it. But I could smell it on him, could see it in the way his pupils dilated.
"You know, Nicholas, I'm really good at making things... nice," I murmured. "I bet I could make tonight even better for you."
He shivered, his breath coming in quick gasps. I looked around, but no one seemed to notice us. I reached down and grabbed his wrist, pulling it out of his pocket. I lifted it to my mouth, my lips brushing against the sensitive skin on the inside of his wrist. His pulse was racing. I bit down gently on the inside of his wrist, just hard enough to leave a mark. His skin was incredibly soft. He pulled his hand back.
"What are you doing? Someone might see us."
"Everyone here just cares about themselves. But I care about you." I said, my voice low and intense as I leaned in, my lips brushing against his ear. "I care about your pleasure, Nicholas. I care about making you feel good."
I soon had him, but not yet. He was still unsure. He smelled of soap and sunshine, with a hint of something sweet, like a freshly cut apple. I inhaled deeply, my cock straining against my trousers. I could taste his nervousness, his uncertainty.
"You want this, don't you, Nicholas?" I whispered, my lips brushing against his ear. "You wanted this at the dinner table. You wanted me to touch you."
"You are married," he whispered.
"I don't give a fuck if I'm married." I hissed. "And you shouldn't either."
"We shouldn't be doing this."
I looked around the room again, and decided to gamble on this. By now, I was so horny that I didn't care about caution. I leaned in, as to whisper something, but instead gently bit down on his earlobe . He gasped and tensed, but I held him in place with my strong arms.
"Look at me, Nicholas," I demanded, my voice low and threatening. He turned his head, his blue eyes wide with fear and excitement. "You're going to let me have my way with you tonight, aren't you?"
"Yes," he breathed.
"Yes, what?" I asked, my hand making its way back down to his crotch, gently rubbing him through his jeans.
"Yes, sir," he replied.
A grin spread across my face.
"Good boy. Now, come with me." I said, taking Nicholas hand and leading him away from the crowd. "We need some privacy."
I glanced around, making sure no one saw us leave. Danielle was laughing at some joke Thomas said, and Kelly was nowhere to be seen. We slipped away from the main room, down a quiet hallway lined with doors. I spotted an empty guest room, the lights off, the door ajar. I pushed it open further, revealing a dark, inviting space.
I closed the door behind us and locked it. I pushed him against the cold wall, his back arching as he gasped. I could see the bulge in his jeans, hard and eager. I ran a hand down his chest, feeling the smooth, taut muscle beneath his shirt.
"You want this, don't you, Nicholas?" I growled into his ear. "You want my cock inside you, don't you?"
"You shouldn't... We shouldn't..."
I cut him off by pushing him roughly against the wall, my chest pressing against his. I could feel his heart racing through his thin shirt. I leaned in, my lips licking his ear.
"I don't give a fuck about should or shouldn't, Nicholas. I want you, and I'm going to fucking have you."
He shivered under my touch, his breath coming in short gasps.
"But... but what about your wife?" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
I chuckled darkly, my hand roaming up to grasp his chin, forcing him to look at me.
"Danielle is a sweet woman, Nicholas, but she doesn't satisfy me the way I want to be satisfied," I said, my voice a low, filthy growl. "And right now, I want you. I want to feel your tight little body wrapped around my cock. So, we're not going to talk about my wife. Understand?"
He nodded weakly, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire. I took his chin in my hand and turned his face towards me. I kissed him forcefully, my tongue invading his mouth, claiming him. He gasped but didn't pull away. I could taste the wine on his lips, a sweet and bitter combination that made my cock throb. I bit down on his lower lip, hard enough to make him wince, but not enough to break the skin.
"Fuck, you taste so good," I murmured.
I broke the kiss and began to unbutton his shirt. He was trembling under my touch, but he didn't resist. I unbuttoned his shirt slowly, revealing his smooth, hairless chest. I ran my hands over his torso, admiring the body of a young man, so different than a woman's, hard edges and firm muscles. He was lean and toned, his skin soft and pale. I pushed the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Nicholas chest heaved with each breath, his eyes never leaving mine.
