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Young Man at the Wedding -- part 6
We didn't talk much on the way back to the villa. Nicholas sat with his hands folded in his lap, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. I stole glances at him, his lips still swollen from sucking my cock, his cheeks still flushed with arousal. I wished I could say something to him, but the situation between hadn't really changed.
"I'm sorry..." he whispered.
"It's OK. I wanted it too. But I can't do it again."
Was I lying to myself? We finally arrived at the villa . The sun had set, casting a warm glow over the Mediterranean. I saw Danielle on the terrace, her wine glass in hand, her eyes scanning the beach. I climbed out of the car, closing the door softly behind me. Nicholas followed, his steps hesitant, his eyes on the ground. Danielle turned to us.
"There you are. I was beginning to worry."
I smiled, forcing a casual tone into my voice.
"Sorry, got delayed. Nicholas wanted some things at the market too."
I handed her the bag with the wine bottles. She nodded, looking between us.
"Perfect, darling. Dinner's almost ready. You made it just in time."
I nodded, moving to follow her inside. Nicholas hesitated, looking at me uncertainly before following us into the villa. The smell of roast chicken and garlic filled the air. Kelly and Thomas were already seated at the dining table, engrossed in conversation. As we entered, they looked up, smiles on their faces.
"Finally!" Kelly exclaimed. "We were beginning to think something had happened. These roads are really tricky."
Nicholas and I exchanged a glance, then sat down at the table. Danielle poured us both glasses of wine, her eyes lingering on Nicholas a moment longer than necessary. I cleared my throat, shifting uncomfortably in my seat.
"Yes, it can be a bit treacherous, if you're not used to them," I agreed, taking a sip of the wine Danielle had poured me.
It was smooth, with a hint of oak and a crisp finish. I tried to focus on the flavors, to lose myself in the taste, but my mind kept drifting back to what had happened in the car.
"You should have seen the way Thomas was driving us here," Kelly said. "I thought we were going to end up in a ditch."
Thomas flashed her a grin.
"I did okay. Dad's got more experience, that's all."
"You make it sound as if I'm ancient. Some appreciate experience," I replied, taking another sip of wine.
"Yeah, yeah. But you're not as fast as I am, old man."
Thomas teased, leaning back in his chair, a grin on his face. Kelly rolled her eyes playfully.
"He's not that old, Thomas."
Nicholas and I exchanged a glance, the tension between us evident. I couldn't help but wonder if anyone noticed. Did they smell the sex on us? Could they see the flush on Nicholas's cheeks, the swollen lips? I fought the urge to look at him, to catch his eye. The dinner conversation flowed around me, a blur of words and laughter. I kept my eyes on my plate, my mind a mess.
"What's the matter, Colin?" Danielle asked.
"Oh, nothing. Just beat I guess."
"Do we wear you out already, Dad?" Thomas teased.
"He zones out like this sometimes," Danielle said. "We were talking about tomorrow. I want to see the venue for the fundraising, and Kelly's agreed to help me finalize some details."
"We could make a day of it. Visit the Casino," Thomas suggested. "Have a few drinks. What do you say, Nick?"
"I... Well, sure...," Nicholas said, his voice hesitant. "I'd like that."
"Perfect! It'll be fun. A little family outing," Danielle said.
I forced a smile, my stomach twisting with unease. A day out with Nicholas, Danielle, and Thomas? This was getting more complicated by the minute. I needed some space from Nicholas, from the memories of the car, from the weight of my deceit. I needed to clear my head, to figure out what the hell I was doing.
"You know, I think I'll have to take a rain check on that one," I said, pushing my chair back and standing, my plate still half-full. "I've got some work to catch up on tomorrow."
"Colin, it's just a day out," Danielle frowned. "You've been working nonstop since we got here."
"I could join you later. There is that nice bistro by the marina. We could have dinner there, the five of us," I suggested.
Danielle smiled, nodding in agreement, and the rest of our evening went off without a hitch. We exchanged stories about Thomas's antics at university with a mix of laughter and exasperation. Nicholas was quiet most of the night, but I caught him looking my way every now and then, a small smile on his lips that no one else seemed to notice. Eventually, the evening drew to a close, and we all retreated to our respective rooms.
