Page 144 of Men in Shorts

“Not yet.” He moved forward again, this time burying his face in Colin’s neck. Colin held him close, savoring every undulation of Andrew’s body. A few bruises ached from the pressure atop him, but he didn’t care. It was a small price to pay for getting fucked so sweetly.

Soon he needed more. Spreading his thighs wider, he reached down and grasped Andrew’s arse. “I want all of you now. Every bit of?—”

His breath cut off as Andrew filled him to the hilt.

“Like that?” Andrew asked.

Colin shuddered, speechless, his senses utterly flooded.

“Or like this?” Without pulling back, Andrew began to roll his hips in long, luscious spirals, each one bringing him deeper than Colin thought possible.

“Aye,” he managed to say. Between the fullness inside him and the friction of Andrew’s belly against his cock, Colin was beginning to lose his mind.Please don’t ever let this end.

When Andrew paused, Colin couldn’t hold back a noise of dismay.

“Sorry, getting too close.” After a moment, Andrew added, “Let me try something.”

“Different position?”

“Not exactly. Stay there.” Andrew bent his head to kiss Colin’s chest, where his lips soon found Colin’s left nipple. Colin groaned with pleasure—pleasure that turned to amazement as Andrew’s mouth traveled lower, then lower still, even as the tip of his cock remained inside him. He reached beneath Colin’s lower back and lifted him.

Christ, I knew he was strong and flexible, but this is?—

Andrew’s tongue extended to lick the head of Colin’s cock.

“What—” Colin stared down in disbelief that only one man was doing all this to him at once.

Andrew looked up. “A bit of help here?”

“Right. Sorry.” Colin grasped the base of his shaft to stabilize it, then guided the tip between Andrew’s lips. “Och…how…”

It seemed impossible, but there Andrew was, sucking and fucking him simultaneously, his own body bent in half like it was nothing, his hips giving short, steady strokes, gliding him just over the inner edge of Colin’s hole.

Colin’s hand spasmed in reflex, tightening his grip on himself. All at once he was lost, his orgasm rushing toward him with unstoppable force. He gave a strangled cry, his body convulsing, yet still Andrew continued, the flick of his tongue and the slide of his cock sending Colin higher and higher.

With his other hand Colin clutched at the sheet beneath him but couldn’t grasp the taut material. For a moment he thought his brains might blow out of his ears, and he considered asking Andrew to stop.

But it was too late. Colin released a long, high wail as he came, grasping at thin air. Every cell in his body seemed to shatter, mend itself, then shatter again with even more force.

Andrew’s mouth stilled on Colin’s cock, bathing it in its own hot, swirling come. Then he unfolded his body, swallowed hard, and gave one final thrust, so, so deep. His gaze widened as it met Colin’s. “Oh…yes, I’m…”

I know. Give it to me.With the little strength he had left, Colin clenched him tight, the better to feel each throb and pulse inside him. Andrew’s eyes glazed over, and he emitted a deep groan mingling with a laugh of amazement.

At last he withdrew, face radiant with sweat and ecstasy. “Wow.”

Colin couldn’t even echo this understatement. His lungs were still spasming with the rest of his body as the aftershocks continued, fading with each tremor.

Andrew rolled out of bed to dispose of the condom. When he returned, he restored order to the rumpled sheets, then drew them up over their bodies as he lay down. “All right?”

Colin stared at him, his vision out of focus. “How did you—how is that even—what?”

Andrew gave an uncharacteristically modest smile. “Wasn’t sure I could manage that. Though I’ve done it to myself, with your assistance.”

“I remember.” More than once he’d folded Andrew in half and fucked him senseless while Andrew sucked his own cock. The sight alone would make Colin come in an instant. But this…this was ten times as mind-boggling. “You been training for such miracles up in your yoga studio?”

“Not specifically.” He winced a bit as he stretched his legs beneath the covers. “But yes, I’ve been working on my lower back flexibility, among other things.”

“‘Other things’? I cannae wait.” Colin held up a hand. “Actually, gie’s a wee while to recover from this magic first.” He adjusted his pillow, which as usual had got squished into a lump while they’d fucked. “I wish we’d recorded that, cos tomorrow I’ll never believe it happened.”

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