I traced the line of his jaw with my thumb, his stubble rough against my skin. I leaned in and kissed him again, this time slowly and deeply, my tongue exploring his mouth. I could feel him relaxing against me, his hands reaching up to grab onto my shoulders. I tasted the fear in him, but there was desire too, and that was all that mattered right now. I traced the contours of his abs, and the Adonis belt that framed his hips. I popped the button on his jeans and pulled down the zipper. His cock was already hard, straining against the fabric of his boxers, a dark stain spreading from the head. Fuck, he was a beautiful sight, all nervous anxiety and pent-up need. I wanted to break him open and get inside him, but I wasn't going to rush it.
"Fuck, Nicholas," I groaned, my voice low and gravelly. "You're even more beautiful than I imagined."
My eyes were eyes roaming over his body, drinking in every inch of him. Nicholas cheeks flushed a deep crimson, his eyes flicking away from mine.
"I don't know what to say," he whispered.
I reached down and grabbed his cock through his boxers, giving it a firm squeeze. He gasped, his hips bucking forward, his body trembling under my touch.
"Don't say anything," I growled, my voice low and commanding. "Just let me have you."
I pulled down his jeans completely, down to his calves. He stepped out of them, now completely naked except for his tenting boxers. I admired his body, the curve of his hips, the hard line of his thighs, the way he trembled slightly under my gaze.
"Look at you, Nicholas. So fucking beautiful." I took a step closer, my hand wrapping around his cock through his boxers. "I can't wait to get inside you."
He let out a shaky breath, his eyes locked on mine.
"I've never done this before," he admitted, a hint of fear in his voice.
I leaned in, my lips brushing against his ear.
"Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of you. Just let me have what I want."
His body quivered beneath my touch, and I could see his cock straining against the boxers, desperate for release. I hooked my thumbs into his waistband and pushed his underwear down, revealing his hard, naked cock. It was a beautiful sight, young and proud, with a slight curve upward. I stroked it slowly, my fingers wrapping around the shaft. Nicholas let out a soft moan.
"Trust me, Nicholas. I know what I'm doing," I murmured, my voice low and soothing.
I was still dressed in my suit and tie, my cock straining against the confines of my trousers. I moved my hand up and down his cock, feeling it grow even harder in my grip.
"Yeah?" he whispered, his voice a shaky breath.
"Yeah," I confirmed. "I've done this before, Nicholas. I know how to make it good for both of us."
I started to stroke him faster, my thumb rubbing over the sensitive head of his cock, spreading the precum that was leaking from the tip. Nicholas was gasping now, his head thrown back against the wall, his body trembling with each stroke. I saw the flush spreading across his chest and stomach.
"Undress me," I commanded, my voice low and demanding.
His hands shook as he unbuttoned my suit jacket and slid it off my shoulders. He tossed it aside, his eyes searching mine for approval. I nodded.
"Good boy," I murmured. "Now my tie."
Nicholas fingers fumbled with the knot of my silk tie, his breath coming in short gasps. I saw the tremor in his hands. He pulled the tie loose, letting it fall to the floor as he worked on the buttons of my shirt. I felt his breath on my chest as he leaned in, his lips brushing against my skin as he opened each button.
"Hurry up, Nicholas," I growled, my voice low and impatient. "I want to feel your mouth on me."
He quickened his pace, his fingers shaking as he hurried to expose my hairy chest. His eyes widened slightly as they took in the dark, wiry hairs that covered my torso, a stark contrast to his smooth, pale skin. I caught his gaze, holding it as I pushed the shirt off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
"There you go, Nicholas," I said, my voice a low, husky growl. "Feel it for yourself."
He reached out tentatively, his fingers tracing the line of hair that disappeared into the waistband of my trousers. His touch was light, almost reverent, and I could feel my cock throbbing in anticipation.
"It's... so different," he murmured.
"You like it?" I asked, my hand covering his, pressing it harder against my chest. "That's how a real man feels."
