Chapter 14 #2
“No.” He dips his head, chewing on the inside of his cheek, before he glances back at me. “How will we… Who will…” He swallows roughly. “I’m not sure if I’m ready to bottom today.”
A soft smile lifts my lips. “I wasn’t expecting you to, Colbs. I figured if we did have sex tonight, it would be you who tops.”
“Okay,” he says, sounding relieved.
Picking up my bag from the floor, I pull out my toiletry bag and point awkwardly at the bathroom.
“I just need to…” I let out a choked laugh. Fuck, why am I so nervous? Colby’s the virgin here, not me. “Do something. I won’t be long.”
Colby nods, settling on the bed and turning on the TV.
I head into the bathroom and quickly strip out of my clothes, then turn on the shower. I already cleaned out before we left earlier on the off chance Colby wanted to take things to the next step and fuck me tonight, but it doesn’t hurt to be extra prepared.
Plus, I’m sweating with nerves, and that’s not something I want Colby to see.
My shower is quick but thorough, and when I step out into the room again, I spot Colby sitting on the bed, stripped down to his boxer briefs.
The only light in the room is coming from the TV, where there’s a West Coast game showing, and it emphasizes the grooves and valleys of his torso.
I take a moment to appreciate him. The dusting of blond hair on his legs, the shape of his ankles.
Damn, who knew ankles could be sexy?
My eyes meet his, and a shiver runs down my spine at the heat burning in his stare as his eyes trail over my body, leaving a path of fire over every inch of my skin.
I flick the knot holding my towel and drop it onto the floor, letting the fabric pool at my feet.
I stand there in the glow of the TV, unable to look anywhere else except at the way Colby’s hungry gaze drinks in the length of my body.
My cock twitches as his tongue peeks out to lick over his bottom lip, and I let out a low groan when he reaches down to palm his cock over his briefs.
“Do you want me, Colbs?” I ask, voice low and raspy.
His “Yes” comes out in a choked whisper.
“Stand up.”
He swings his legs over the edge of the bed and moves to stand in front of me. I take his face in my hands and search his eyes as I ask, “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” he answers without hesitation.
I press a gentle kiss to his lips, then drop to my knees, smoothing my hands up his legs, from his calves to his hips. The outline of his hard cock is visible through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs, and my mouth waters.
I’ve been so eager to get my mouth on him, but every time, he’s been focused on pleasuring me. Not that I’m complaining because being on the receiving end of Colby’s blow jobs is fast becoming one of my favorite things.
But I’m desperate to taste him. To feel the weight of him against my tongue and bring him to the height of pleasure that he’s gifted me so many times now.
Bending forward, I mouth the tip, tracing the length of him with my tongue. He sucks in a shaky breath, and I angle my head until I’m looking up at him beneath hooded eyes.
He’s staring down at me, those hazel eyes wide with a mix of lust and surprise. His cheeks are slightly flushed in the same way they get when I’ve made him come.
I wrap my lips around his tip through the fabric and suck. He moans, and I can’t help but smile around him. I hook my fingers into the waistband of his briefs, but I don’t pull on them. I release him enough for my lips to brush over his sensitive head as I ask, “Can I suck your cock, Colbs?”
“Oh, fuck,” he gasps, fisting his hands at his sides as goose bumps ripple over his skin. “Say that again.”
“Can I suck your cock, Colbs?” I repeat, and then I stick out my tongue and run it over the fabric covering his cock.
“Shit. Fuck. Oh, god,” he groans, his knuckles turning white.
“You can touch me,” I tell him in case he’s worried about what to do with his hands.
Colby reaches out and cards his fingers through my hair, pushing it away from my face. I close my eyes, leaning into his touch like a satisfied cat.
“Tyler,” he says in a labored breath.
I open my eyes and look up at him. “Yeah?”
“I want you to suck my dick.”
A sinful smirk spreads across my face, and I curl my fingers tighter into his waistband. “Oh, my pleasure.”
