“No, I love it,” I groaned as he stroked harder.
Chapter 10
Colin
Carson was going to wreck me, and I was more than willing to let him.
We were stretched out on his bed, our eyes pouring over one another after our shower. His left arm was folded under his head as he ran his fingers up and down my side before stopping on my hip. He hadn’t stopped touching me since we’d given in to each other, and I never wanted him to stop. He was relaxed and had let down his guard. It was as if he’d been holding his breath all this time and finally exhaled.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
I ran my palm over his cheek. “How much I enjoy touching you.”
He removed his hand from my hip to cover mine. Lacing our fingers together, he kept his eyes on me as he brought our hands to his mouth, placing a kiss on my palm.
I swallowed thickly. “Why are you being so sweet?”
One side of his mouth rose. “That’s what lovers do. They cling to a passionate connection that bonds them for whatever time they have. If it’s too much, I’ll try to stop. But no promises.”
I kept my eyes on him. “Is that how it works?”
Carson frowned as he studied my face. Maybe I’d shown too much, but it didn’t matter. “Have you never had a relationship?”
Shaking my head, I dropped my gaze to his chin. “No. Nothing real.”
He unlaced our fingers and brought his hand to my face. I closed my eyes and leaned into it, memorizing how it felt to be touched by someone who cared.
“What do you need?”
To be loved by someone like you.
To be held and be the center of your world.
For someone to see me like you do.
And for you to never stop touching me.
“Colin,” he called, waiting for me to meet his eyes. When I finally found the courage, I complied. I couldn’t lie to him or make this trivial, because he’d already ruined me.
“You. Just you… for tonight.”
Carson slid his hand to the back of my neck and pulled me to him. His warm lips found mine, making me close my eyes to the sweetness.
Rolling me onto my back, he pressed his body to mine, lighting up every point of contact. He kissed me with languid strokes, leaving me high on him.
My hands skated over his back onto his muscular ass. Squeezing, my fingertips slipped into the crease, brushing back and forth.
Carson pulled back and held my face as he kissed my exposed skin. He moved down my body, leaving kisses everywhere, but moving out of my reach.
Staring up at me, he was a master at eye contact as he took my cock in his mouth. I was semi-hard until his eyes closed and he moaned around the taste of my pre-cum.
“Fuck, baby. You’re getting me close.”
Carson popped off my cock. “Not yet. I need to be inside you.”
“Yes,” I said, grasping my cock. “Yes, please.”
He kissed the inside of my thigh and the juncture between my leg and hip before urging me to my stomach.