I guided his hand lower, letting him feel the firm bulge in my trousers. He swallowed hard, his eyes flicking up to mine.
"Now, Nicholas, I want you to undress me completely. And while you're doing it, I want you to think about what you're going to do with that pretty little mouth of yours."
He hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting to the door before looking back at me. He started to undo the belt of my trousers, his fingers trembling slightly as he pulled it loose. I watched him, my cock straining against the confines of my boxers, eager for release.
"That's it, Nicholas," I murmured, my voice low and encouraging. "You're doing so well. Now, unbutton my fly."
He did as he was told, his fingers brushing against my cock as he worked the buttons free. I could feel the heat of his touch, even through the fabric of my boxers. His eyes were wide and nervous as he unbuttoned my fly.
"That's it, Nicholas," I encouraged him, my voice low and husky. "You're doing just fine."
The fact we were doing this in the house where his parents and my wife were still celebrating downstairs made everything so much hotter. We both knew we could be caught at any moment. And that was the icing on the cake.
"Come on, baby," I urged him, "I want to feel your mouth on me."
He knelt down in front of me, his naked body shivering slightly as he pulled down my trousers. He pushed them down along with my boxers, letting my cock springing free, hard and eager. Nicholas took a deep breath, his eyes flicking up to meet mine.
"You're... big," he murmured.
It was true. Danielle had sometimes complained that I was too big for her, that it hurt when we made love. But Nicholas seemed eager, his eyes widening slightly as he took in the sight of me.
"Suck it, Nicholas," I growled, my voice low and insistent. "Take me in that pretty little mouth of yours."
Nicholas hesitantly reached out, his fingers tentatively wrapping around the base of my cock. He licked his lips, his eyes never leaving mine as he leaned in, his breath hot on my skin. Slowly, so fucking slowly, his mouth opened, and he took the head of my cock into his mouth. I let out a low, guttural groan, my hips bucking forward, my cock sliding deeper into his warm, wet mouth.
"That's it, baby," I murmured, my voice low and encouraging.
God, the feeling was amazing. His mouth was so moist, his tongue swirling around the head of my cock as he took me in deeper. I groaned, my hand going to the back of his head, my fingers tangling in his soft, blond hair. I guided him, showing him how to take me deeper, how to suck me harder. He was learning fast, his hips wiggling on the floor, his own cock hard and dangling between his knees. I wanted to see it, wanted to see him pleasure himself while he sucked me off.
"Touch yourself, Nicholas. Show me how much you like having my cock in your mouth."
Nicholas moaned around my cock, his hand wrapping around his own length, stroking himself slowly as he sucked me off. The sight of him, kneeling before me, his hand working his cock while he took mine into his mouth, was almost too much. I groaned, my hips thrusting forward, fucking his mouth harder.
"That's it, baby," I murmured, my voice rough with desire. "Take it all. Take my fucking cock."
He gagged slightly, his eyes watering as he took me deeper, his hand working his cock faster. I could feel the pleasure building, the tension coiling in my balls. I wanted to come, but I wanted to feel his tight, virgin ass around my cock first. I pulled out of his mouth with a pop, my cock glistening with his saliva.
"Get up, Nicholas," I commanded, my voice rough with desire. "I want to feel your ass."
He stood, his body trembling slightly as he looked at me, his cock hard and leaking precum onto the floor. I reached out and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at me.
"I'm going to fuck you, Nicholas," I growled, my voice low and intense. "I'm going to fuck that tight little ass of yours until you scream."
He swallowed hard, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire.
"But... but I've never..." he stuttered.
"I know, baby," I said, my voice softening slightly. "And I'm going to make it good for you. I promise."
I pulled him in for a kiss, my tongue invading his mouth, claiming him. I could taste my precum on his tongue and it made me even harder. I grabbed his ass, squeezing it roughly, feeling the firm globes in my hands. He moaned into my mouth, his hips pressing against mine. I broke the kiss, my breath ragged.
"Turn around," I commanded.
He did as he was told, his back to me, his ass thrust out. I admired the view, his smooth, pale skin, the curve of his ass, the way his body trembled slightly. I ran my hands over his ass, feeling the firm muscles beneath the soft skin. I smacked his ass, hard, leaving a red handprint on his cheek. He gasped, his body tensing.
I could see the red mark blooming on his pale skin, and it sent a thrill through me. I smacked his other cheek, equally hard, eliciting another gasp.
"Fuck, your ass looks so good," I groaned, my hands kneading his firm flesh. "I can't wait to fuck this tight little hole."
I stepped closer, my cock rubbing against the crack of his ass. Nicholas pressed his forehead against the wall, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I reached around and grabbed his cock, giving it a few firm strokes. It was rock hard, leaking precum onto my hand. Fuck, I needed lube. I couldn't fuck this virgin raw, not yet. I wanted to, but I'd be damned if I was going to hurt him. I spotted a bottle of body lotion on the dresser and grabbed it, squirting a generous amount onto my fingers. I rubbed them together, warming the lotion before spreading it onto my cock, slicking it up nicely.
Nicholas was still braced against the wall, his breath coming in short gasps. I could see the faint tremble in his muscles, the way he was clenching and unclenching his fists. His cock was still hard and leaking. I fucked his ass crack with my cock, the lotion making my movements smooth and easy. Nicholas gasped, his body tensing against the wall.
"Relax, baby," I murmured, my voice low and soothing. "You need to relax for this to feel good."
I reached around and started to stroke his cock again, faster this time, my grip tight. He moaned, his hips moving in time with my hand. I could feel his body starting to relax, his muscles loosening.
"That's it, Nicholas. Just let go and feel it."
I rubbed more lotion on my cock , making sure it was well-coated. I wanted this to be as easy and as pleasurable for him as possible. I positioned myself behind him, my cock lined up with his ass. I placed my hands on his hips, my fingers digging into his soft flesh.
"This is going to feel so good, baby," I whispered into his ear. "Just take a deep breath and push out a little."
I pushed the head of my cock against his virgin hole, feeling the resistance. I pushed harder, feeling him stretch around me. Nicholas gasped, his body tensing.
"Shit, it hurts," he gasped.
"I know, baby," I murmured, my voice soothing. "Just give it a second. You'll get used to it."
I held still, allowing him to adjust to the intrusion. He took a deep breath, his body relaxing slightly. I took that as a sign to push further. I slid my cock in an inch, feeling the tight heat of his virgin hole. Nicholas moaned, a mix of pain and pleasure.
"Fuck, you feel so tight," I groaned, my hands gripping his hips tighter.
I pushed in further, another inch, then another. It was the best ass I had ever had, tight and warm and fucking perfect. Nicholas was panting, his hands braced against the wall, his knuckles white. reached down and started to stroke his cock again, slick with precum, his balls tight and full.
"Just let me have you. Let me make you feel good."
Nicholas took a deep breath, and I felt his muscles relax somewhat. I took advantage of it, sliding my cock in deeper, filling him completely. He gasped, his body tensing again.
"Fucking Christ", he yelled out.
I smirked and pushed him further.
"You're doing great, Nicholas. Just breathe and push out."
He did as I told him, and I felt him relax a little more. I pushed my cock deeper, filling him completely. His body was trembling, his breath coming in sharp gasps. I could feel the sweat on his back, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed as he tried to adjust to the feeling of my massive cock inside him.
"Fuck, Nicholas, you feel so good. You are better than any pussy," I groaned.
"Oh, god..."
I wasn't lying. Compared to Danielle's limp, lifeless cunt, Nicholas ass was a fucking revelation. Tight, hot, and squeezing my cock like a fucking vice. I'd never felt anything so good in my life. I gripped his hips tighter, my fingers digging into his soft flesh as I pulled back and thrust forward, fucking him hard.
"That's it, Nicholas," I groaned, my voice low and rough with desire. "Take my cock. Take it all."
