Chapter Eleven
“No tickling!” Zack laughed as he tried to get away, but Colton grabbed him and pulled him back.
“Where do you think you’re going, Blue?” Colton nuzzled Zack’s neck.
Nowhere else he’d rather be. Warm skin pressed against his back, solid muscle that made every bad memory feel distant and unimportant.
Craig had been dead for two weeks now, and sometimes Zack still woke expecting to find bruises, expecting threats.
Instead, he found Colton’s arms around him, that cedar-and-leather scent that meant safety.
“Got you,” Colton murmured against his ear, breath warm and teasing.
Fingertips traced lazy patterns across Zack’s stomach, each touch sending sparks through already sensitive skin.
Morning light filtered through the blinds, painting gold stripes across tangled sheets and bare limbs.
Everything felt softer in this light—the curve of Colton’s bicep, the dark hair dusting his forearms, even the possessive grip keeping Zack pressed back against him.
Turning in those arms took effort, but Zack managed it, ending up face-to-face with brown eyes that had gone dark with want. Colton’s mouth curved into that slow, predatory smile that never failed to make heat pool in Zack’s belly.
“Morning, gorgeous.” That rumbling voice sent vibrations through everywhere they touched.
Instead of answering, Zack traced the ridge of Colton’s collarbone with one finger, following the line down to where muscle bunched and shifted. Skin like warm silk over steel, impossible and perfect. A soft growl escaped when Zack’s nail scraped lightly across one nipple.
“Careful,” Colton warned, but his hands were already sliding down to grip Zack’s ass, pulling their hips flush together.
Both of them were already hard, cocks brushing with each tiny movement. Zack rolled his hips experimentally, watched Colton’s eyes flutter closed for a heartbeat. Power rushed through him—this massive, dangerous man coming undone from such a simple touch.
Ducking his head, Zack pressed his mouth to Colton’s throat, tasting salt and musk. Teeth scraped along the tendon there, not quite biting, just enough pressure to make Colton’s breath catch. Those big hands tightened on his ass, fingers digging in.
“Gonna drive me crazy,” Colton growled, tilting his head to give better access.
“That's the plan.” Zack sucked a mark into the skin, dark and obvious, claiming.
Everything shifted in one smooth motion. Suddenly Zack found himself on his back, Colton looming over him, all that muscle blocking out the morning light. Brown eyes had gone almost black, pupils blown wide with hunger.
“My turn.”
Before Zack could respond, Colton’s mouth crashed into his.
Nothing gentle about this kiss—tongues battled, teeth caught lips, desperate sounds spilling between them.
Colton kissed like he fought, with total focus and devastating skill.
One hand tangled in Zack’s hair, holding him exactly where Colton wanted him, while the other mapped every inch of available skin.
Breaking away to breathe felt like surfacing from deep water. Both of them panted, lips swollen and slick. Colton didn’t give him time to recover, just started working his way down Zack’s throat with open-mouthed kisses that left wet trails cooling in the morning air.
“Love these,” Colton murmured against his collarbone, tongue tracing the hollow there. “Love how sensitive you are here.”
Proof came immediately when teeth grazed that spot and Zack’s entire body arched off the bed. A whimper escaped before he could bite it back, hands flying up to grip Colton’s shoulders. Muscle bunched and released under his palms, powerful and controlled.
Lower now, Colton’s mouth found a nipple. First just breath, warm and teasing, making the bud tighten in anticipation. Then the flat of his tongue, slow circles that had Zack squirming. When teeth finally closed around it, tugging gently, Zack cried out.
“That's it,” Colton encouraged, switching to the other side. “Let me hear you, Blue.”
Impossible not to when every touch felt electric. Colton worked him over with patient dedication, learning exactly what pressure made Zack gasp, what rhythm made his hips buck. By the time that wicked mouth reached his navel, Zack was trembling.
“Please,” he gasped, fingers twisted in the sheets.
“Please what?” Colton’s breath ghosted over his cock, so close but not touching. “Tell me what you want.”
“Your mouth. Want your mouth on me.”
A pleased rumble vibrated against his inner thigh where Colton pressed a kiss. “Since you asked so nicely.”
First contact was just the tip of Colton’s tongue against the head of his cock, barely there, collecting the bead of precum that had gathered. Zack’s hips jerked, seeking more, but strong hands pressed them back down.
“Stay still for me, sweetheart.”
Easier said than done when Colton’s mouth finally wrapped around him, hot and wet and perfect. No teasing now, just steady suction as he took Zack deeper. That talented tongue did something incredible on the underside, some swirling motion that made stars burst behind Zack’s eyelids.
“Fuck, your mouth,” Zack babbled, one hand flying to Colton’s hair. “So good, so fucking good.”
Encouragement made Colton work harder. He pulled back to suck just the head, tongue playing with the slit, before sliding all the way down until his nose pressed against Zack’s pelvis.
