Every part of him was so distinctly man that there was no way to trick my brain into thinking it was remotely familiar territory. Which made sense, but it was still unnerving that apparently that didn’t matter. Like something inside my head had been unlocked and was spilling out as if it had been there all along, when I had never even considered that door had existed.
“Up,” I grunted against his lips, nipping slightly as he backed off my lap and let me stand up to undo my pants. “Bed.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he said gleefully as he backed up, his hand tugging on the band of my underwear, doing what I told him but being a shit and dragging me with him at the same time.
“Idiot,” I grunted, giving him a push so he fell back onto the large bed.
“Oof,” he snorted, then looked around, patting the sheets. “Damn, this thing iscomfy. Who did you blow further up the ladder for this?”
“I bought it,” I told him. If I was going to be spending most of my life in this place, sleeping in this cabin, there was no wayin hell I was going to sleep in the bed they’d provided. “And I’ve never blown anyone, thanks.”
“Yet?” he wondered, and I felt a rush of anticipation and fear.
Shit, could I do that?
Fuck, it was only right that I at leasttryto return the favor.
I got down beside the bed and pushed him back, pressing my mouth against his inner thigh and acting out the brief fantasy that had entered my thoughts earlier. He wriggled with a laugh, his hands coming down, one on my shoulder with the tips of his fingers, the other pushing through my hair. I scraped my teeth down his skin, then opened my mouth, tasting him as I ran my tongue up the inside of his thigh. A place he was clearly sensitive, if the sounds of his desperate whines were a sign and the way he squirmed on the bed.
Hooking my fingers into the band of his underwear, I pulled them down only to flinch when his dick popped free with enough force that it bopped me on the temple. I glared at Colin when he didn’t hold back his snickering. I reached up, wiping the wet spot it had left behind, and while it wasn’t exactly thrilling, I wasn’t bothered by it either. I knew enough about dicks to know not everyone was dry when they got hard, and him leaking was just a sign that he was excited.
Of course, that left me to stare at his dick, unsure if I could do it, and knowing there was no way I was going to do it well. I could have backed off, and I had the feeling that while he’d be disappointed, Colin wouldn’t be all that upset. He was a jackass, but I hadn’t missed the way he could carefully maneuver around people’s feelings. He was a lot better with people than I had ever been, and given a few years of experience, he honestly would be a great replacement for someone in my position.
“Gonna stare at me or do something?” he asked lightly, his eyes flicking to his dick. “Don’t have to do that, though.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I said, annoyed at his compassion, gripping the base of his cock and bringing it to my mouth before he could say anything or I could doubt myself.
I had forgotten he was leaking, so when I stubbornly put him in my mouth, I was met with a faintly salty taste that, while not unpleasant, wasn’t what I’d expected. Okay, so it wasn’t cum, but it was close enough that I could add ‘tasted another man’s cum’ to the list of things I had never done before this jackass came into my life. And so far, all those new things ranged from ‘honestly not bad’ to outright ‘would do again…repeatedly.’
I didn’t know where sucking another man’s dick was going to fall on that scale though. It wasn’t disturbing to have his dick in my mouth, or to slide it back to my throat where I struggled to hold back my gag reflex and wondered how the hell Colin had swallowed me whole without projectile vomiting. It was pretty weird though; I would admit. He continued to leak, so I was met with the occasional taste of him, and I had to admit that feeling the occasional throb as I did something right was actually pleasant.
Yet it was when I looked up at him that I realized I didn’t care if sucking dick was weird, not when Colin was staring at me like I was the best goddamn thing he’d seen in ages. His face was pink, but he was watching me raptly, his lips parted as I clumsily bobbed on his cock. The intensity of his gaze was uncomfortable and erotic. Both were so strong I couldn’t help but pull my eyes away, squirming internally.
Eventually, I had to pull off. My throat could only be held off from gagging so much, but he didn’t seem to care as he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss. That at least was a little more familiar, and I couldn’t help the shiver down my back when my cock slid along his. Part of me couldn’t believe I was actually there, doing that with him, but the rest of me couldn’t have cared less except to get more, so much more.
“Ever done anal?” he asked.
I wrinkled my nose. “No one has ever?—”
“Like you fucking someone,” he said, wriggling out from under me to roll over, grabbing the condoms and lube. I wasn’t too shy to admit that my eyes followed his body, then locked onto his ass before he came back to the bed with the goods.
“Oh, uh…only a couple of times,” I admitted. “Not something I was into enough to ask, and well…it wasn’t exactly asked for.”
Lube was on his hand when it wrapped around my dick and gave a few strokes. “I can imagine why.”
I looked down and frowned. “Is it…I mean, I know it’s notlittle,but is it?—”
“Too much? Nah,” he said, and I felt that same thrill of almost envy at how he reached down without the slightest hesitation or self-consciousness to push two fingers into himself. “Trust me, I can manage.”
From anyone else, that might not have been the most ringing endorsement. It was Colin, though, and I was learning to look beyond the jokes, past the flippancy, and see what it was he was actually saying. His tone was light, but there was an intensity in his eyes, and it wasn’t as if he had hesitated to shove his fingers inside himself. What I was seeing was that if he could physically hop onto my dick with no preparation, he would have done it in an instant.
That thought hummed in my thoughts as I found myself enraptured by what he was doing. It was like catching him in the showers jerking off, except it was on purpose. He realized what was going on, and I tensed when his eyes caught mine as he pushed a third finger in, his other hand gripping my dick to slowly stroke it.
“Someone likes to watch,” he said with a chuckle that sounded like it came from the depths of his chest.
“Shut up,” I muttered, which we both knew wasn’t a denial.
“Something to keep in mind,” he said, then glanced over. “Condom time.”