Nicholas was panting now, his breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps. He was taking me, all of me, his body stretching to accommodate my size. I could feel the resistance, the tight ring of muscle fighting to keep me out, but he was relaxing, little by little, letting me in. I looked down between our bodies. Nicholas smooth, pale back curved down to his firm, round ass, my cock disappearing into him, glistening with lotion and spit. The contrast to my hairy abs and chest was fucking intoxicating. I started to lose control, my hips slamming into him harder, deeper. I wanted to hear what he sounded like when he was in real pain, when he was pushed to his limit.
"Oh fuck, oh...fuck, fuck, fuck... Oh God, oh God..."
I wrapped my arms around his chest, pulling him tight as my hips began to move faster. I nibbled on his shoulder, my teeth sinking into his soft skin as I fucked him harder. His small cries were incredibly arousing. The fact that I was his first, that he'd never been touched like this before, was an intoxicating thought. I wanted to make it last, but my body was demanding release. I guided him towards the bed.
"Lie down, Nicholas," I growled into his ear, my voice rough with desire. "I want to fuck you properly."
He complied, his body falling onto the mattress with a soft bounce. I climbed onto the bed after him, covering his body with mine. I lifted his legs and hooked them over my shoulders, exposing him completely to me. I could see every inch of him, from his toned stomach to his smooth, pale thighs. He was completely at my mercy, and it was a heady feeling.
"You're mine now, Nicholas," I growled, my voice low and commanding. "All mine."
I reached down and grabbed my cock, rubbing it against his hole, teasing him. He gasped, his body tensing beneath me. I leaned down and kissed him hard, silencing his protests. With a groan, I pushed into him again, his body tensing beneath mine as I filled him completely. He gasped into my mouth, his nails digging into my back. I pulled back, looking into his eyes, his breath coming in shallow gasps.
"You OK, Nicholas?" I asked.
His eyes were filled with a mix of pain and desire, his body still tight around my cock.
"Yeah," he nodded. "Just... just give me a second."
I nodded, my hand reaching down to stroke his cock, giving it a few firm pulls. He moaned, his hips moving in time with my hand, his body starting to relax. I could feel his cock hardening in my grip, his body responding to the pleasure even as he adjusted to the pain. I watched him, my eyes locked onto his, as I began to move, my hips pulling back and thrusting forward, fucking him harder.
"That's it, Nicholas," I growled, my voice low and commanding. Take it like a good boy."
I could see the flash of fear in his eyes, the way his body tensed as I spoke, but I also saw the desire. He wanted this. He wanted me. And I was going to give it to him. I thrust deeper, harder, my hips slapping against his ass. He was so beautiful beneath me, his body stretched out, his eyes closed, his mouth open in a silent scream. I wanted to hear him, wanted to hear the sounds he made as I fucked him. I reached down and grabbed his chin, forcing his head up, forcing him to look at me.
"Open your eyes, Nicholas," I commanded, my voice low and rough. "I want to see you. I want you to see me fucking you."
He opened his eyes, his gaze locked onto mine as I continued to thrust into him. I could see the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes, the way his breath hitched as I hit that spot inside him that made him gasp. I held his gaze, my hips moving faster, my cock pounding into him, claiming him, making him mine.
"That's it, Nicholas," I growled, my voice low and intense. "Look at me. Watch me fuck you."
His hands traveled up to my chest, his fingers digging into my hair as he gasped.
"Fuck, Colin..."
"Good boy," I praised him.
He worshiped my pecs , exploring every inch of muscle, running his fingers through the dark, wiry hair that covered them. I watched him, my cock throbbing inside his tight hole, eager for release.
"I'm gonna come in you," I warned.
"Oh, god..." Nicholas gasped, his fingers digging into my chest, his nails raking against my skin.
"Yeah, baby. I'm gonna fill you up with my come. You're gonna feel it, aren't you? Deep inside your tight little ass."
