Dreaming in Color by Cameron Dane (autobiographies to read .TXT) 📕

to Marek. “Make love to me.” His gaze burned past the color of emeralds. “I want you.”

The fabric slipped out of Marek's hand, falling in a pillow of white to the floor. The man was beautiful, but fear of his strange state stalled Marek in place. “Are you sure?”

“It's okay.” A husky timbre added a new layer to Colin's voice, but his eyes were definitely clear now. “I know where I am. I'll remember having asked you in the morning.”

Relief washed through Marek as powerful as desire, and both had him giving in to the pull of Colin's offer. Taking just a second, without looking away, Marek grabbed a bottle of lube from his nightstand drawer and tossed it on the bed.

Colin reached out and rubbed Marek's leg, just a sweet little nothing touch, and it made Marek half hard and his testicles swell, as if his body couldn't help creating seed for this man.

“The power you don't even know you have.” Marek braced his hand on the bed and came down on top of Colin, sliding one leg to rest in between both of the other man's. He lowered his head but paused with his mouth less than an inch away from Colin's. He stopped, and looked into Colin's eyes. “You scared me.” The accusation—fear—slipped out of Marek without censure.

Colin looked up, his eyes so big and sincere. He covered his hand over Marek's heart, as if he could hold in the emotion. “I didn't mean to.”

“I know.” Marek's voice caught, but he couldn't help it. “Try not to do it again.” He dipped down and captured Colin with a clinging kiss before he confessed anything more.

Colin melted beneath Marek, and Marek sank all the way down into the solid presence beneath him, settling his weight over every square inch of hard, male body. It had been so long since he shared closeness with anyone that the fuel of aggression immediately pumped hot inside him, demanding he take charge and dominate. Right then, Colin sighed and trembled, reminding Marek of the vulnerability he'd so recently felt in the man he carried to his bed.

Marek pulled back from taking over Colin's mouth and brushed his lips across his jaw, cheek, and into his hair instead, ending at the man's ear. “Just relax.” He nipped the lobe and tugged. “Let me do everything.”

Colin only dug his fingers into Marek harder.

Kissing his way down Colin's neck, Marek felt the tension and stopped. “What is it?”

Colin exhaled, ruffling the hairs on top of Marek's head. “I'm not used to letting go.” His hands let up the grip on Marek's shoulders, though, and slid down to his biceps.

Marek smiled against Colin's shoulder, suppressing a chuckle. “I believe you.” He figured Colin's relentless pursuit for answers to his dreams was probably a good indicator for the rest of his personality. “Give it a go anyway.” He nudged his groin against the bulge already forming in Colin's sweats, biting down a moan of pleasure as his own cock stiffened even more in response. “I'll make it good.”

The man shook a little bit again but let his hands fall to the bed. “Okay.” He folded one leg up into a butterfly position and rolled his hips into Marek's crotch. “God.” A low noise rumbled through his whole body. “I want to feel you inside me again.”

Still pushing for a little bit of control. “I'll get there soon enough.” Marek bit Colin's collarbone and dragged his mouth across his skin, tasting once more. The smell of rain and the salty taste of spray from the ocean still lingered, infecting Marek's senses and tingling on his tongue. Closing his eyes, he let Colin's body warm his sensitized lips as he teased his way down the man's chest, licking, enjoying, and blindly searching for a nipple. His chin grazed against the tiny, hardened protrusion, and when it did, