Chapter 50

Grady bit back his scream and bowed away from the bed, meeting Colin’s new fevered thrusts with equal, unleashed need. He grappled for any kind of purchase on Colin’s body, his fingers sliding against sweaty skin and rippling muscles until he finally got a grip around a single thigh. With Colin’s hand still firmly muffling his mouth, it was the best he could do. And when he felt the first rough glide across his prostate, the sparks shooting through his balls and along his cock, his need for Colin to finish jerking him off eased.

Colin’s bottom lip was caught between his teeth and he grunted softly with each snap of his hips. The world narrowed down to Colin, everything except his flawless body falling away. But when Colin hit his prostate, it was hard to even see that much. His vision blurred and sweat stung his eyes. The room smelled of sex and the only sound besides Colin’s grunts was the sharp slap of flesh hitting flesh.

“I want you to come first. I want to feel it.”