Torn Between Tides

Chapter Seventeen

"If you want me to use my hands..." Colt spoke, resting his forehead against Roman's as he ran his fingers up and down his sides. "Then you can't use yours."

Colt grabbed Roman's wrists, raising his hands above his head as he kissed his jaw. Roman let out a soft moan, his body feeling weak already. Colt held both of Roman's hands with one of his own, the other travelled down Roman's neck to his chest. The barrier was thin, but Colt wanted to get rid of it already.

"Keep your hands up. If you move them, I'm punishing you, okay?" Colt said.

"Okay," Roman nodded breathlessly as Colt let go of his wrists. The werewolf ran a finger down Roman's shirt, before tearing it open right from the middle.

Roman stared wide-eyed at what Colt had done. It definitely caught him off-guard and he kinda liked that t-shirt, but it was also certainly one of the sexiest things he had ever witnessed. Colt finally touched Roman's bare skin, it felt hot under his finger tips as he gently traced Roman's muscles and his faint abs.

The swimmer had been teasing him for days, and now it was Colt's turn to do so. To break Roman down and to make him crave Colt.

"It's not fair that I'm the only one without a shirt, you know," Roman stated.

Colt smirked as he took a step back, creating some distance between them as he started unbuttoning his shirt. Roman's eyes followed Colt's fingers as he took his time, slowing undoing one button after the other. With every inch of his skin that Colt exposed, Roman grew more and more impatient.

"So you tear mine in a second and give me a show of yours?"

"Are you complaining?" Colt retorted with a propped up brow.

"Well...no..."

That's what I thought," Colt hummed as he finally slipped his shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall on the ground.

Roman hadn't seen Colt shirtless ever since their day at the beach. Though the image of the man's nude upper body was almost engraved on his mind, it still felt just as exhilarating to see him again. Roman wanted to touch him so badly, to feel those hard muscles that had been haunting his dreams and fueling his fantasies but...goddamnit Colt for asking him to keep his hands away.

Colt resumed his old position, he kissed the corner of Roman's lips, his hands reaching every inch, every curve of Roman's body. Roman inhaled sharply the moment Colt's thumbs touched his buds, making the Alpha smirk as he rubbed and tweaked them, making Roman feel like jelly under his fingertips.

"I'm not going to kiss you today," Colt began. "Call me old-school, but I want our first kiss to be somewhere special. Maybe on a hill top, under the stars with a view of the town... right before I fuck your brains there."

"Didn't peg you for a romantic," Roman replied. He tried to maintain a tough exterior, but in reality Colt's words brought warmth to his heart.

The idea that Colt wanted their first kiss to be something memorable...nobody had ever treated Roman that way before. He was used to being kissed in secret behind the bleachers, or in shady alleys next to bars or in the rooms of frat boys that wouldn't look at Roman in public. But this...this with Colt was different.

A good different.

"I never thought so too, but you..." Colt whispered, kissing Roman's neck. "You changed it. I've never wanted to make anyone mine the way I want you."

"Make me yours, then," Roman said. Colt pulled back slightly, just enough to look into Roman's eyes.

There was sincerity in them, but also fear. Colt could understand that, for he was terrified out of his mind as well. Scared to let down his walls, to let someone in, to make himself weak. To be vulnerable...to be in love.