Page 29 of Covington Acres
Maybe it was because of the connection between them.
Maybe it was because he knew he and Vince would want the same things. Vince would never fall in love with him, would never expect Colby to love him back. It would be simply release, an extension of the pleasure they already fulfilled in each other.
Colby pulled back just enough that he and Vince could look each other in the eyes and didn’t let himself think before he pressed his lips to Vince’s. There was about a second delay where Vince didn’t move, and just as Colby was about to pull away and apologize, Vince’s lips moved against his. When Colby’s tongue sought entrance, Vince opened his mouth and gave it to him. Their tongues moved together, danced and touched the way their bodies did. Vince’s grip on his hips tightened, the hair on his face rubbed against Colby in a way that was totally new and exciting, making his body come alive with sparks and crackles of electricity.
His cock throbbed harder, and deep-throated, greedy sounds pulled from Vince as one of Vince’s hands slid up, wrapped around the back of Colby’s head, and tangled in his hair.
The world could crumble around Colby, and he wouldn’t care. He just wanted this moment to fill him up, to continue making him feel like he was flying, like for one of the first times in his life he was untethered to just be and do whatever felt good to him, whatever was right.
And kissing Vince felt good.
It felt right.
He didn’t want to be locked in by the bounds he’d put on himself, the ones he’d allowed others to put on him. He wanted to be that guy who had all the stories, like Vince had, of experiences and things he’d done.
He let his hands glide down Vince’s body until they landed on his ass. Colby squeezed it, swallowed down the growl Vince made in response as they continued to feed on each other’s mouths.
Pressing his forehead to Vince’s, he admitted, “I want you…want…something,” his cock painfully hard beneath his fly.
“Are you—”
“Don’t ask me that. Don’t ask me if I’m sure, Vince. Trust that I know what I want. What matters is if you want the same.”
Vince answered with his mouth slamming down on Colby’s again, his tongue pushing into Colby’s mouth, strong, large hands going to his ass, right there with hundreds of people around them.
More, more, morekept circling through his head.
“Let’s go back to the hotel.” Vince’s mouth trailed rough kisses down his throat.
“Can’t wait,” rushed from Colby’s mouth, his body feeling like there was too much of…hell,everythingshooting off inside him, and he needed to release it now.
He grabbed Vince’s hand and began working his way through the crowded bar toward the bathroom. He’d never done something like this before, but the need inside him was too much, too overpowering, and the thought of losing himself in Vince, whatever it was they did, right there in the bar, was exciting too.
He pushed the door open, went past the line of urinals, some open and some occupied, and to the last stall on the end. From some of the sounds he heard, they wouldn’t be the only people enjoying each other in the bathroom.
Colby led Vince into the stall, the other man closing and locking the door behind them. Colby’s back was pressed against the side wall, Vince standing in front of him, hesitating. For a moment, Colby was afraid Vince would change his mind, or thathe would ask Colby again, but instead he reached up and cupped Colby’s face. “Let me make you feel good.”
Vince peppered soft kisses on Colby’s other cheek, making his toes curl. “You do,” he said, before he acknowledged that’s not what Vince meant. “Yes.”
Vince’s gaze held his while his fingers worked to open Colby’s pants—button, then zipper. He wasn’t asking, trusting Colby like he’d asked, but Colby knew he was also giving him the chance to change his mind.
He pushed his hand down Colby’s pants, wrapping his hand around his swollen shaft, and gave it a stroke.
“Fuck.” Colby’s head dropped back, banging against the stall wall.
“That feel good?” Vince asked, voice raspy.
“Hell yes.”
“Let’s see what you brought me.” Vince smirked, tugging Colby’s jeans and underwear down his thighs. His cock sprang free, hard and red and leaking. “I tried not to wonder what this would look like…what it would feel like, but I couldn’t help it. I knew you would have a pretty cock, babe.” With a slow, skilled hand, Vince stroked him.
Colby’s whole body prickled with pleasure. “You too,” he said breathlessly. “Today when I saw you…I just wanted to sit back and stare. First at your ass and then at your cock. I thought about it all day.” Maybe the admission should be embarrassing, but it wasn’t. Colby didn’t know exactly what that meant for him, but in this moment, he didn’t care.
“Do you want to see it now? I’m so fucking hard for you.” Still stroking him, Vince pressed his groin against Colby’s thigh, rubbing his thick erection against him, sparking a welcome shiver the length of him.
“Yes. Fuck yes. Hurry.” He was jittery, like there was too much want, too much need pinging around inside him. He felt like he could burst apart at any moment.
Vince cursed and let go of him enough to open his own pants, pulling them and his underwear down. His cock was thick and heavy, even more impressive than it had been when Colby saw him earlier.