Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“Thanks for the dance, you two. My boyfriend just got here. Have fun.” Ryder turned to the other man, the two of them making out and grinding together on the dance floor.
“I feel like I missed a step.” Colby could smell the light sweat and cologne on Vince’s skin, closed his eyes at the feel of Vince’s cheek pressed against his own.
“He was just making friends and dancing. Do you want to stop?”
“If you want that guy…well, him and his boyfriend, I don’t want to ruin your night.”
“You let me be the judge of that. I’ll have more fun dancing with my friend, seeing you let go like this, than I would with any of the men here tonight.”
Colby couldn’t imagine how that could be true, but then, Vince had never given him a reason not to trust him. “I don’t want to stop,” he admitted. He felt…electrified, for a reason he couldn’t quite understand. The energy around him, the people enjoying themselves and just letting go, the feel of Vince so close, the warmth of his body and how happy he made Colby. It was almost too much, like it would cause Colby to short-circuit somehow.
He wrapped his arms around Vince’s shoulders, pushed a thigh between his legs, and let himself melt against Vince. Any last hesitance slipped away, and he was fully in this moment, smiling and dancing with his best friend.
Vince’s hands ran up and down his back. Colby felt Vince’s cock press against his thigh and wondered if that should bother him, if it should feel weird. Different, yes, and it did, but not weird, not even when Vince’s dick grew against him, hardened and thickened, Colby’s following suit. Was it Vince getting him hard right now, or the friction of their bodies as they moved together? Colby didn’t know and didn’t care. He just…he just wanted more.
The vision of Vince naked earlier flashed through his thoughts—the curves of his ass, the way Colby had studied his cock, had wanted to do it more. All the times he’d seen Vince in his underwear and when they had fallen asleep together, the times they’d ended up in each other’s arms. Vince, who made him feel more comfortable than anyone else. Vince, who liked to find ways to make him happy. Vince, who knew Colby wanted to soak up more experiences, to figure out who he was, and what he wanted, and…Christ, right now he was pretty sure he wanted Vince.
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.