Page 30 of The Jock
Where some people might have panicked, Colby was filled with a sense of rightness. An overwhelming flood of euphoria nearly took him to his knees, but he managed to stay upright.
Milo’s mouth was magic, but then his hands got in on the action and he gently cupped Colby’s balls. He released Colby’s cock, gave it a long lick from root to tip, then took one of Colby’s balls into his mouth.
He saw stars.
Or maybe it was his brain frying.
Because…holy fuck. Nothing had ever felt that good. It wasn’t that no one had ever done that to him, but there was something about the way Milo did the things he did that made it better. Or maybe it was just Milo.
Too soon. Colby tried to tamp down his impending release, but Milo’s talented tongue and his capable, slightly calloused hand was working him over too well for Colby to be able to hold back.
“Fuck, Milo, shit. I’m—” Colby couldn’t finish his sentence because at his warning, Milo had moved back into place and had stuck his tongue out. He jerked Colby and stared up at him, meeting his gaze, and that’s all it took for Colby to unload.
He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Milo’s tongue was covered in his cum. It dripped from the corner of his mouth. Colby’s cock still throbbed and ached and it had barely gone down, already trying to rally again at the sight of Milo sweeping the cum off his cheek with his fingers and popping them into his mouth.
Milo reached between his legs, probably to get himself off and Colby managed to find his brain. He released Milo’s hair but gripped his arms and helped him to his feet.
“You don’t have to take care of that all by yourself, you know.” Colby tangled his fingers with Milo’s and tugged him down toward his bedroom.
“I didn’t want to be presumptuous.”
Colby pushed his bedroom door open the rest of the way and kicked a pile of laundry under the bed. He pulled the tangled mess of blankets off the bed and chucked them on the floor.
“I’ll admit to not knowing what I’m doing, but I’m not about to leave you hanging.”
Milo tried to pull his hand away, but Colby gripped tighter.
“What?”
“I don’t want orgasms born out of obligation,” Milo sounded off. Maybe he was insulted. Maybe he was hurt. Either way, Colby couldn’t stand to hear him sound like that. Milo probably thought he was returning the favor because he had to.
Colby turned to face him and he quirked an eyebrow up.
“Milo, I’m still hard. I still want you. I still want to experience this, and I want to experience it with you. Whatever you’re willing to do. I’m flying blind here.”
Milo’s gaze settled on Colby’s face as though he was searching for any hint of insincerity. Any reason to leave. Colby could feel the chill from Milo’s cold feet.
“I mean, it’s not rocket science.” Milo rolled his eyes and his posture relaxed. “What do you normally do with the women you bring home?”
Colby bit back a laugh. “Well, not all of what I do is transferable.”
He let Milo see him check him out. He wanted Milo to know how into him he was. Colby stepped closer. He trusted Miloenough to know that he wasn’t going to bolt, so he let go of his hand.
Slowly, he stepped in closer, erasing the distance between them. He cradled Milo’s face in his hands, brushing his thumbs over Milo’s cheekbones, then leaned in and kissed him. Softly. Gently. A tease of lips brushing against lips before he pulled back a fraction. He let Milo linger for a second before swooping back in.
The second kiss wasn’t as soft as the first. Closed-mouthed at first, Colby peppered kisses against Milo’s mouth. Then Milo gave in and opened for him and Colby rewarded him by sweeping him close, one arm around his waist, the other hand still against Milo’s cheek.
Hands suddenly appeared on his waist, Milo’s hands. Strong and calloused, those hands slid under Colby’s shirt. His touch was firm and demanding, and so very different than anything Colby had been prepared for.
He redoubled his efforts, kissing Milo with a ferocity he didn’t know he had in himself, as though he were begging Milo to touch him more by showing him how into it he was. Because, holy shit, Colby was about to combust. He broke the kiss and pulled his shirt off over his head, tossing it aside.
His brain briefly went offline when Milo flicked the buttons of his own pants open. Colby watched, enraptured as Milo shimmied out of them and kicked them aside.
Long, lean legs led up to a tiny pair of royal purple panties. Lacy. Delicate. They strained to hold Milo’s erection back. Colby forced himself to drag his gaze back up to Milo’s face.
A flash of vulnerability shone in Milo’s eyes before he tilted his chin up in defiance, daring Colby to have a problem with his attire. Colby wrapped his arm around Milo’s waist and yanked him close all at once. His own dick was still hanging out of his pants and he ground against Milo. Fuck.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he told Milo. At the same time, he pulled them both down onto the bed. He pulled Milo into another kiss and soon enough, Milo was taking over. Rolling Colby onto his back, he straddled him, grinding their cocks together.
