Colton froze, pulling his face back from where he had been nipping and kissing at my neck to look me in the eye. A whine of protest slipped from me when his hand stopped moving too, but the squeeze at the base of my cock silenced it just as quickly as it began.
“You sure?” Those green eyes once again were scanning my face and I was sure he was waiting for some hint of hesitancy, but he wouldn’t find any.
“So sure,” I agreed, nodding my head since I seemed to be capable of only two or three word responses right now. The small pause in action had me feeling less on the verge of making a fool of myself, at least. Without any prompting, my hands made their way to the front of his pants, popping the button with a surprising sense of ease.
My chest filled with something like pride when a prominent wet spot on Colton’s dark grey briefs appeared. Knowing he was just as turned on as I was—enough to be leaking—made me almost irrationally happy.
He helped me work his pants and briefs down enough to tuck them under his balls. The first sight of his stiff erection and tight sack made my chest heave in anticipation. The tip was flushed a deep red with a bead of pre-cum pooling in his slit. He was longer than me and had an average girth with a prominent vein that ran along the underside of his shaft. Absently, I trailed my fingers along the bulging skin, eliciting ahiss from Colton. Our eyes locked, and the blatant desire in his made my mouth run dry.
Tentatively, I wrapped my hand around his length, suddenly unsure of myself. How tightly did I grip him? Did he like a gentle touch or rougher pulls? Before I could get too into my head, Colton spit into his hand, resuming his quick strokes on my cock. He let out a rumbly groan when I copied the move and matched his pace. At some point Colton’s other hand had made its way back around my neck and now it gave a few small squeezes of encouragement.
“That’s it,” He growled into my ear. “Twist your hand a little on the upstroke.”
My face flushed hot at the way my balls tingled with his authoritative tone, but I followed his instruction, using my wrist with each upward motion. The guttural moan of approval he let out in response had satisfaction coursing through me.
“Such a good boy,” His lips trailed back down my neck, resuming his licking and sucking as he fucked into my slick hand.
God damn, why was that so hot? My body felt electric from the praise and I once again found myself teetering on the edge of my release.
When Colton pulled back, his brows were pinched together, lips slick, and his cheeks ruddy. Our eyes locked and the way he held my gaze felt intimate and erotic all at the same time. Seeing the way his features contorted in pleasure, watching him slowly lose himself and knowing it wasmytouch doing this to him had my balls aching. My teeth sank into my lower lip, but I knew I was too close. As if Colton could already read my body, his hand shuttled over my cock with increasing speed.
“Colton…” I pleaded, voice gravely with need, “Gonna come,” I warned.
“Do it. Come all over my hand, Derek.”
My name on his lips coupled with one final squeeze of my cockhead had me careening off the ledge. I cried out, every muscle in my body seeming to tense as wave after wave of sensation racked through me. The orgasm felt like it went on forever, as Colton continued to jack me through it while I spilled all over his fist.
It didn’t take long before his own breathing picked up, his thrusts into my grip getting increasingly more erratic till he too tensed. Warmth flooded my palm as Colton climaxed with a low, appreciative groan. My limbs felt like they were made of jelly, but I did my best to work him through his release.
When he gently pushed my hand away, I slumped against him feeling satiated and boneless while colors burst all around me from the aftershocks of my orgasm. His free hand rubbed slow circles along my back and I reveled in how surprisingly stable he felt as he held me up.
Fuck, I think that had been the hardest I’d ever come in my life. Though, that was unsurprising given everything that just happened was better than any other sexual experience of my life. I mean, I hadwhimperedfor him.
When my brain finally came back online after the mind-altering ripples of ecstasy dissipated, it finally occurred to me that the pops of color weren’t from my orgasm. Outside the window, bursts of reds, blues, and greens went off in tandem as the fireworks show went into full swing. Each detonation lit up our space for a few seconds before a moment of darkness returned and the cycle began again.
Pulling away from Colton, I tried to study his face in the semi-lit space. He looked back at me with a contented expression, but I saw the lines of apprehension in the corners of his eyes. It sent pangs of emotion through me I couldn’t understand. I needed to comfort him. Show him that whatever worried him, I’d be there to hold him through it.
I reached up to cup his jaw using the hand not covered in cum, and rubbed his cheek with my thumb. His featuressmoothed over slowly, settling some of the ache in my chest. It only fully disappeared once his lips were on mine again.
I took a moment to revel in how soft his lips were, how right they felt locked with mine. We sipped at each other lazily until Colton pulled away to reach for the box of tissues on the desk. He tugged a few free before offering them to me. We cleaned up as best we could in silence before tucking ourselves away.
Without needing any encouragement, Colton pressed himself back into my chest before resting his head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding him tightly while we watched the vibrant colors exploding in the sky. Softly, I pressed a kiss into his hair.
We needed to talk at some point, but right then, all I wanted was to hold him close and savor the intimacy we’d just shared.
CHAPTER 12
Colton
I wasn’tready for the bubble Derek and I found ourselves in to pop, but I knew it would eventually. The silence after the crescendo of fireworks was deafening.
Everything about the last hour had been a fantasy come to life. Watching Derek lose his mind, sinking deeper and deeper into pleasure until he’d crash landed with his release, had been everything. His request to touch me had been surprising, but I'd been more than happy to oblige.
My balls had ached just from getting a hand around his perfect cock—and it wasperfect. It had the right amount of girth to fill my hand, was long enough that I knew he would peg my prostate with every stroke, and had a wide mushroom head that had made my mouth water the moment I laid eyes on it.
His whimpers and cries had been ridiculously sexy.
I’d always been versatile in bed, topping or bottoming didn’t really matter to me in the heat of the moment, as long as we were both into it. But, something about Derek’s body—that damn thatch of deep brown hair that formed his happy trail, the way his hands had practically ripped apart his shorts to get himself out, and the desperation lacing every groan thatcame from him—made something deep within me stir. I hadneededto get him off and to tell him how good he was. Taking charge during sex had always been a natural thing for me. It was like my brain went quiet and dictating how things played out helped make me feel in command of more than just my partner. I’d even topped from the bottom, but with Derek? I hadn’t wanted to risk spooking him by being too demanding upfront. So his immediate submission had been fucking perfection.
