Chapter 15

He felt the throb of wetness bubble up at the tip of his cock, and saw it gleaming, inches from Jason’s lips, while Colby himself could do nothing to touch it; he could only play with his nipples, because Jason’d told him to. He nearly sobbed with need, and moved fingers more roughly, harsher, twisting, searching, craving more

Jason bent that head and licked his tip, collecting desire. Colby did sob out loud in desperation.

Jason said, “I told you I like you talking. Talk to me.”

“What…what…I can’t think…Jason, please.”

“What do you want me to do? Tell me.”

“I…you want me to say…that you…you’re…”

“Say it, baby.”

“Oh God,” Colby breathed. “You—you want…you’re going to—to suck my cock…oh no, Jason, I can’t.”

Jason paused to look at him, visibly weighing the strength of this protest. “Just once. For me. Love your voice. Tell me what I said I wanted to do with you.”