He nodded, panting, his body tensing beneath me. I could feel the pleasure building in my balls, the tension coiling tighter and tighter. I reached down and grabbed Nicholas cock, wrapping my hand around the shaft and giving it a firm stroke. He gasped, his hips bucking up to meet my hand, his body desperate for release. I stroked him faster. Nicholas was panting now, his body tensing beneath me, his eyes locked onto mine. I was leathering, my breaths shallow as I stroked him faster, his cock hard and eager in my hand.
"Your ass feels so good, baby. So fucking tight."
He was moaning now, his head thrashing against the pillow, his body writhing under mine. I wasn't able to contain it any longer. With a savage growl, I felt the first shot of my come explode from my cock, filling Nicholas ass with my seed. I thrust deep into him, my cock pulsing and throbbing as wave after wave of come surged out of me. Nicholas was crying out beneath me, his own body convulsing as his orgasm hit him like an electric shock. I could feel his cock pulsing in my hand, spurting hot come as he came hard.
I collapsed on top of him, my body slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. I could feel my cock still pulsing inside him, my come leaking out and coating his insides. I rolled off him, my cock slipping out of his ass with a wet pop. Nicholas lay there, panting and trembling, his body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. I had made a mess of him, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at that. I ran a hand down his chest, admiring the way his body shuddered beneath my touch.
"Fuck, Nicholas," I murmured, my voice rough with satisfaction. "You were amazing."
He looked well-fucked, lying like a rag doll among the crumpled sheets. I ran a hand down his chest, admiring the sweat-soaked skin, the reddened nipples. My come was leaking out of his ass, coating his insides and beginning to seep out. I liked the sight of my come dripping from his fuckhole. We had really made a mess of this guest bedroom. Anyone could walk in and see the wreckage of it, the sweat and the come and the rumpled sheets. But even more worryingly, the smell of sex was thick in the air. If one of the family members or Danielle herself were to walk in, they'd know we'd been up to no good.
"Shit," I muttered, sitting up and looking around the room.
The window was open, a slight breeze blowing in, carrying with it the faint sounds of laughter and music from the party downstairs. I could hear the distant clinking of glasses and the muffled sounds of a band playing. It was a warm night, but I still shivered at the thought of someone coming in and catching us like this. I had always been discrete about my affairs, but this was different. This was risky. And dangerous. I liked it.
"We should probably get cleaned up," I said, my voice low. "We can't have anyone walking in on us."
Nicholas nodded, his breath still coming in short gasps. He sat up slowly, his body stiff and sore. I watched him as he stood up, my come dripping down his thighs. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at the sight.
"I'll get the towel," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
He walked over to the bathroom, his body still trembling slightly. I grabbed my clothes and got dressed. I could hear the muffled sounds of the party downstairs as it was winding up. Nicholas had returned with towels, and started to clean himself off. I wiped the cum stains from the sheets and looked around the room for any other signs of our activities. The lotion bottle lay on the floor by the bed, and there were some brown stains on the sheet. Whatever, I thought. There was no time to clean up fully. He stood there, naked, looking at me with wide eyes. I could see the fear in them.
"Colin, what if someone finds out?" he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
I walked over to him, pulling him into a tight hug. His body was trembling.
"It's okay, Nicholas," I said, my voice low and soothing. "I'll leave first and you go afterwards. We can't be seen leaving together."
Nicholas nodded against my chest. I pulled away from him, my gaze taking in the sight of him, naked and beautiful in the soft light of the room. I leaned down and kissed him, a soft, tender kiss.
"I'll see you tomorrow at tennis," I murmured. "We can talk more then."
He nodded, his lips brushing mine in a lingering kiss before I left the room, closing the door softly behind me. I adjusted my tie, smoothing out any wrinkles, and checked my hair in the hallway mirror. I looked the same as I had earlier, but I felt different. I felt alive, charged with a new energy. I had tasted something new, something forbidden, and it had only whetted my appetite.
"Where have you been?" Danielle asked as I entered our guest bed room .
She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her phone in hand, a concerned look on her face.
"I, uh, I stepped out to get some air," I said, keeping my voice steady, not wanting to raise her suspicions.
