Page 11 of Colby's Lost Binky

“Is that where the cookies are?”

“No.” I kissed him on the tip of his nose. “Want to bring them up with us?”

He gave a nod. “Because we might not want to come back down for them later.” Could he be any cuter?

“Stay right here.” I dashed into the kitchen for the bag of cookies a patient had given me. Home baked and delicious. I’d never been gladder for one of the patients who thought their doctor needed more butter and sugar. And chocolate. “Ready.” I waved the bag and held out my other hand. “Let’s go upstairs.”

I hadn’t expected to take things to this level tonight. But I wouldn’t deny how much I wanted him. Colby was funny and smart and adorable and hot. He checked all the boxes I’d ever had and maybe a few I hadn’t thought of, and as we ran up the stairs side by side to my bedroom, I loved that he was in as much of a hurry as I was to be together. Outside my bedroom door, I almost asked him again if he was sure, but one look at his sparkling eyes and kiss-swollen lips more than answered that question. So I kissed him again and guided him inside. The cookies were planted on the bedside table for easy reaching, and I took a moment to grab lube and condoms from the top drawer and flick on the lamp. Then the only thing keeping me from Colby was the silly clothing between us.

Kisses grew more frenzied as we undressed one another, shirts and jeans and underwear landing underfoot, kicked away, along with our shoes and socks. I pulled down the comforter and guided Colby down into the pillows and soft sheets. His skin glowed in the lamplight, the light hair on his chest echoed in the nest from which sprang his thick, hard cock. Mouthwatering, I closed my fist around it and looked up at him. Colby breathed through parted lips, watching me as I bent and licked the droplet of precum, a salty taste of what was to come. “Sweet.” I licked my lips. “But I want more.”

He nodded, breathing harder. “Help yourself.”

Chuckling at his wording, I did as he suggested, closing my lips around the head and sucking gently. Tickling the tip with my tongue, I felt his hips rock under me and took more of him into my mouth, exploring each inch, learning what made him hiss or gasp or, better, moan.

“Yes, like that.” He gripped the sheet on either side of him, fingers digging in as I used lips, teeth, and tongue to bring him closer and closer to the edge. When he shuddered, I flicked a glance up at him and deliberately slowed, wanting him to have the longest possible pleasure. He whimpered and begged, releasing his hold on the sheets to bury his fingertips in my hair and tug. “Please, I can’t stand it. Oh, it’s so good, D-Barrister. Please, I want to ohhhhh.”

When the first jet of cum hit my mouth, I drank it down, welcoming its salty heat in my throat. He trembled all over, hips rising off the bed to deliver all the last spurts between my lips. When he sagged back down, I licked him clean before rising on my knees and reaching for the lube and condom. Kneeling between his legs, I studied him for a moment lying there panting. “You up for more?”

“You’d better not stop.” He pulled his knees to his chest and held onto them, an open, vulnerable invitation.

“Thank gods because I am not sure I’d be able to.” Although I would, even if it killed me. I tore the condom package with my teeth and dropped it into my palm. Rolling it onto my cock, I tried not to rub, afraid the slightest touch would send me over the edge like a teenager. Just sucking him off had done this to me. “You’re entirely too sexy.”

He laughed, breathy and a bit weak. “You’re one to talk.”

After twisting the top off the lube, I squeezed some onto my fingers and glided them between his ass cheeks, finding his hole and making it as slippery as possible. He was tight, and the muscles flexed around my questing fingers. “I want you ready for me.” I inserted one, then two, three, up to the first knuckle and fanned them out, stretching him.

“There are no gains without pains,” he intoned.

I jerked upright. “Are you quoting Ben Franklin? Now?”

“Am I?” Colby giggled. “Well, so far, this is historical. Please, please fuck me? I need you.”

A quick slick of my condom-covered cock, and I placed the head at his pucker and pushed. “I need you too.” Despite my larger-than-usual girth, I’d done my work well, preparing him. My cock drove into his hole, an inch at a time, the tightness squeezing and massaging until I was balls deep in Colby’s ass.

A better place, I’d never been. Or a hotter one. After resting a moment, allowing him to adjust to the fullness, I withdrew most of the way then thrust inside again. He urged me on, gripping his knees tighter to his chest, opening himself wider to me. I couldn’t go deeper, but it did allow me to speed up, the friction and tension so intense, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. But it felt so good, and Colby thrashed his head from side to side. He was hard as steel again, and I reached down to stroke him, wanting to bring him over with me, even though he’d come not very long ago.

To my great pleasure, just as my cum surged from my balls to fill the condom tip, a hot jet hit my belly, and Colby shouted my name. He came again, and I joined him in a shout of release before easing his legs down and rolling to the side, taking him with me.

“Can you stay?” I stroked his arms, not wanting to stop touching him. “Overnight?”

“Depends.” He snuggled closer.

“On what?”

“How long the cookies last.”

They didn’t last long, but he stayed anyway, sleeping in my arms like an angel while I listened to his even breaths and tried to decide how soon was too soon to wake him and make love again. It had been a long time since I’d wanted anyone this much. Actually, I never had. Everything about Colby spoke to me on a deep level. I didn’t want to sleep, but eventually I drifted off, only to wake up hours later when this little decided to make the first move.

And I didn’t even have any cookies left.

Chapter Nine

Colby

Had I planned to spend my night naked with the sexy doctor? Absolutely not. Did I regret a single second of it? Only that it didn’t start earlier.

There was something about Barrister, something I just connected with. Not once had I felt bad about my living and work situation while we were together the night before—not during our date, not even when he paid, and definitely not when we were enjoying each other’s bodies. I was able to be myself around him in a way I hadn’t been with anyone in a really long time. Sure, he didn’t see all of me. My little side had been safely tucked away, but my big side? He got to see me just as I am, and I loved it.

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