Page 29 of The Jock
Milo guffawed, then clapped a hand over his mouth. “Shit, that was loud. Sorry.”
Colby leaned against the kitchen counter and folded his arms over his chest. Then unfolded them and stuffed his hands in his pockets. Then shifted his weight.
Milo bent down and unzipped his ankle boots and pulled them off, lining them up neatly. He padded over to Colby and looped his arms around Colby’s neck. “You’re nervous.” Not a question.
Colby didn’t attempt to deny it. “I’m trying hard not to be.”
“Don’t.” Milo had to raise himself up on his toes to brush a kiss against Colby’s mouth. “You’re cute when you’re nervous.”
“Yeah?” Colby’s voice came out in a strangled, disbelieving whisper.
“What? Have you never been called cute before?” Milo’s smile grew when Colby put his hands on Milo’s waist. His thumbs slid under Milo’s shirt, brushing along his bare skin.
“Not to my face.” Colby spoke quietly. There was a husky quality to his voice that made Milo want to sink to his knees right there. And he would, but first he wanted to explore Colby’s mouth again. He pulled Colby down to him and sealed their mouths together.
Now that they weren’t in public, Colby was a lot more open, a lot more handsy. He slid one hand lower, splaying his fingers open at the small of Milo’s back. He pulled him closer, slotting their bodies together. Licking at the seam of Milo’s mouth, he let out a whimper.
Colby was an amazing kisser. The kind that Milo could spend all night making out with. He tasted like the fruity drink he’d had. He wasn’t passive, but he wasn’t pushy. It wasn’t like a push or pull kind of kiss; it was more like a dance. A gentle flow of movement back and forth, quietly chasing pleasure.
The situation in Milo’s pants was getting cramped and he was desperate for a real taste of Colby. He started to sink to his knees, regrettably ending the kiss. Colby looked at him and furrowed his brow, then stopped his descent.
“If you’re not ready…” Milo trailed off when Colby smirked at him. It was an adorable smirk. One that made his dimples stand out.
“Oh, I definitely want what I hope you were offering.” With his arm around Milo’s waist, he led him into the living room and Milo watched dumfounded as Colby grabbed a pillow off the couch and tossed it onto the floor.
“Seriously?” Milo laughed and found himself rising up on his toes to kiss Colby.
“I might not have been with a guy before, but I’m not a complete virgin.”
“You’re also a gentleman.” Milo sank to his knees slower than he originally planned. He took his time rucking up Colby’s shirt and exploring his chest with gentle kisses and a curious tongue.By the time Milo knelt on the pillow—he refused to swoon over a stupid gesture, no matter how nice it was—he was hard as steel. He looked up at Colby and held his gaze as he popped the button of his jeans and gave them a gentle tug down.
“It’s not too late to change your mind.” Milo licked his lips and watched Colby’s chest heave.
“Ditto, Milo. If you’re not into this?—”
Milo shut him up by leaning forward and pressing his open mouth against Colby’s dick, mouthing it through the fabric of his briefs. The moan that tore out of Colby’s mouth made Milo’s cock weep. He loved it when the guys he was with made noises. There was nothing worse than a silent fuck, unless you had to be quiet. Then it was kind of hot.
“Colby, if I was any more into this, I’d be humping your leg.” Milo tugged Colby’s briefs down and let a slow smile spread across his face. He held Colby’s gaze and flicked his tongue out, gently caressing the very tip of Colby’s cock. God, he was hung. Not enormous, or scarily huge, but he had a nice dick. Thick and veiny with a good girth. Milo opened his mouth wider and gazed into Colby’s eyes, wishing he was a mind reader so he could tell what Colby was thinking.
Colby sank his fingers into Milo’s hair and tightened his grip. He didn’t pull or push or try to direct Milo. He anchored himself to Milo while Milo pulled his pants lower, getting them out of his way so he could blow Colby’s mind.
If he was so attracted to Milo that he was suddenly willing to explore his sexuality, Milo was going to make it worth his while.
CHAPTER 13
COLBY
Colby likedto think that he had a lot of stamina, but one look at Milo on his knees had his balls tightening and his release building. He forced himself to take a deep breath. He wanted to enjoy this for longer than thirty-five seconds.
He’d never been the type of guy to compare one lover against another, but there was something extra delicious about seeing Milo on his knees, lips curled into a feral smile. Milo leaned in and flicked the tip of his tongue against Colby’s cock.
Milo took the head of Colby’s dick into his mouth and, holy fuck, his tongue was a wicked weapon. Colby did his best not to rip Milo’s hair out by the roots, but when he tightened his grip, Milo groaned, sending vibrations through his raging erection.
Milo pulled back and stared up at Colby. He licked his ruby lips, and his eyeshadow shimmered even in the low light. “You don’t have to be gentle with me. I’ll stop you if I don’t like what you’re doing.”
Before Colby could formulate a response, Milo was back on him, taking his cock deep into his mouth. And deeper. Inch by throbbing inch disappeared, nearly all the way to the root before Milo pulled back, hollowing his cheeks.
Colby’s knees were weak and his chest ached until he remembered to breathe. Fucking hell. Unable to resist, he reached down with his other hand and cupped Milo’s cheek. Stubble scratched at his fingertips as he grazed them over Milo’s skin. Milo’s eyes fluttered shut.
