Chapter 52

Knees trembling, Dexter wanted so badly to sink to the floor, not caring at all that he’d be collapsing in his own mess, but Colin hadn’t yet finished so he stayed up for a few more moments until he felt him tense and tighten. Colin’s left arm wrapped around his waist as he came with one final thrust and the shout of his name, and fell on top of him.

Both finished, sweat-covered and panting, Dexter sank onto his belly, letting Colin stay right where he’d ended up.

“Well shit,” Colin mumbled, face buried between Dexter’s shoulder and neck. “Hope you liked that as much as I did.”

Dexter chuckled. “I can definitely get used to that.”

“Cool.” Colin slowly pulled out of him. “You’re okay, right?”

He turned his head over, resting them on folded arms to look at Colin. He sat up and looked down at him, brushing a few tendrils of his hair away from his face so that Dexter could see or so he could see Dexter. Both worked. Dexter nodded, unable to hold back a grin.