Chapter 34
“Oh God…” Colby’s entire body quivered with the effort of not moving. “Jason, please!”
“So sweet.” Jason grinned at him. “Always so nice, aren’t you? Except for what you’re thinking about, with my hand…”
“I am,” Colby got out, “trying so very hard to be nice and sweet right now, I likebeing nice, but Jason, please—please fuck me, please finish undressing me and toss me into bed right bloody now—”
“I like you telling me what you want,” Jason observed cheerfully, and finished off the last few buttons in rapid succession but left Colby’s shirt on and open, for now.
He ran a hand up over Colby’s flat stomach, soaking up the sensation of flushed skin, the map-trails of scattered occasional freckle-treasure. Easing a loose shirt-fold back, he found a taut pebbled nipple. He rolled it between fingers, not quite sharply but not lightly, either.
Colby moaned out loud. And swayed in place, eyelashes sweeping down and up.