Chapter 124
He ran his hand over Colby’s smooth chest. He rubbed his thumb over Colby’s nipples, one at a time: pink and tempting, they stood out even more with some attention. “How about these? Sensitive?” He knew they were, more than his own.
“Yes, Jason. Very…very much, at the moment.”
“Good. They should be. You’re doing fine.” Lower, hand pressing gently over Colby’s stomach, delicate areas, places that Jason’s stunt-person brain knew could be wounded. Of course Colby wasn’t hurt and they were playing; the firmness of those swimmer’s muscles and the sun-gilded expanse of skin made him want to lean down and lick every bare inch.
He kept his hand where it was. “How about here? Still no pain, nothing hurting?” Below his hand, Colby’s arousal begged for caresses: rigid and flushed, trickling need in a pearlescent stream.
Colby whispered, “Jason…”
“You need to answer.”
“I…I…oh yes, I mean no, I mean I’m fine, it’s…it almost doeshurt, needing you—should I say it does, if you want to—”