After changing into a fresh pair of pajama pants, I slipped into bed beside Danielle. She turned towards me, snuggling close, her breath hot against my skin. I tensed, my body on high alert. I couldn't do this, not again. Not with her. Not after what had happened with Nicholas. But I couldn't find the words to say no. Instead, I lay there, rigid, as she pressed a soft kiss to the hollow of my throat.
"I've missed you," she whispered, her hand tracing the contours of my chest.
I swallowed hard. This was a dangerous game I was playing, balancing between two worlds. I couldn't let Danielle suspect anything, still the thought of fucking her, revolted me after having Nicholas ass, Nicholas mouth, Nicholas's cock. I pressed my lips together, trying to calm my racing thoughts. Danielle continued her gentle caresses, her hand sliding lower, her fingers tracing the waistband of my pajama pants. I forced myself to relax, trying to banish thoughts of Nicholas from my mind. Danielle's fingers found my flaccid cock and began to stroke it gently, her touch light and teasing.
I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the sensation of her touch, but the memory of what had transpired in the car was still fresh in my mind. I could smell the faint scent of Nicholas's cologne, mixed with the musky scent of sex. I tried to banish it from my thoughts, tried to get hard, but Danielle's smell suddenly revolted me. The thought of being with her, of pressing my lips to hers, of tasting her, of being inside her made me feel sick.
"What's wrong, Colin?" Danielle's voice was a soft whisper in the darkness.
"I'm sorry. It doesn't seem to work tonight."
Danielle sighed, her hand dropping from my soft cock. Disappointment flashed in her eyes for a moment, but she quickly hid it with her usual smile.
"Maybe it's the wine."
"You're probably right," I agreed, forcing another smile.
But as I shifted closer, wrapping my arm around her in an attempt to salvage the mood, I couldn't suppress a twinge of guilt, knowing I could no longer pretend that I was truly invested. Still, I wasn't ready to throw it all away. I feigned sleep. I had made a pledge early on to keep my two lives separated and now they were crashing together. I resented Nicholas, but I also resented myself for letting it happen.
The next morning, Danielle came in the office, wearing a sundress and a light cardigan, her hair tied back in a loose ponytail.
"Are you sure you won't come with us?"
"I told you, I have work to catch up on," I said, my eyes scanning the documents on my desk. "I'll see you this evening at the bistro."
"Okay," she said, her voice soft. "I'll miss you."
She leaned down, brushing her lips against mine. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to respond, to play the part she needed me to play. When she finally pulled away, I opened my eyes, my heart heavy with guilt.
"Have fun today," I said, my voice steady.
Danielle smiled, her hand resting on the doorframe as she looked back at me.
"We will," she said. "You focus on your work. I'll make sure everything is taken care of for the fundraiser."
I nodded, watching her leave the room, her hips swaying gently with each step. As soon as the door closed behind her, I leaned back in my chair, my fingers tenting beneath my chin. I needed a swim, a chance to clear my head. As I stood, I stripped off my shirt and pants, stepping out of them and leaving them in a pile on the floor. I reached into the closet, pulling out a pair of navy-blue speedos.
I looked at myself in the mirror, the lines on my face more pronounced than they had been a few years ago. My hair was still thick, still dark, but there were strands of silver at my temples. I frowned at the sight, turning to the side, examining the way the speedos hugged my hips, the way they accentuated my thighs. I turned back to the front, my hands on my hips, my stomach taut and defined. I was still in good shape, I thought to myself, despite the stress and the late nights. I checked my reflection once more, then decided it was time to get some fresh air. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and headed out to the pool.
The sun was high, the sky a brilliant blue, and the pool shimmered invitingly. The villa was quiet, the others having left for their day out. I was alone, completely alone. I dropped my towel on a sun lounger and stepped into the pool, the cool water a shock against my heated skin. I swam a few laps, letting the water soothe my aching muscles, letting my mind wander. I was about to flip and push off against the side of the pool when I felt someone's eyes on me. I turned to see Nicholas standing at the edge of the pool, his blue eyes fixed on me, a small, hesitant smile playing on his lips. He shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, his gaze flicking nervously from me to the water and back again.
"What the fuck are you doing here? I thought you'd be with the others."
I said, treading water, my gaze locked on him. Nicholas nervously shifted his weight from foot to foot, his eyes dancing between me and the water.
"I... I didn't feel like going. Not really," he admitted, his voice soft.
"Well, you should have", I snarled.
