Page 26 of Irreconcilable Attractions (Westwend Boys #1)

My breathing hitched when he was finally in my space.

Tentatively, he slid one of his hands down my wrist until he laced our fingers together.

That simple contact sent a tendrils of awareness throughout my body.

I’d never been turned on just from holding someone’s hand before but the way Colton brushed his fingertips along my skin had been entirely too erotic.

My head felt foggy with lust and we hadn’t even kissed yet.

Once again, Colton looked at me through his lashes and my stomach tightened at how fucking gorgeous he was.

I don’t know if I leaned in first or if he did, but in the next instant, our lips met. They were soft and pressed against mine with direct intent. All thoughts stopped as each tender slotting of our lips sent bolts of electricity up my spine. Any remaining nerves I had went out the window.

I was fucking kissing Colton Shaffer. And I needed more.

Tentatively, my tongue slid along the seam of his lips.

Colton let out a small groan that made my heart skip a beat.

His free hand came up to grip my neck as he opened for me, deepening the kiss.

My tongue dove in, gliding against his, as I swallowed down every grunt sigh that came from him.

Each noise he made sent ripples of vibrations through me, ratcheting my need higher.

I’d been half-hard from the moment he touched me, but my dick felt like a steel pipe testing the limits of my zipper now.

Our kisses quickly turned feverish, a mess of lips and tongues in rapid motion as we tried to satiate the burning lust between us.

Colton’s hand slipped from mine to tangle itself into my hair, gripping tightly.

I let out a small cry of surprise that Colton took advantage of, pressing himself in closer to me.

My body burned to have him flush against me, needing every inch of space between us gone.

Wrapping my arms around his waist, I tugged him in close and let out a contented sigh at how right it felt to have him this close.

When our hips met, the hard outline of his cock dragged over mine and made a shudder of desire course through me.

Colton let out a rough hum of approval as he rolled his hips against mine.

After a few seconds, he broke away from the kiss before resting his forehead on mine. His hand in my hair traveled down to my jaw, cupping it gently. We stood there, heavy breaths mingling in our shared space for a beat before he deliberately ground his hard shaft into my own.

A low moan escaped me, my lips parting at the bursts of pleasure that ricocheted through me from that simple movement. Colton’s eyes danced over my face and I dug my fingers into his hips, silently urging him to repeat the motion.

Taking that as the sign it was, his lips crashed into mine with bruising intensity as he rocked against me with purpose. Stars exploded behind my eyelids, my own hips frantically bucking as I chased the intense sensations Colton was giving me.

Fuck, I couldn’t believe how good just rubbing our dicks against each other—even through clothing—could feel. My mind felt fuzzy and full of static like the only thing it could process was all the pleasure coursing through me.

I wanted to ride this high forever, but Colton stopped abruptly before pulling back to pant hot and heavy against my lips. Unable to stop it, a soft whine fell from me.

“Pull your cock out.” Colton commanded, his voice gravely and sounding totally unlike his normally smooth timbre. Something inside me lit up at the demand as little zaps of electricity ran along my skin. My hands shook with anticipation and need as I fumbled with the button of my shorts.

Colton’s eyes dropped to my crotch, and the open hunger in his expression as he watched me scrabble to get my fly and boxer briefs down made my stomach swoop. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been this turned on and I was embarrassingly keyed up.

Once I managed to get my shaft out, he wasted no time in wrapping a hand around my base and giving me a languid stroke. My breath caught in my throat at the appreciative sound he made as he continued to give me slow pumps.

Colton was fucking touching my dick. Somehow, the visual alone was pushing me dangerously close to the edge and I bit my lip in an attempt to stave off coming too quickly.

“Such a pretty cock.” He purred into my ear, trailing kisses along my jaw and neck as he began to jack me more earnestly. A whimper tore from my lips, entirely involuntary, but his voice was doing something to my insides I’d never experienced before.

“Look at all this pre-cum.” Colton continued, sliding a thumb across my slit and making more stars sweep across my vision.

The amount that was leaking from my tip was unreal, and the shiny slick left behind looked almost obscene.

It continued to spill until there was enough to dribble down my shaft and Colton made quick work of using it to ease the glide of his hand.

“Oh god, fuck,” I moaned, continuing to buck my hips into that mind-numbing friction.

“Yeah?” He nibbled at my earlobe, that deep rasp to his voice making my balls tingle. “That feel good?”

“So fucking good,” I breathed, squeezing my eyes shut against the release that was just under the surface. All the sensations coursing through me were making it hard to think, but I knew I wasn’t ready for this to be over. Not until I got to touch him, too.

Three weeks ago, the thought of touching another man’s dick would have been strange, but now? The very idea of getting to see Colton’s cock made my body hum in excitement. I may not have known what I was doing, but I knew I wanted to make him feel good.

“You too,” I managed between my panting.