I tug them down, freeing his hard cock, and let them fall to his feet.
I run my hands over his thighs up to his groin, then wrap one hand around the base of his cock.
The tip glistens with precum, and my restraint finally snaps.
I lick over his swollen head with the flat of my tongue, eliciting a low moan from deep within Colby’s chest. His hands tighten in my hair, and the pain in my scalp sends a bolt of lust down into my balls.
“Want me to go easy on you?” I ask, swirling my tongue around him and rubbing the underside of his shaft against my stubbled cheek.
The tendons in his neck strain as he hisses, “Fuck no.”
Keeping my eyes locked on his, I open my mouth and wrap my lips around him. I slowly take him deeper, his breaths stuttering out of him with every inch. As I take him as deep as I can go, I swallow around him, and his stomach sucks in at the same moment he pulls on my hair.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck.”
I smile around him and do it again. I run my tongue along the underside of his length as I pull off him until I’m only sucking on the tip. With my other hand, I cup his balls, rolling them with my thumb and fingers, enjoying every delicious moan that falls from his sexy lips.
“I… I don’t wanna come yet,” he manages to get out between gasps and moans.
His balls are already tight and heavy in my palm, but I continue to suck on him until I know he can’t take any more without spilling down my throat.
I guess I’ll have to wait for next time.
Releasing him with a wet pop, I jump to my feet and give his bare ass a slap.
“Get on the bed.”
Colby’s unsteady on his feet as he rounds the bed and climbs on, sitting back against the stacked pillows while I grab the bottle of lube from my bag.
I toss it onto the mattress, then move to straddle Colby’s waist. My hard cock slaps against his stomach, and he immediately reaches out to wrap his fingers around me.
He knows exactly how I like to be touched now. The pressure, the speed, the way to twist his palm over my tip that makes me see stars.
He works me over as I coat my fingers with lube, then reach behind to rub my fingers around my hole.
Colby’s eyes are locked on mine, and the hitch in his breath matches my own as I ease one finger inside, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I haven’t played with myself like this in a while, and it’s been even longer since I bottomed for anyone.
Colby’s fist falters slightly, his own cock tapping against my balls like it’s eager to slide home already.
“Can I…” He swallows roughly and releases my cock. “Will you show me how to make it good for you?”
“You wanna prep me for your dick, Colbs?”
“Fuck,” he breathes. “Yes, yes I do.”
Bending down without removing my finger, I slide my mouth over his and slip my tongue inside. His arms wrap around my shoulders, fingers tightening in my hair again as his tongue meets mine. I grind my cock down against his, feeling the evidence of our arousal slick against his skin.
My muscles are trembling by the time I let him go and swing my leg off him.
I twist around until I’m on all fours facing the other wall and feel the bed dip as Colby gets up onto his knees.
The soft click of the lube cap sounds like a bullet being fired over the low sound of the TV, and my back bows the second I feel the cool liquid between my cheeks.
“Just slide your finger in, Colbs,” I say, trying to keep the desperation out of my voice.
He circles my entrance with the tip of his finger before slowly sinking inside. The hitch in his breath has my pulse skyrocketing. His touch is tentative at first, like he’s not sure how fast or slow to go, but by the fourth stroke, I’m fisting the sheet, trying so hard not to thrust back on him.
“Like this?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I groan. “So fucking good. Keep going. Add another.”
He removes his finger, and I whine, but it soon morphs into a moan at that delicious stretch as he pushes two fingers inside. My cock is throbbing between my legs by the time he adds a third, his other hand resting on my hip like he’s the only thing holding me up.
“How do you want me?” I ask over my shoulder.
He curls his fingers inside me, and my head falls forward, arms quaking under my weight.
“I want to see you, Tyler,” he says, and then drapes his body over me to murmur in my ear. “But first, I want to watch my cock sink inside your body for the first time, then I want you to ride me, just the way you like it.”