Page 44 of The History Between Us

Unable to go another second without touching him, I lean down, pressing my lips to his hot, smooth chest. Colt exhales a shaky breath as he watches me cover the area. I work my way down once again, not leaving a single inch untouched. I want all of him. I want my every sense to be muddled by Colt. The lower I get, the shallower his breath becomes. It’s so quiet in my room you could hear a pin drop.

I drag my tongue down the strip of hair under his navel that leads to his groin, reveling in the way his body trembles. Nipping at the sensitive skin on his thighs, I work my way all around his cock, saving it for last. He’s so damn hard, the tip glistening with his arousal, and my mouth waters to taste it. To lap it up and let the flavor simmer on my tastebuds. I bet it’ll be fucking divine. Peering up at him from beneath my lashes, I lick a hot, wet stripe up the center of his nut sack, feeling them tighten under my tongue as he groans, the sound low and throaty, his hips rocking up, chasing more.

Colt’s natural musk, mixed with the faint scent of his sweat, makes for an intoxicating concoction that shouldn’t beas addicting as it is. My cock twitches behind my pants as I drag in a whiff of him, memorizing the scent. Propped up on his elbows, Colt peers down at me, his lip tucked between his teeth, eyes glassy and hooded. He looks like the embodiment of sex as he watches me. Gazing up at him, it’s no wonder I was unable to resist him. He looks like an angel with the mouth of a devil.

I finally allow myself to take him in my hand. Hot, hard flesh fills my fist, velvety to the touch, a glistening bead shimmering in the light on the slit. Colt’s cock, like the rest of him, is a work of art. Not too long, maybe six inches or so, but it’s got some impressive girth. The tip is flared and red, shaft pale pink with a prominent vein running along the length of the underside. A vein that I fully intend to trace with my tongue here in a minute.

Colt’s breath comes out in harsh pants through his nose as I pump my fist up and down, slowly stroking him as I maintain eye contact. His cheeks are flushed, nipples taut, and he’s clenching his hands into fists. It’s killing him to stay still, and that lights me up inside—having Colt at my mercy.

Wetting my lips with my tongue, my stomach dips as I watch Colt track the movement with his hungry eyes. I lean in, lapping up the seeping pre-cum spilling down his length, a groan rumbling inside my chest at his delicious flavor. Colt gasps as my lips close around the tip, tongue flicking the flared head before I sink farther down, taking more of him. It’s been alongtime since I’ve sucked a dick, and my gag reflex kicks in embarrassingly fast.

“Fuuuuuck,”Colt groans, hips rocking up so gently I’m not even sure he’s aware he’s doing it. “I wish you could see how fucking sexy you look taking my cock in your mouth, Doc.”

Locking my eyes on his, my head bobbing up and down, I drink in the lust-drunk sight of him. It’s something I wish I could photograph, to look back on night after night.

Every time I sink a little lower, his moans get a little more desperate. Colt’s a vocal man in bed; it’s one thing I remembervividly. There’s something so attractive about a man who voices what he likes. When you can tell he’s into what you’re doing. Some men, be it toxic masculinity or just plain insecurity, are damn near silent the entire time. Not Colt. Reaching down, I roll his balls in my palm as I continue to suck him. He’s practically writhing beneath me before he gasps, hand flying out to my shoulder as he roughly shoves me off and scoots back.

“I don’t want to come yet,” he husks when I narrow my eyes at him, my spit-slick lips tugged into a smirk. “Get over here. It’s my turn to play with you, Doc.”

A shiver rolls down my spine at the authority in his tone, and the way he grabs my arms, flipping us so it’s my back against the mattress now. Wasting no time, not waiting for any response from me, he drags my pajama pants down my legs, my stiff erection jutting out.

He bites his lip with a groan. “Fuck, it’s as beautiful as I remember,” he mutters, wrapping a steady hand around the base, stroking up with a flick of his wrist. My chest quakes with a moan as I watch him lean down and take my whole length into his mouth in one go. Doesn’t give himself any time to adjust, doesn’t go slow. He swallows me like a starved man, and my body seizes up when I feel his throat muscles constrict around the head.

Colt sucks dick like it’s a prize. It’s sloppy and slick, the sound of him deep throating me lewd and erotic. His hand fondles my balls, tugging on them gently, and as his fingerbrushes along my taint in a featherlight touch, I swear I see stars. Colt peers up at me, eyes wet and bloodshot, as I touch the back of his throat. Cheeks hollow, he sucks me hard all the way back up before swirling his tongue around the tip.

I’m not going to last much longer if he keeps up like this. Colt must sense this because after another moment, he backs off. “Where’s your lube?” he asks, sitting back, fisting his cock. The sight is something out of my hottest dreams. I could watch him stroke himself for hours.

I gesture toward the nightstand. “In there.”

He climbs off the bed and pulls the drawer open, grabbing the clear bottle from inside. Eyes flicking to mine, he says, “I’m tested regularly. The last time was right before my accident, and I haven’t been with anybody since. It was negative.”

The insinuation is loud and clear. He wants me to fuck him without a condom. I don’t ever do that, but the idea of any sort of barrier between Colt and me tonight doesn’t sit right with me. If we only have one night, I want to feel all of him.

Nodding, I tell him, “Got one at my last physical; it was negative too. Also haven’t been with anybody since.”

Like my response pleases him, he grins, then wastes no time flicking the cap open, pouring a glob of the clear gel onto his fingers, and I spend the next minute watching in rapt silence as he preps himself for me. His eyes never leave mine, and as soon as he’s done, he climbs onto my lap, lining the tip of my cock up with his tight hole.

As he sinks down, inch by inch, his gaze holds mine, bright green eyes nearly black with lust. The air in the room is thick, and it feels like my lungs can’t drag in oxygen fast enough. His lips part, and he lets out a deep groan once I’m fully seated inside of him. His hot channel sucks me in, squeezing me tightenough that my eyelids fight to stay open.

Hands moving to his hips, I grip him as he starts sliding up and down my shaft. “Christ, Colt,” I gasp, the feel of him unreal. “You feel… so… fucking good.”

He smirks. “You like my tight hole taking your thick cock?”

“God, yes,” I growl, throwing my head back as he fucks himself faster on top of me. His dick is hard, the skin shiny from being pulled taut, and he’s leaking all over my stomach. I love seeing how turned on he is, but I’m going out of my mind. Tightening my grip on his hips, I flip us quickly, before he has a chance to stop me. With Colt flat on his back, I grab onto the headboard, and drill into his sweet little ass, his legs automatically wrapping around my hips.

Sweat lines the back of my neck as my heart pounds. Colt reaches between us, pumping his fist up and down his length as I fuck him harder and deeper. Neither of us says a word, nothing but our heavy breathing and garbled moans filling the air, but the way we’re looking at one another, gazes locked, it’s overwhelming. Unlike anything I’ve experienced. Somehow this feels more intimate, like Colt can see right into my soul as I bring us closer to the edge.

Every inch of my skin is on fire, this passion burning straight into my core. I can’t catch my breath, and this moment seems way larger than me. Larger than both of us. My chest feels cracked open, frayed. It’s too much.

Does he feel it too?

“I’m close,” he moans, and it’s like those two words are enough to set me off.

I nod, my balls tightening up to my body. “Me too.”

His jaw drops open, a moan falling off his lips. “Fill me up, Doc,” he growls. “Come in my ass. Mark me. Make me come.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I tease, my voice foreign to my own ears. “You want to go home tonight and feel me leaking out of you?”

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