I was furious. All my promises seemed to melt away. He was wearing just a tank top and speedos , and I couldn't stop thinking about what his body looked like under those thin layers of fabric. He was so fucking vulnerable, and he had no idea what he was getting into.
"I'm sorry, Colin. I should have gone with them. I just... I didn't want to be the third wheel," he admitted, his eyes meeting mine.
"What do you want then?"
I asked, my voice harsh, as I treaded water, my gaze locked onto Nicholas. He swallowed hard, his eyes meeting mine briefly before dropping to the ground.
"I don't know," he admitted.
He shifted his weight from foot to foot, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his tank top. Without warning, he pulled the tank top over his head, revealing his smooth, hairless chest and the faint outline of his six-pack. His speedos left little to the imagination, the fabric clinging to his slim hips, the dark line of his pubic hair visible through the thin Lycra. I saw a hint of his cock.
"Nicholas," I hissed, my voice a low warning. "What are you doing?"
Without a word, he stepped into the water, his body glistening under the sun. My eyes darted between his face and his body, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip as I took him in. He waded deeper, his hands sliding against the water's surface, his eyes never leaving mine.
"I want something, Colin," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want you."
"Nicholas, no. Not again," I said, my voice shaking with the effort of resisting. "This... this can't happen again."
He stopped; his body submerged up to his chest. Water droplets clung to his long eyelashes and his upper lip. His blue eyes were bright, his cheeks flushed with a mix of sun and arousal. He was so fucking beautiful. My cock was already hard, straining against the fabric of my speedos. I treaded water, my heart pounding in my chest, my body aching with desire. I knew I shouldn't. I knew I couldn't. But all my protests seemed to fade away in the face of his want, his need.
"Nicholas," I warned, my voice low. "This is a bad idea."
He ignored me, his gaze locked onto mine as he waded closer. I was gonna fucking show the little brat what he was asking for. I wanted him, and I was gonna take him. My cock was rock hard, straining against the fabric of my speedos.
"You fucking want it, don't you?" I growled, treading water towards him.
He bit his bottom lip, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Yes, Colin."
I reached him, my hands gripping his hips tightly, my thumbs pressing into the sensitive skin just above his hipbones, making him gasp. I pushed him hard against the pool wall. His eyes widened as he braced himself against the rough surface.
"Colin, what-"
Nicholas began, his eyes wide with surprise and a hint of fear.
"Shut up," I snarled, my cock throbbing against the thin fabric of my speedos.
His heart was pounding against his chest, his breath coming in increasingly short gasps. I wanted him to be afraid, to feel this rough edge of my desire. I wanted him to know what he was getting into. He squirmed, trying to push me away, but I was too strong, too determined.
"Colin, please," he said, his voice trembling. "You're hurting me."
"You want it, don't you?" I growled with my breath hot against his ear. "You want me to take you like this."
I bit his earlobe, my larger, muscular body pressing him against the cold wall of the pool. The difference in our sizes was prominent, my hardened body towering over his slender frame, making him crave for air. My hands gripped his thin, smooth waist, his hipbones jutting out, easily found under my palms.
"Colin, no - it hurts," he whimpered, his hands pushing against my chest, trying to create space between us.
I ignored his protests, my lips trailing down his neck, sucking at the sensitive skin there. He tasted of sunscreen and chlorine.
"Colin, wait-" he started, his body tensing.
"You know you want this, Nicholas," I snarled as my hands slid down to grip his ass, pulling him closer. His hard cock, trapped between our bodies, pressed into my stomach.
"Please..." he whispered, his hips bucking against mine.
I wanted to fuck him, right here, right now. There was no thought of Danielle, of any consequences. My cock guided me, desperate for release. I couldn't wait any longer. I reached inside the back of Nicholas's speedos, gripping his firm ass, handfuls of smooth, toned flesh. He gasped, his hips jutting forward, his cock pressing even harder against my stomach.
"Fuck, Nicholas," I groaned, my fingers digging into his flesh, my cock aching to be inside him. "You're driving me crazy."
I knew I was crossing a line. Here, in mine and Danielle's house. But I didn't fucking care. I trailed my finger down the crack of his ass, teasing the tight hole hidden there, feeling his body tense and jerk in anticipation.
"Fuck, Colin," he gasped, his voice a low moan, his hands clawing at my shoulders, his nails digging into my flesh.
His body was at my mercy, his ass slick with the water from the pool, his hole clenching around my fingers. I felt a surge of power at his response, at the way he was so eager, so willing.
