Dean nodded and slowly began to fuck him.
After a while, Colton relaxed and began to roll and tilt his hips to meet Dean’s thrusts, driving him deeper. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” he whispered.
They moved together, bodies as one, gently rolling like waves in the ocean. Dean held his head, softly, almost reverently kissing his mouth and neck.
Dean took care to move slowly, never wanting to hurt Colton.
Colton opened his mouth in a silent scream as he shot all over his belly.
Dean followed seconds later and crumpled onto Colton’s stomach, creating a seal of sweat and body fluids.
“That. Was. Incredible. I’ve never had anything in my ass before,” Colton panted, still catching his breath. “But that felt so fucking good.”
“You took it like a champ, baby.” Dean caressed his face. “I’m proud of you.”
Colton laughed, low and lazy. “I fucking loved it! I think I’m a bottom now.”
“Ha!” Dean cackled. “Hold on now, we’ve got to share the bottom duties.”
Colton rolled Dean onto his back. “I’m getting a drink.” He kissed his neck. “But you stay right there. I’m not done with you.”
Colton hopped out of bed and made his way toward the kitchen.
Dean shifted to sit against the headboard and exclaimed, “Damn! That ass!”
Colton stopped in his tracks and gave his ass a little wiggle, then continued toward the kitchen.
From the bed, Dean sang out, “L.A. Face with an Oakland booty.”
Colton roared with laughter.
The days bled into nights, the nights into days. They lost all concept of time. What happened outside was irrelevant. Dean’s bed was the center of the universe, and as far as Dean was concerned, Colton was the sun. Colton was a drug, and Dean had become an absolute addict with no hope of rehab.
They made their way through the loft, testing new exciting places to fuck…the shower, the pool, the roof, the stairwell, the kitchen counter, the gym. Practically every surface was christened.
Sometimes, the sex was slow and sensual, very tender. Other times, it became hard and rough, depraved and absolutely filthy. Dean found that Colton liked it hard and rough. The dirty talkreallyturned him on!
The dreaded day came when they had to get dressed and leave the loft and they headed down to Whole Foods on the first floor.
As they stocked up on groceries and provisions, they could barely contain themselves.
Colton grazed Dean’s hand as he reached for garlic.
Dean brushed his groin across Colton’s ass when reaching for chicken breasts.
Colton ran his hand across Dean’s crotch as he crossed in front.
Dean licked the back of Colton’s ear as he picked out bottles of wine.
They teased one another mercilessly until the tension was unbearable. And when they got home, the sex was fucking astounding.
Chapter 30
Colton
Bayfront Park buzzed with activity. Families and couples picnicked on the grassy fields, groups tossed frisbees and footballs, and dogs frolicked with their humans. Sailboats, small motorboats, and fishing boats dotted the blue water of the bay as seagulls coasted across the sky.
It was a beautiful spring day with blue skies, a perfect seventy-eight degrees. Dean and Colton walked along the bay, enjoying the fresh air and gorgeous weather. The pathway was filled with walkers, joggers, and bikers. Occasionally, they were stopped by fans who would ask for selfies or autographs. They both graciously obliged, happy to take the few seconds before continuing with their walk.
