Chapter 113
Colby’s breath caught. Jason smirked.
“Oh, yes, that,” Colby said. “I do like that. But…that’s not all you’re doing, is it? You need to, er…open yourself up. May I…oh, no, hang on. Shall I make that an order? With your fingers.”
Jason’s entire chest hurt with love. Colby’s voice, that delicious mix of hesitance and authority, exploration and fascination. Colby’s warmth beside him, acres of English-pale smooth skin and a few scattered stray freckles. Colby’s arousal, blatant and bumping Jason’s hip.
He poured lube onto his hand. Moved the hand lower, further back: planting feet, spreading thighs, letting Colby see that too: his fingers tracing the rim of his own hole.
God, that felt good. It’d been a while, and his body wanted this; even more, he knew Colby was watching, and thatfelt fucking glorious.