Page 23 of Starved

He clung to the footboard and watched his shaft disappear into Colin’s mouth, then reemerge, slick and shiny with spit. Colin wrapped his hand around the base, holding it steady, and the sight of those long, elegant fingers wrapped around his ruddy shaft had Evan gritting his teeth against the surge of desire. And that was before Colin took him all the way to the back of his throat.

Evan had long maintained that the thing that bridged the gap between a good blowjob and a great one wasn’t skill. Anyone could learn how to use their tongue, their teeth, their hands to be an excellent cocksucker—it just took time and patience. What made the difference, as far as Evan was concerned, was something else entirely: enthusiasm. When the person on their knees with a dick in their mouth made it undeniably, unambiguously clear there was nothing else they’d rather be doing—that was a superior blowjob experience.

Esme had blown him at the Thanksgiving orgy with that kind of enthusiasm, and Colin was sucking his dick with it now. And it was fucking amazing.

Evan stared at Colin, transfixed. His eyes were half closed, an expression that could only be described as blissful on his face. He dipped his head forward until his lips brushed against the fist he had curled around the base of Evan’s dick, then drew back with a moan that seemed to vibrate through Evan’s entire body. Then he did it all over again.

“You’re killing me,” Evan rasped, and Colin’s eyes fluttered open.

They were hazy with desire, glowing with triumph. Holding Evan’s gaze, he pulled his mouth off his dick, pushed it up towards Evan’s belly, and dipped below to tongue his balls.

“Shit.” Evan tightened his grip on the footboard. His belly clenched, his dick pulsing in Colin’s grip. The orgasm he was sure he could keep at bay was threatening now, his lust surging at the absorbed, rapturous look in Colin’s eyes. He looked almost euphoric, and for Evan, the idea that sucking his dick would bring Colin that kind of joy was the most potent of aphrodisiacs.

He swallowed hard and bore down. “You have to stop,” he told Colin, gritting his teeth as Colin’s tongue slithered between his balls. “I’m going to come if you don’t.”

“So?” Colin mumbled, and sucked Evan’s left nut into his mouth.

“Oh, shit,” Evan moaned. “Please, Col, stop. I don’t want to do this without you.”

“I’m right here,” Colin mumbled around a mouthful of nut, his thumb stroking over the slick and sensitive head of Evan’s dick. “I’ve got you. You can let go.”

Evan shook his head wildly, desperately. “No. Please, Col. Please.”

One hand still curled around Evan’s dick, Colin pushed to his feet. “What’s wrong?”

There was worry in Colin’s eyes, a sort of confused concern that Evan wanted to ease. But his throat felt too thick to speak, and he couldn’t make himself smile. So he did the only thing he could. Reaching for Colin with trembling hands, he drew him in and poured everything he was feeling—desire, longing, desperate, aching need—into a kiss.

They clung to each other, hands roaming, hearts pounding. When Colin moved backward, Evan followed, not wanting to end the kiss, and they tumbled sideways onto the bed still locked together.

“God, I want you,” Colin breathed. His hands, nimble and firm, slid around to cradle Evan’s butt.

“Me, too.” Evan followed the slick slide of Colin’s tongue with his own, then added a nip. “I swear, I could come just from kissing you.”

Colin laughed, a giddy sound that would’ve made Evan grin if his mouth hadn’t already been occupied. “I want your hands on me.”

“Where?” Evan nibbled on Colin’s full bottom lip like the delicacy it was. “Tell me where.”

“My cock,” Colin said with a moan. “My balls. Jerk me off, Ev.”

More than willing, Evan grabbed the shaft that had been prodding him in the thigh and gave it a long, firm stroke. “Like that?”

Colin swallowed hard. “Harder on the shaft,” he directed breathlessly. “Softer on the head. Use your fingertips, gentle on the piercing…fuck yeah, like that.”

Evan followed the breathless directions, watching Colin’s face. Bright pink stained his cheeks, and his eyes were half closed, his mouth slack. It was a look of raw carnality, and Evan had put it there.

The twin surges of power and desire nearly sent him over the edge.

Wanting the connection, he took Colin’s mouth in another kiss, swallowing hissing moans and ragged breaths. And when Colin returned the favor, grasping Evan’s cock in a fumbling hand, his moan mingled with his lover’s.

Overcome, and near delirious with lust, Evan whispered against Colin’s mouth, “Let’s come like this.”

Colin’s eyes fluttered open to stare at him. “Like what?”

“Like this,” Evan repeated, rolling his hips so his shaft bumped against Colin’s. Hot and hard, soft and slick with precum, the metal of that piercing a firm, smooth pressure against the sensitive head of his cock. But it wasn’t quite enough.

“Let go of me for a second,” he said, and when Colin’s hand dropped away, Evan shifted, pressing his spit-slick shaft against Colin’s and rolling his hips again.

“Oh, Christ.” Colin’s eyes drifted shut as his back arched, pressing himself against Evan. “Do that again.”

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