"That's it, Nicholas," I barked, my fingers curling deeper inside him, stretching him open. "Take it like a good little slut."
He cried, his body tensing as I pushed my fingers further, my thumb rubbing the sensitive spot just inside him, feeling him squirm under my touch.
"Colin, oh god, Colin," he whimpered, his hips jerking as I worked him open.
His tiny speedos were still on, but the thin fabric did little to hide the outline of his hard cock, straining against the material. The water sloshed around us, somehow making the moment even more surreal, more intense. His body was slick with water and sweat, his pale skin shiny and glistening under the sun. His abdomen was taut, his hips narrow, and his thighs slim, but strong. God, he was perfect. So willing, so eager. I wanted him right here, right now. I wanted to bury myself deep inside him and fuck him senseless.
I lifted him up, his legs wrapping around my waist, his arms clinging to my shoulders. I sat him on the edge of the pool, the water lapping against his ass. He gasped, his eyes wide with a mix of surprise and lust.
"Colin, what are you-" he started, but I cut him off with a kiss.
It was fierce and demanding, left no room for words or doubt. My lips crushed against his, my tongue invading his mouth, tasting him, claiming him. His body tensed for a moment before melting against me, his arms tightening around my neck, his lips parting to allow me deeper access. I gripped his hips harder as I pulled him closer, his body flush against mine. The water lapped against my back, cooling my heated skin, contrasting with the inferno that was raging inside me.
I finally broke our kiss, my breath coming in ragged gasps. My cock was throbbing against my speedos, begging for release. I looked into Nicholas's eyes, seeing the mix of desire and fear, the way his lips were swollen and red from my kiss. I relished the smoothness of his skin, the way his legs wrapped around me, his ankles crossed behind my back. His eyes widened as he realized what I was about to do.
"Colin, no, I..."
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" I growled.
I tugged at the fabric, pulling it down to reveal his hard cock, jutting out proudly, the dark line of hair leading down to his balls, already tight and drawn up against his body.
"Colin, wait," Nicholas pleaded, but I was beyond reasoning, beyond hesitation.
I tugged at the waistband of my own speedos, pulling them down just enough to free my cock. It sprang out, hard and ready, a testament to my desire. The shock of the water against my heated skin sent a jolt of pleasure through me, making me hiss.
"Oh, fuck yes," I groaned.
My hairy chest was heaving violently. Nicholas's legs were wrapped tightly around my waist, his ankles pressing into my lower back, his arms clinging to my shoulders. The water lapped against our bodies, the cool liquid contrasting sharply with the heat of our skin. His eyes were filled with a mix of fear and desire, his cheeks flushed, and his lips parted. My cock was slick with pre-cum, the head throbbing with need. I wanted him. I wanted him so fucking badly.
I wanted to punish him for making me feel this way, for making me want him so much that I couldn't think straight. I wanted to make him feel everything that I was feeling. I pulled his hips closer, my cock rubbing against his ass, leaving a trail of pre-cum that mixed with the water. I pulled myself out of the pool, his legs still wrapped around my waist, his ass pressed against my cock. I pushed him down on the edge of the pool. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and desire.
"Colin, wait..." he started, but I cut him off.
"Shut up, Nicholas," I said, my voice harsh. "You wanted this. You wanted me to fuck you like this. Like an animal."
I gripped his hips, my fingers digging into his flesh, and lined my cock up with his ass. I was going to make him feel every inch of me, every fucking throb of my cock. I wanted him to remember this, to feel me inside him for days to come. I wanted him to ache and crave me the way I craved him. I spit on my palm, rubbing it over my cock, slicking it with my saliva, using my own spit as lube. My cock was fucking throbbing, begging to be inside him. I lined the head up with his hole, feeling the resistance of his tight ring. I pushed, feeling him stretch around me, his body tensing as I forced my way in. Nicholas screamed, a high, sharp sound that echoed off the pool and the villa walls, his body jerking as I filled him, his arms clawing at my shoulders, his nails biting into my skin.
"Fuck, Colin, fuck!" he cried out.
It wasn't going to be a gentle fuck. I wanted to breed him, to fill him with my cum and mark him as mine. I wanted the world to know he was mine, even if it was just for a moment. I pushed deeper, feeling his body struggle to accommodate me, his hole clamping down on my cock like a velvet fist. I grabbed his legs , pulling them further apart, forcing him to open up to me.
