It was both exactly where I wanted him, and incredibly distracting as I was finishing off the vegetables for our stir-fry. I’d already had practice keeping my dick out of the equation when it came to Colton, but it didn’t mean it was easy.
For some reason, it felt like I was on the edge of a precipice with regards to Colton and I. In the past, I’d been the leader, taking charge and directing any physical intimacy between my partners and I. That had been my role in my relationships with women—what had been expected of me. But with men? It was foreign territory which had me pausing before jumping in headfirst.
While I had initiated kisses with Colton, anything past that felt so outside my wheelhouse. But at the same time, I was also dying to explore more of my sexuality with him. I wanted to touch and be touched.
Shaking my head a little, I turned down the temperature on the stove. The last thing I needed was to burn myself or ruin our dinner because I was ruminating on my complicated desire to get my hands on Colton’s dick again.
“Your forearms are so sexy.” Hot breath hit my neck and sent small bolts of awareness through me. I had rolled my shirt up when I began cooking our meal.
“Yeah?” I asked, a grin spreading across my face. “That do it for you?”
“Yeah, you’re giving suit-porn vibes.”
I barked out a laugh, tilting my head to look at him from the corner of my eye. “If I went through your browser history, how often would suit-porn show up?” I teased.
“A lot,” he shrugged.
Shifting behind me, Colton pressed in close and his hips slotted against my ass snuggly. Electricity ran up my spine when I realized he was half-hard. His hands rose from where they’d been wrapped around my waist and I watched as he dragged his fingertips down the exposed skin of my arms. A cascade of heat washed over me at the tingles they left in their wake.
The contact was so minimal, but when he trailed them back up, my brain went hazy and sparks of desire went straight to my balls. My cock had perked up the moment Colton had slid himself behind me, but these soft grazes were causing blood to rush south quickly. Before I knew it, my dick throbbed uncomfortably and strained against the fabric of my fitted dress pants.
Colton must have noticed I was struggling to make a coherent thought in this position because he slid the pan from my hand, placed it on a dormant burner, then turned off the one I’d been using.
Groaning lowly, I let my head fall forward when he slowly ground his fully hard erection against my ass again. I wasn’t sure I was ready for anything ass related, but the slow drag of his clothed cock felt enticingly safe. There was also a part of me that instinctually knew Colton wouldn’t press me for more than I was willing to give.
Tender kisses trailed along my neck, all along the bruises that had now shifted to a yellow-green in color. I tilted my head, giving him better access. One hand made its way up my chest, before wrapping around my jaw. Colton manipulatedmy head to give me a searing kiss so full of need, it caused my stomach to clench in anticipation.
Twisting in his arms, I pulled our bodies flush, suddenly desperate to feel him against me completely. His tongue slipped between my lips, desire lacing through my moan as my hands ran up into those thick, golden blond locks. I let myself revel in the sensation of his tongue gliding along mine, the sparks of pleasure muddling my brain.
Colton yanked at my belt loops, our erections bumping as our hips slotted together in a sinful grind. We shuffled, trying to regain our footing, teeth clacking from the intense desire to keep our lips on each other. When Colton’s back hit the sink, he let out a deep groan, and I took the opportunity to suck greedily at his tongue.
Gripping the counter for leverage, I ground myself against him, suddenly needing more than I could ever communicate in words. My skin felt hot and electric at the same time, a buzzing coursing through my veins that I instinctually knew only Colton could relieve. The resounding moan as I continued to manically rut against his bulge only drove me higher.
When he pulled away, we were both breathless, and Colton’s heated eyes dropping back to my lips made me ache. I wanted them to always look at me that way—to be so desperate for me, the rest of the world didn’t matter. Colton’s thumb came up to run along my spit-slicked lower lip, a contented growl sounding deep in his chest. I didn’t even think, just moved on instinct, as I slipped his digit into my mouth, maintaining eye contact as I sucked gently.
His mouth dropped open in rapt fascination, a breathy groan escaping that only served to spur me on further. My tongue ran along the digit, ratcheting myself up just as much as Colton, as I obsessively stared at his facial features. His chest rose and fell with shallow pants, and he pressed the pad of his finger against my tongue with deliberate strokes. Each backwardslide would catch my lip, the visual just as tantalizing for Colton as the sensation was for me.
I let him finger fuck my mouth, loving the way his green hues were transfixed on the motion with obvious desire and awe. The need coursing through me felt insatiable, making me brash and impulsive. I was possessed with the image of Colton falling apart from the pleasure my mouth could give him. Maybe it was the adrenaline, my own stupid confidence, or simply because I trusted Colton, but I yearned to suck him off. To finally know his taste, expressions, and sounds.
My hands found their way back to his hips as I let his finger fall free. His eyes locked onto mine, pupils blown wide as he stared back with so much heat and longing I felt on the verge of coming in my pants from the look alone.
All thoughts left my brain except for the overwhelming need to please him. My knees sank to the floor and my breath quickened as I gazed up at Colton.
One hand covered his mouth, blatant want so clear in the rapid movement of his chest, and the molten expression he wore as he stood over me.
Without hesitation, my fingers made quick work on the button of his shorts, tugging his zipper down without any preamble. Colton jutted his hips forward, allowing me to tug the fabric down past his knees. Underneath, he wore a pair of black boxer briefs that looked obscene with the way they stretched to accommodate his bulge.
Glancing up, I trailed my hands up his thighs, letting the coarse hair drag over my fingers. I did it again, loving the rough texture and the physical reminder of who I was on my knees for. Colton’s hands had moved to fisting the counter behind him, his knuckles white with the intensity of his grip.
Leaning forward, I pressed a tentative kiss to his clothed cock, letting myself become familiar with the scent of him. My stomach flipped as Colton sucked in a breath through his clenched teeth above me. Feeling emboldened further, Imouthed along the outline of his dick, loving the hisses of pleasure that escaped from him.
I took my time, licking and sucking at the fabric, quickly finding myself addicted to the heady flavor that burst over my tongue. Colton’s cock twitched in his briefs the more I let my mouth explore, sending bolts of pleasure through me.
“God damnit, Derek.” Colton moaned, punching his hips forward a little. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.”
My dick kicked against the confines of my pants. I hadn’t even pulled him out yet to truly put my mouth on him and he already seemed wrecked. My head pulsed with fuzzy delight at the thought, only making me want to rile him up further.
Our eyes locked again, my heart slamming against my chest as I slipped my fingers into his waistband to tug his briefs down. When his erection sprang free, it slapped against his stomach and left a sticky mark behind. I couldn’t tell if it was my own saliva or his pre-cum, but the cockhead was slick and wet, making my mouth water.