Jace forced himself forward, rounded the corner, and stopped in the doorway. Colt was lying sprawled out in the middle of the bed, completely nude. Damn! His wet dream came true. Colt’s muscular arms were propped behind his head, and he was staring intently at the ceiling, obviously lost in thought. Colt’s legs were open, his left leg bent and dropped to the side, giving Jace a great view of his balls and flaccid cock.
Every one of Jace fantasies had Colt hung and apparently he didn’t get it wrong. He never got the chance to gawk during the time they’d spent together in the locker room. Honestly, he couldn’t remember most of what happened because he had been in such a state of blissful shock, before he spent the rest of his time bent over, hanging on for dear life.
“Why are you dressed?” Colt asked, looking over with a skittish smile. He propped up on an elbow when he noticed Jace in the doorway. His dark hair looked damp from a shower. Jace’s cock swelled at the breathtaking sight of Colt staring up at him. Something flashed in Colt’s eyes and his face began to cloud. “Are you having second thoughts?”
Colt was an open book, all his emotions showing right there on his face. This Colt was so different from the self-assured, cocky guy he’d watched from afar. He clearly had two very different personalities, and Jace was drawn to both.
“I wasn’t sure if you needed more time,” Jace responded to the first question, ignoring the second. He slipped his thumbs under his waistband, sliding his swim trucks down until they dropped to the floor. He stepped forward glad to see the approving smile spreading across Colt’s upturned face as he lay fully back on the bed. Jace licked his lips, watching Colt’s cock stir to life. Colt tracked his movements as he padded naked across the room toward the bed. Jace climbed slowly on the mattress until he lay on his side, propped up on his elbow, facing Colt.
“You lit the candles,” Colt said, and turned the bottle up, draining the wine before setting the empty bottle back on the nightstand. He rolled back over, drawing Jace to him. “I’m pretty drunk.”
“You know, at any time, you can just tell me and we can switch. We don’t—”
“I want this, Jace. I want you.” Colt palmed the back of his head, tugging Jace down for one of the most tender kisses of his life. Colt didn’t rush. He eased himself back and pulled Jace completely over him. Jace anchored himself on his forearm, and carefully pushed his leg between Colt’s spread thighs, all the while devouring his sweet mouth.
It didn’t take long for Jace to slide his hand low and find Colt’s balls. He held Colt’s sack in the palm of his hand; his fingers circled the base of his cock. He slowly massaged Colt’s balls and stroked him in the same rhythm as the kiss. His effort was rewarded by a thrust of Colt’s hips, jerking forward as a low moan escaped his lips.
Jace broke free from the kiss, and Colt protested, fighting the move until he realized Jace intended to suck him. He spread his legs wider and slid his fingers into Jace’s hair as he nibbled and licked his way across Colt’s chest. He teased each nipple with his tongue before continuing to trail soft kisses down his stomach. Jace took his time until he reached the tip of Colt’s cock. Under his inspection, a drop of pre-come formed on the tip. Jace’s mouth watered at the sight. He needed to taste Colt like he needed to breathe, and his cock twitched in Jace’s hand as if it had read his thoughts. Jace gripped Colt tighter and lapped at the wetness. His eyes never strayed from Colt’s flawless face.
“We need condoms and lube. Did you bring any? I have some if we need them,” Jace said. Colt kept his intense gaze trained on Jace. Colt didn’t say a word, but lifted his hand, fumbling with something at the top of the headboard.
“I didn’t want you to think I assumed this,” Colt said. His voice came out deep and husky, his need very clear. Colt produced massage oil, lube, and condoms, showing them to Jace before dropping everything within easy reach. Jace reached for the bottles, but Colt stopped him, pulling Jace toward him. Colt met him halfway. The kiss was hot, intense, and full of something Jace couldn’t name.
“Thank you for coming here with me.” Colt kept Jace’s face in his palms, his blue eyes boring holes straight into his soul as he spoke the words.
“Promise to tell me if I hurt you,” Jace whispered, running his thumb across Colt’s bottom lip.
“I want it to hurt a little,” Colt whispered and bit at Jace’s thumb. The move broke the spell of the kiss, and Jace grinned, pushing the tip of his thumb between Colt’s parted lips. He wasn’t disappointed with the swirl of his tongue. Colt sucked his finger in the rest of the way. He couldn’t help the moan, imagining his own cock in Colt’s sinful mouth.
“You’re so freaking hot, Michaels. As much as I love watching you suck my thumb, I have bigger plans for you. I wanna show you how good this can be. I need to be buried balls deep inside you, and I will be, but I want you good and relaxed before we start.” Jace removed his thumb and reached down to grip Colt’s thick dick again. In one swift move, he slid down Colt’s muscular body, engulfing him almost to his root. A hiss came from above, giving Jace a clue he’d done it right. All in all, this was where he excelled. Jace closed his eyes, opened his throat, and deep throated Colt on his second try. Colt’s hands threaded in his hair, and he could taste the salty tang of Colt’s orgasm already forming.
“Fuck that feels good,” Colt growled. Jace lifted his gaze to see Colt’s hooded eyes focused on his mouth. He made a show of swirling his tongue up and around, delving in Colt’s slit before taking Colt deep again. This time he slid his fingers down Colt’s crease. Colt gave a slight clench as Jace circled his rim. As much as Colt wanted this, he wasn’t ready and he needed him to relax. He slid Colt back down his throat and buried his nose in Colt’s dark curls. Colt’s scent filled his senses.