Chapter 126
Colby’s cock, trapped between them, made them both wetter. Slick with want and sweat and quivering at the brink.
His hips sped up. He pounded into Colby. He knew the angles, the thrusts, that worked best; he did that, and then did that over and over, unable to stop if he’d wanted to, swept up in the rapture in Colby’s face, the sensations of Colby surrounding him.
He rasped out, between short breaths, “Colby. Look at me.”
Colby did, eyes so luminous blue that Jason’s next breath stuttered and stopped.
And Jason begged, because it wasbegging, an order and a plea, needing Colby to feel this good, to know how much Jason loved him, everything, “Come for me, like this, go on…”
Colby sobbed Jason’s name once more, and did: expression abruptly transcendent, blank with rapture, whole body arching up and stiffening and suffused by release. His climax poured out between their bodies, hot and slippery.