Colton froze, pulling his face back from where he had been nipping and kissing at my neck to look me in the eye. A whine of protest slipped from me when his hand stopped moving too, but the squeeze at the base of my cock silenced it just as quickly as it began.

“You sure?” Those green eyes once again were scanning my face and I was sure he was waiting for some hint of hesitancy, but he wouldn’t find any.

“So sure,” I agreed, nodding my head since I seemed to be capable of only two or three word responses right now.

The small pause in action had me feeling less on the verge of making a fool of myself, at least. Without any prompting, my hands made their way to the front of his pants, popping the button with a surprising sense of ease.

My chest filled with something like pride when a prominent wet spot on Colton’s dark grey briefs appeared. Knowing he was just as turned on as I was—enough to be leaking—made me almost irrationally happy.

He helped me work his pants and briefs down enough to tuck them under his balls.

The first sight of his stiff erection and tight sack made my chest heave in anticipation.

The tip was flushed a deep red with a bead of pre-cum pooling in his slit.

He was longer than me and had an average girth with a prominent vein that ran along the underside of his shaft.

Absently, I trailed my fingers along the bulging skin, eliciting a hiss from Colton.

Our eyes locked, and the blatant desire in his made my mouth run dry.

Tentatively, I wrapped my hand around his length, suddenly unsure of myself.

How tightly did I grip him? Did he like a gentle touch or rougher pulls?

Before I could get too into my head, Colton spit into his hand, resuming his quick strokes on my cock.

He let out a rumbly groan when I copied the move and matched his pace.

At some point Colton’s other hand had made its way back around my neck and now it gave a few small squeezes of encouragement.

“That’s it,” He growled into my ear. “Twist your hand a little on the upstroke.”

My face flushed hot at the way my balls tingled with his authoritative tone, but I followed his instruction, using my wrist with each upward motion. The guttural moan of approval he let out in response had satisfaction coursing through me.

“Such a good boy,” His lips trailed back down my neck, resuming his licking and sucking as he fucked into my slick hand.

God damn, why was that so hot? My body felt electric from the praise and I once again found myself teetering on the edge of my release.

When Colton pulled back, his brows were pinched together, lips slick, and his cheeks ruddy.

Our eyes locked and the way he held my gaze felt intimate and erotic all at the same time.

Seeing the way his features contorted in pleasure, watching him slowly lose himself and knowing it was my touch doing this to him had my balls aching.

My teeth sank into my lower lip, but I knew I was too close.

As if Colton could already read my body, his hand shuttled over my cock with increasing speed.

“Colton…” I pleaded, voice gravely with need, “Gonna come,” I warned.

“Do it. Come all over my hand, Derek.”

My name on his lips coupled with one final squeeze of my cockhead had me careening off the ledge.

I cried out, every muscle in my body seeming to tense as wave after wave of sensation racked through me.

The orgasm felt like it went on forever, as Colton continued to jack me through it while I spilled all over his fist.

It didn’t take long before his own breathing picked up, his thrusts into my grip getting increasingly more erratic till he too tensed.

Warmth flooded my palm as Colton climaxed with a low, appreciative groan.

My limbs felt like they were made of jelly, but I did my best to work him through his release.

When he gently pushed my hand away, I slumped against him feeling satiated and boneless while colors burst all around me from the aftershocks of my orgasm. His free hand rubbed slow circles along my back and I reveled in how surprisingly stable he felt as he held me up.

Fuck, I think that had been the hardest I’d ever come in my life. Though, that was unsurprising given everything that just happened was better than any other sexual experience of my life. I mean, I had whimpered for him.

When my brain finally came back online after the mind-altering ripples of ecstasy dissipated, it finally occurred to me that the pops of color weren’t from my orgasm.

Outside the window, bursts of reds, blues, and greens went off in tandem as the fireworks show went into full swing.

Each detonation lit up our space for a few seconds before a moment of darkness returned and the cycle began again.

Pulling away from Colton, I tried to study his face in the semi-lit space.

He looked back at me with a contented expression, but I saw the lines of apprehension in the corners of his eyes.

It sent pangs of emotion through me I couldn’t understand.

I needed to comfort him. Show him that whatever worried him, I’d be there to hold him through it.

I reached up to cup his jaw using the hand not covered in cum, and rubbed his cheek with my thumb. His features smoothed over slowly, settling some of the ache in my chest. It only fully disappeared once his lips were on mine again.

I took a moment to revel in how soft his lips were, how right they felt locked with mine.

We sipped at each other lazily until Colton pulled away to reach for the box of tissues on the desk.

He tugged a few free before offering them to me.

We cleaned up as best we could in silence before tucking ourselves away.

Without needing any encouragement, Colton pressed himself back into my chest before resting his head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding him tightly while we watched the vibrant colors exploding in the sky. Softly, I pressed a kiss into his hair.

We needed to talk at some point, but right then, all I wanted was to hold him close and savor the intimacy we’d just shared.