“Please. Please, Colton,” he whimpered. “More, I need more.”
“You want my mouth, sweetheart?” Colton asked as he licked the soft skin of Henry’s left hip, making him almost jump off the mattress.
“Yes,” he begged. “I need you. I need your mouth on me. Please.”
Colton liked this uninhibited and pleading version of Henry. It made him feel powerful, in charge. It appealed to a more dominant side in him. A side he hadn’t seen before. He licked further down Henry’s hip, towards the downy hair below his belly button. He smelled of man and sex. The clean, citrusy smell of his soap, a faint hint of sweat and male musk. Breathing in everything that was Henry, Colton had to grab his own cock briefly at the base to stave off his release. He didn’t want this to end before it had even begun. Before he’d had his fill of Henry. As if that was even possible. Somehow, he had a feeling that he would never get enough of Henry.
In one swift move, he took Henry’s cock into his mouth. The taste was like nothing he’d ever tasted before. Sweet, tart, and salty all at once. Images and sensations replaced every conscious thought in his mind.
“Oh, my fucking God,” Henry screamed, not holding back and it was all the encouragement that Colton needed. He licked the precum from the head and dove his tongue into the slit, teasing it, before taking the cock back into his mouth. Hollowing out his cheeks, he sucked tentatively, testing the weight of Henry’s hardness on his tongue. He had to hold down his lover’s hips with both hands, trying to still Henry’s bucking movements. Releasing Henry’s cock for a movement, he mumbled into the soft hair surrounding the base of his cock.
“Fuck, you feel so good against my tongue. I can’t get enough of the way you taste.”
Releasing one hand from Henry’s hips, he cradled his heavy sack, feeling the tightness of his balls. Henry moaned in appreciation and Colton once again sucked his cock into his mouth, this time even further back. He felt the head grazing the back of his throat, making him gag and it occurred to him that gagging on Henry’s cock was the best feeling in the world. He felt free. Free from everything, almost in awe of the pure lust of the moment. Not knowing what he was doing, he was driven by nothing but need and instinct.
He continued to bob his mouth up and down in a steady rhythm, gagging and swallowing around Henry’s hardness, until he felt a hand pushing at his shoulder.
“I’m gonna come, Colton. You need to stop; this is too good.” The words spilled from Henry’s mouth. He sounded out of breath. “You’re gonna make me come, and I don’t want to come yet. Not until I have your gorgeous dick in my ass.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Henry
IT HAD TAKENall of Henry’s willpower to stop Colton. If he didn’t want Colton to fuck him so badly, he would’ve given in then and there, letting his orgasm pull him under. But he wanted more of this with Colton. He needed to feel the hardness of Colton’s cock pulsing inside him while they moved together in unison. Colton’s possessive words resounded in his head, making him almost high with want.Hands off. That’s mine.Mine. He wanted to be Colton’s. So fucking much. In every way.
Colton began kissing Henry’s stomach and moving upwards, licking and nibbling while he moaned against Henry’s goosebump-covered skin. When Colton reached the left nipple, he began circling it teasingly with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into the wet heat of his mouth. He bit the nipple, making it sting deliciously, coaxing a hiss of pleasure from Henry’s lips. Then he licked it soothingly before he moved his mouth towards the right nipple, giving it the same attention.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” Colton’s hoarse voice vibrated against his skin. Henry couldn’t figure out if he was cold or burning up. It felt like every possible sensation hit him all at once. Colton stimulating his nipples while grinding his hard cock against Henry’s.
“Does it feel good?” Colton searched Henry’s eyes for approval, while he continued to lick at Henry’s hard nipple. As if he needed Henry to tell him that he was doing it right. Henry nodded, struggling to put into words how Colton made him feel. Exhaling deeply Henry stroked Colton’s scruffy chin.
“It feels so good, baby. I like everything that you do to me. You make me feel so good.”
Finally, Colton released the right nipple and when he reached Henry’s mouth, he kissed it fleetingly before resting his sweaty forehead against Henry’s. Colton chuckled nervously.
“I have no idea what I’m doing next. You have to show me. The next part is foreign territory to me.” He kissed Henry again, drawing out the kiss teasingly, once again pulling a needy whimper from Henry’s lips.
“It’s okay.” Henry smiled at the beautiful man looking down at him, worry and need painted across Colton’s face. “So far, I’m loving everything you’re doing to me, in case you hadn’t noticed.” He chuckled and it seemed to transfer to Colton, whose facial expression relaxed, the concern once again giving way to arousal. “Okay, so you need to get me ready for you. It’s been a while for me.”
Henry sat up and reached for his pants lying next to the bedside table. He grabbed two packets of lube along with a condom from the back pocket. He looked at Colton searchingly. He wanted to make sure that they were still on the same page. That Colton still wanted this just as much as he did.
“You still okay? We can stop at any time if you want to. Nothing needs to happen that you’re not comfortable with.” He bit his lower lip hesitantly, stroking his right hand across Colton’s broad pec muscles, tangling his fingers through the coarse hair dusting his chest generously.
“Yeah, I’m okay. And I’m sure. I really want this. I just want to make it good for you. Show me how to make it good for you, Henry.” Colton blushed before he kissed Henry again.
“Okay, so how do you want me? On all fours? Or on my back? Or do you want me to ride you,” Henry failed to bite back a smile as he saw the vulnerable helplessness on Colton’s face. “I’m just kidding,” he grinned lying back down on his back. “I prefer eye contact the first time, I fuck someone – or in this case, when I’m being fucked. Next time I can do all the hard work and ride you.”
If there was one thing that Henry had never been, it was shy in bed. He felt comfortable in his own skin. He knew what he wanted and what he liked. And he didn’t feel the least bit embarrassed voicing his own desires and preferences to the people he slept with.
Colton smiled back at him, almost relieved.
“Eye contact is good. I like eye contact. Or at least with you,” he grinned bashfully. “And you know, I’m gonna get you back for being such a fucking brat, sweetheart.” Colton raised a dark eyebrow in warning and while he spoke, Henry grabbed a pillow and placed it under his lower back. Then he spread his thighs widely, holding back his knees against his chest, a smug smile on his lips.
“Oh, I’m counting on it, baby,” Henry breathed.
“Fuck,” Colton blurted out looking almost awestruck at Henry. “That’s so fucking hot. Look at you. You really want it bad, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Henry panted. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I needed you.” Dropping the condom on the comforter next to Colton’s right thigh, Henry handed him a packet of lube. “Put some on your fingers. Start with one finger.” He tried to reassure Colton but was losing it fast to his own building desire.