The sight alone—Colton’s lips stretched around him, those brown eyes looking up through dark lashes—nearly ended everything right there.
“Not gonna last,” Zack warned, tugging at Colton’s hair.
Instead of pulling off, Colton doubled down. One hand came up to roll Zack’s balls, gentle pressure that shot straight through him. The other wrapped around the base of his cock, working in tandem with that incredible mouth. Wet sounds filled the room, obscene and perfect.
Release built like a storm, starting deep in his belly and spreading outward. Every muscle drew tight, back arching, mouth falling open on a soundless cry. Colton took him deep one more time, swallowing around him, and that was it.
Orgasm crashed through him in pulsing rushes. Colton swallowed everything, throat working, those big hands gentling him through the aftershocks. Only when Zack went boneless did he pull off, pressing soft kisses to hip bones and the tender skin of his inner thighs.
“Beautiful,” Colton murmured, crawling back up to capture Zack’s mouth.
Tasting himself on Colton’s tongue should've been weird, but it just felt right. Everything with Colton felt right, even the things that used to terrify him. Like being vulnerable. Like letting someone see him completely.
“Want you inside me,” Zack breathed against Colton’s lips.
“Yeah?” Colton’s cock jumped against his thigh, leaving a wet streak. “You sure?”
Instead of answering with words, Zack reached for the nightstand drawer where they kept supplies. His fingers found the bottle of lube, still half-full from a few nights ago. Pressing it into Colton’s hand felt like making a declaration.
“Want to feel you for days,” Zack said, spreading his legs wider in invitation.
Something shifted in Colton’s expression, hunger mixing with reverence.
He sat back on his heels between Zack’s thighs, just looking for a moment.
Not lustful, exactly, though that was there too.
More like he was memorizing every detail—the flush spreading down Zack’s torso, the way his cock was already starting to fill again, the trust in offering himself up completely.
“You're perfect,” Colton said, voice rough with emotion.
Before Zack could deflect with a joke, slick fingers circled his entrance. Just teasing at first, light pressure that made his breath catch. Colton watched his face, gauging every reaction as one finger pressed inside.
The stretch burned slightly, muscles protesting the intrusion. But Colton went slow, working that single digit in and out until Zack’s body relaxed around it. Only then did he add more lube, scissoring gently to open him up.
“More,” Zack demanded, pushing back against Colton’s hand.
A second finger joined the first, and this time the stretch felt better. Fuller. Colton crooked them just right, finding that spot that made Zack see stars. A strangled moan tore from his throat, hands scrambling for purchase on the sheets.
“There we go,” Colton praised, working him steadily. “Opening up so pretty for me.”
By the time three fingers were pumping in and out, Zack was desperate. His cock had filled completely again, leaking against his stomach with each brush against his prostate. Sweat beaded along his hairline despite the cool morning air.
“Ready,” he gasped. “So ready, please.”
Colton withdrew his fingers slowly, making Zack whine at the loss. More lube, probably too much, but neither of them cared about the mess. Then the blunt head of Colton’s cock pressed against him, hot and insistent.
“Breathe for me, Blue.”
The first push stole all the air from Zack’s lungs. Even with preparation, Colton’s cock stretched him wide, a burning pressure that bordered on too much. But Colton went slow, inch by careful inch, pausing whenever Zack tensed up.
“That’s it, let me in.” Colton’s voice rumbled with barely contained hunger.
When Colton finally bottomed out, both of them had to stop and breathe. The fullness was overwhelming, like Colton had claimed every inch of space inside him. Zack felt split open in the best way, exposed and possessed all at once.
“Move,” he begged after his body adjusted. “Please move.”
Colton started with shallow rocks, barely pulling out before pressing back in.
Each thrust sent sparks through Zack’s entire body, pleasure mixing with the lingering burn until he couldn't tell them apart.
Gradually the movements got longer, deeper, until Colton was pulling almost all the way out before sliding home.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” Colton groaned, grip tightening on Zack’s hips. “So tight, so perfect around my cock.”
The dirty talk made Zack clench down, which pulled another growl from Colton. The pace picked up, steady thrusts that hit his prostate with devastating accuracy. Pleasure built in rolling pulses, each one stronger than the last.
“Harder,” Zack demanded, nails raking down Colton’s back.
Control snapped. Colton’s hips pistoned forward, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Each thrust drove deeper, harder, until Zack could barely breathe through the pleasure. His cock bounced between them, untouched but leaking steadily.
“Gonna come just from my cock?” Colton’s voice had gone rough, almost feral. “Come on, Blue. Show me how good I make you feel.”
Pleasure built to impossible heights. Every snap of those powerful hips drove Zack higher, closer to an edge that promised to shatter him completely. Sweat slicked their bodies, making skin slide together with delicious friction.
“Gonna come,” Zack warned, though it came out more like a sob. “So, so, so close.”