Dreaming in Color Cameron Dane (ebook reader library TXT) 📖

“Marek?” Colin brushed his knuckles down Marek's cheek to his jaw, and the gentleness in his touch elicited another shiver. “Baby, what's wrong?”

“Nothing.” I'll suffer in hell for the lie, but I can't lose him. Not yet. Not ever, his head screamed in correction.

Marek dug his fingers into Colin's hair and dragged him in until their mouths touched. “Fuck me.” Marek uttered the request as he scraped a bruising kiss over Colin's lips. His ass channel fluttered with anticipation at feeling a real penis inside him again, and his dick jumped in his pants, jamming into Colin's inner thigh. He rubbed himself against Colin and swallowed a groan. Staring into Colin's beseeching eyes, Marek let confessions of a different kind slip free. “Suck my cock and make me come. Then fuck me so hard the only thing I know is you.” Not waiting for Colin to reply, Marek sealed his lips to the other man's in a taking, consuming kiss, stealing as much from Colin as he could while he still had the chance. Marek shoved his tongue into Colin's mouth, thrusting with frantic desire, and he started tearing at Colin's shirt, ripping buttons out of fabric in his need to touch some skin.

“Wait wait wait.” Colin grabbed Marek's hands and trapped them against the armrests. “Slow down for a minute.” His eyes were bright and sharp, pinpointing on Marek, and terrifying him with the risk of discovery. “What's the matter?”

“I just want you so much.” Marek lunged and captured Colin's lips again. With his wrists tied to the chair by Colin's incredibly powerful grip, Marek used his mouth, revealing his desperation with bites and licks on his lover's lips. He felt certain his eyes shone with an extra brightness too, and his heart still raced terribly, beating through his chest right into Colin. “Please”—every muscle and cell in Marek strained right to the edge of exploding—“don't make me beg.”

Colin let go of one of Marek's hands and pressed his index finger to Marek's lips, silencing him. “No, I wouldn't do that.” He slid off Marek and kneeled between his legs on the floor, his face less than a foot away from Marek's cock. His gaze slid up to connect with Marek, and his hand went right to the visible bulge in Marek's pants. Colin squeezed him through his clothing, and Marek groaned, sliding down on the chair and spreading his legs wider. Sultry, smoky green eyes stared up at Marek; Colin blinked and then dipped down and ran his tongue all the way up the length of Marek's erection, leaving a dark line of saliva on Marek's pants in its wake. Marek drew in a sharp breath, and he leaked a little stain of his own to join Colin's mark.

Snagging Marek's zipper pull with his teeth, Colin dragged the tab down, and the whisper-soft sound of the metal teeth separating became the loudest, most erotic noise Marek had ever heard. He couldn't wait for Colin to take care of the rest and undid the button on his pants himself, reaching inside to pull out his cock and present the thick, reddened length to Colin. “Suck me.” Moaning just saying the words, Marek dug inside his underwear again and put a chokehold on his balls. “I want to feel your mouth on me before I come.”

Colin leaned in and closed his lips around the shiny head, sucking just the tip in a way that had Marek clenching his teeth, suppressing a request for more, faster. Colin's tongue circled the rim of Marek's prick and brushed back and forth across the underside. He teased the ultrasensitive nerve endings with his deft touch, but left the rest of Marek's cock throbbing and needy with neglect. Colin suckled off the top and nibbled at Marek's slit in a way that had him hissing, but then Colin abruptly pulled away.

A rough noise erupted from Marek's chest; he grabbed Colin's head and tried to shove his face back down over his cock.

“Don't worry. I'm not leaving you hanging.” Colin hooked his fingers in Marek's waistband. “I just want your pants all the way off before I give you what you really want.” Giving a little tug on the fabric, he said, “Lift up.” Marek shifted his hips, and Colin removed his pants; at the same time, Marek tore his T-shirt off over his head and tossed it halfway across the room.

Colin pushed his torn shirt the rest of the way off his shoulders and shoved his shorts and underwear off to join Marek's pile on the floor. Before Marek could appreciate the sight of a naked Colin, the man pushed in between Marek's spread thighs and ran his hands up and down Marek's stomach and chest, touching over every inch of flesh. “Mmm…all hard, hot skin. That's what I like to see.” He grabbed onto Marek's nipples with his fingers and sucked down half his cock with his mouth.

“Ohhh fuck, fuck.” Wet heat surrounded Marek's prick in one long drag, and he keened with the sheer joy of sensation. Out of his control, his hips bucked, and the action force-fed more of his length past Colin's lips. Colin accepted the extra inches in stride and closed around Marek's member, sucking him like a thirsty man searching for the last drops of water on earth. Colin pinched Marek's excited, tight nipples back and forth with one hand, and used the other to bat Marek's hold off his testicles and take over the job himself. Instead of keeping Marek's nuts in a lock hold, Colin played with the weight and rolled the sac in his palm, shooting unbearable lines of pleasure up Marek's cock, into his ass, and through to the tip of every nerve ending from his head all the way down to his toes. During all that time, Colin never let up on bobbing up and down on Marek's erection, giving a blowjob worthy of an award.

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