Page 51 of The Quarterback
Nick closed the distance between them and took Colton’s face between his hands. Leaned in and closed his lips over Colton’s, hushed him with a kiss.
He thought he’d be tentative, sweet, chaste. He thought he’d let their lips linger. But Colton groaned and opened his mouth beneath Nick’s, and then their tongues were arcing together, and Nick’s fingers dug into Colton’s scalp as he deepened the kiss, as he chased Colton’s tongue with his own, as he bit down on Colton’s lower lip and moaned. He wanted more, so much more. He was trembling, he wanted it so much, and he wrapped his arms around Colton’s neck—
Colton’s hard cock brushed against his leg.
Nick shuddered and broke the kiss, pulling back to stare at Colton. Colton’s pupils were so huge Nick could fall into them. His lips were wet, swollen, his cheeks flushed. “Oh, fuck,” Nick breathed.
Colton went pale. He tried to pull away. “Stop,” he croaked. “Stop. You don’t want this. Forget it, forget about last night.”
“No,” Nick growled. He grabbed Colton’s cheek and pulled him back. “I don’t want to forget. And I don’t want to stop. I wantyou, Colton.”
He wanted Colton, all of Colton, right now.
Colton flew at him like he was on the line of scrimmage in the middle of a game. He slammed into Nick and backed him up until they hit the wall, hard enough that Nick bounced off and hit Colton’s chest, then the wall again. Colton caged him, his left arm bracketing Nick as he leaned in, as he captured Nick’s lips with his own in a hungry, demanding kiss.
Nick grabbed at Colton’s shirt and the waistband of his shorts. Tried to lift and lower at the same time and got nowhere. Colton groaned and pushed his hips against Nick’s, grinding his hard cock against Nick’s as his tongue tried to trace Nick’s molars.
“Can we,” Colton asked, pulling back only enough to breathe, “Can we keep my sling on? I know it’s not sexy—”
“Please keep your sling on.” Nick cupped his face. Cradled his jaw. “I’m mad at myself for letting you take it off last night. Was I careful with you, at least?”
“You’re always wonderful with me.” Colton kissed him. Kissed him again.
“I don’t want you to hurt because of me.”
Colton’s cheeks flushed. He swallowed, and he brushed his nose along Nick’s, pushed his forehead into Nick’s. “I hurt myself falling for you.”
Nick wound his arms around Colton’s neck and dragged him close, until their chests and their hips and their legs pressed together. Colton’s left hand dropped to his waist, slid to the small of his back. Wandered up under his T-shirt. His palm was huge, rough from so many years on the field, and each calloused fingertip ran up his spine, as if counting the knobs of his bones. He shivered into Colton’s touch, seized Colton’s lips with his own. Kissed him, hard, until they were sharing breaths.
He pushed off the wall and stepped toward his bedroom.
Colton got the hint, and he walked backward, his arm still around Nick’s waist, dragging Nick with him. Like they were dancing, but this time they were kissing, not twirling. Every step was made in sync, every move of hands and legs and arms drawing their bodies closer together.
Colton hit the edge of his bed and sank down to the mattress, his arm still wrapped around Nick. His left hand trailed down Nick’s back and his ass, coming to rest on the back of his thigh. Nick jerked against him, and his crotch brushed Colton’s face. His hands landed on Colton’s shoulders. Colton fumbled with his sling as he tried to pull off his T-shirt.
“Let me help,” Nick said. Colton’s hands were shaking when Nick covered them with his own.
They got the sling off and Colton’s shirt over his head, then slipped Colton’s sling back around his neck. Nick had never seen Colton in his sling and shirtless before, and where it might have looked goofy on another person, nothing could take away from Colton’s attractiveness. He seemed uncertain, though, so Nick pushed him gently to the mattress and straddled his lap. “You’re gorgeous,” he whispered, then kissed him.
Colton ran his hand up Nick’s back. “You’re pretty fucking hot, yourself.”
“For an old guy?”
“No.” Colton’s palm dropped to his ass and squeezed. “I’ve had so many dreams about seeing your body, but you are way hotter in real life.”
“I can’t believe you’ve been dreaming about me.”
Colton’s gaze knifed away as a flush rose across his cheekbones. “I mean—”
He cut off Colton’s nerves with another kiss, moving his lips over Colton’s until Colton groaned and sank into Nick’s mattress, the tension ebbing out of him.
Everything became liquid, sensation and Colton filling Nick’s world. His thoughts were reduced toColtonandYesandMore. Colton’s smooth, hard chest moving beneath his hairy one. Colton’s hard nipples grinding against his. He ran his hand up Colton’s side and cupped his pec, almost like he would cup a woman’s breast, but instead of softness, there was Colton’s firm body. He thumbed Colton’s nipple, dragged his nail across the nub. Colton bucked against him and groaned into their never-ending kiss.
He sat back on Colton’s lap and let his hands wander across the expanse of Colton’s body. Colton breathed hard and gazed up at him like he was a fish out of water, wide-eyed and gulping down air. His left hand clutched at Nick’s jeans, kneaded his thigh.
Last night, Colton had put his mouth on Nick. Nick had to think long and hard to remember the last time he’d gotten a blow job before that. It had felt wonderful, like fire and ice colliding, wet heat and perfection. And it had been Colton, which made the whole thing a thousand times more intense.
He slithered down Colton’s legs, grabbing Colton’s waistband as he went. He tugged, and Colton lifted his ass, and then he was naked, exposed to Nick. His hard cock jutted upward, so thick and firm it arched all the way toward his belly. Precome wept onto the taut skin below his belly button.