"Fuck, Nicholas," I grunted.
I looked down, watching my thick cock disappear into his tight little hole, stretched obscenely around me, the deep pink flesh glistening with water and pre-cum. The veins in my cock throbbing as I pushed deeper, the hair on my thighs brushing against his smooth, wet skin. His balls were drawn up tight, his cock leaking pre-cum onto his stomach. His little pink nipples were hard and erect, puckering against my hairy chest. The muscles in his thighs tensed and relaxed as I fucked him, and his knees bent and spread, giving me even better access. I wanted to see more, to watch myself fuck him. I wanted to see his face, to see the way his eyes rolled back in his head as I pounded into him, the way his mouth fell open in a silent scream. I lifted his legs, hooking them over my elbows, opening him up even more, giving me an unobstructed view of his cock and balls, of the way his stomach contracted like crazy with each thrust.
I leaned down, again pressing my mouth against his, swallowing his cries as I drove into him harder, faster. His legs were shaking, his small body trembling with the force of my thrusts. We were breathing into each other's mouths, heavy horny breaths.
"Colin, please," he whimpered, his voice ragged with desire.
"You're fucking loving it, aren't you?" I sneered, my hips slamming into him, making his body slide against the rough concrete of the pool's edge.
His back scraped against the concrete, the rough surface leaving red marks on his smooth, pale skin. He panted, his eyes wide with a mix of pain and pleasure, his body arching as I pounded into him, my cock hitting his prostate with each thrust. His head started to shake from side to side as he whimpered, his hands scrabbling at the rough surface of the pool's edge, trying to find some purchase. He was a beautiful mess, and he was mine. I looked into his eyes, feeling the first tendrils of my orgasm uncoiling in my lower back.
"Fuck, Nicholas," I grunted, my voice thick with need. "I'm close. You feel so fucking good."
Nicholas gasped, his body trembling with each thrust, his legs shaking as he tried to keep them hooked over my elbows.
"Oh god, Colin," he moaned, his body convulsing as I hit his prostate repeatedly, my cock swelling inside him, incredible amounts of pleasure building up in my lower back.
"That's right, Nicholas," I growled.
As the first wave of my orgasm rolled over me, I just screamed at him, fucking him harder, deeper.
"Take it like a good little boy," I snarled, my hands gripping his ass, pulling him harder against me as I slammed into him.
"Colin, oh god, Colin," he yelled, his body shaking, his cock leaking clear pre-cum all over his stomach, the sight driving me even wilder.
I couldn't hold back. My mouth clasped down on his as I came, violently, my cock pulsing inside him, filling him up with my cum. Nicholas threw his head back, a hoarse cry tearing from his throat. I watched, my body shuddering with the force of my orgasm, as he reached down and stroked his own cock in time with my thrusts, his body convulsing, his cum spraying out over his stomach and my thighs.
"Fuck, Colin," he murmured, his body trembling as I pulled my cock out, a string of my cum connecting us for a moment before breaking and dripping down onto his ass.
I let his legs fall, his body limp and shaking. As I pulled out of him entirely, my cum leaked out and mixed with the water around us. I watched Nicholas's body tremble, his eyes closed and his chest heaving. He had prominent red marks on his back from where he'd been pressed against the rough concrete. I felt a pang of guilt, but quickly pushed it aside by the overwhelming sense of satisfaction that coursed through me. I had taken what I wanted, and there was no denying the way he had responded to me. It was the best fuck of my life, but somehow it felt more than that. He was more than that.
Instead of pulling away, I leaned down and kissed his shoulder, the smooth, pale skin still damp from the pool. He shivered; his body still sensitive from the harsh fucking he'd just endured. I kissed his neck, my hands cupping his cheeks, my thumbs brushing away the tears that had welled up in his eyes. He trembled, turning his head slightly to meet my gaze.
"Are you alright?" I asked, my voice soft, a stark contrast to the way I'd just taken him.
He nodded, biting his lip to hold back a sob. I pulled him into my arms, cradling his body against mine.
He was limp, his muscles shaking slightly as he tried to regain control of his breathing. I stroked his hair, my fingers running through the damp strands, feeling the smoothness of his scalp beneath. His heartbeat, was slow and steady now against my chest. I held him like that for a long time, not saying a word, just letting him rest against me.