"You could have at least told me," she said, her voice a little sharper than usual.
I sat down next to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"I'm sorry, Danielle. I talked to Nicholas like you wanted."
"I hadn't intended for it to last the whole evening. I missed you, Colin."
She leaned into my touch.
"I'm here now," I said, a smirk playing at the corner of my mouth.
I'd just fucked the son of the house. I had pushed him against the wall and owned him. The thought sent a thrill through me.
"How was the rest of the evening?" I asked.
I was keenly aware of the dampness on my trousers, the drying cum on my stomach and thighs.
"It was... interesting." She stood, pulling me into a hug. "Angela is... intense. I can't believe she hired a live harpist for the ceremony. So pretentious. I told her about our villa in Cote D'Azur. She was duly impressed."
"I can imagine. They seem quite snobbish. I hope you didn't invite them there," I said.
"Kelly and Thomas did. I wasn't going to say no."
"Are you kidding me? You invited the whole family?"
She sighed.
"They've paid for this entire wedding. What was I supposed to do, not invite them?"
"Hopefully they just thought you were polite."
Our summer house were my haven. The thought of that privacy being invaded this summer was unsettling. Danielle crept closer to me on the bed, her hands caressing my chest.
"I'm sorry, honey... You're tense," she commented.
"Just thinking about the wedding tomorrow," I lied, my hand reaching up to tangle in her hair.
"I'm sure it will be nice. Thomas is very happy with Kelly."
I grunted in agreement, my mind still reeling from the encounter with Nicholas. I knew I should feel guilty, but I didn't. I had always been a selfish man, putting my own desires above all else. And right now, my desire was for Nicholas. Danielle snuggled up to me, her green eyes searching mine.
"Is everything okay, Colin? You seem... preoccupied."
I forced a smile, my hand still tangled in her hair.
"Just tired, love. It's been a long day."
She pouted slightly, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw.
"I missed you tonight. I was hoping we could... reconnect. It's been so long since we've been intimate."
My stomach clenched at the thought, but I kept my expression neutral. I could still feel the heat of Nicholas body, the way he had gasped as I filled him, the way his muscles had clenched around me. I had never felt anything like it before. I had never taken a virgin before, and the thought of it was intoxicating. Danielle pressed a kiss to my lips, her hand moving to my chest, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles.
"I love you, Colin," she murmured against my mouth. "I just want us to be closer again. Like we used to be."
Her body revolted me. I could still taste Nicholas as I tongue kissed him, feel his tight ass clenching around my cock. I couldn't bear the thought of being inside her, not after him. But I had to play this right, had to keep up appearances. I would have Nicholas again, but I couldn't risk Danielle finding out. I had to keep her close, keep her happy.
"It's late, honey. How about we just get some sleep?" I said, trying to hide the disgust I felt.
I didn't want her hands on me, didn't want her mouth on me. Danielle moved away from me, looking disappointed.
"But I thought..."
"Not tonight, love. We've both had a long day," I said, my voice firm. "We'll have plenty of time to talk tomorrow."
Danielle sighed but didn't argue. She stood up and started getting ready for bed, her back to me as she slipped out of her dress. I got to the bathroom to clean up the dried up remains of the fuck. I changed into my pajamas, smiling to myself in the mirror.
When I returned to the room, Danielle was already under the covers, her eyes closed, but I could tell she wasn't asleep. I got into bed next to her, keeping a safe distance, and turned off the bedside lamp.
"Colin?" she said, her voice soft in the darkness. I replied, trying to keep the edge out of my voice.
"I just want to know if everything is okay between us."
"Everything is fine, Danielle. Let's sleep." I mumbled, turning to face away from her.
I heard her sigh but didn't look back. The scent of Nicholas was still on my skin. I closed my eyes, trying to will my body to relax. But I couldn't. I was still so wired. Danielle shifted next to me, her breath evening out into the steady rhythm of sleep. I envied her ability to just drift off like that. I, on the other hand, was wide awake, my mind racing with thoughts of Nicholas.