Chapter 53
Jason played with his cock in response: maddeningly rhythmless, stopping and starting. Then teased his nipples, pinching, rolling, testing. Then stopped everything just to grin at him.
Colby was all but sobbing in frustration and ecstasy. He couldn’t speak, incoherent.
Thunder boomed outside. Rain flurried. The fire leapt in reply.
Jason put a hand back between Colby’s legs. Fondled his balls, bent to kiss and mouth at them too, and lower. Further back. Tongue lapping, discovering.
Colby’s whole body—whole world—dissolved into white-hot molten sugar, waves of shocked ecstasy that crashed through him head to toe. He clung to scarf-fabric anchors, shaking: he was Jason’s, he belonged to Jason, he was tied up and spread out for Jason to play with and taste…
He quivered all over, sinking and flying at once, simply yielding and beingand knowing only Jason’s touch and care and love.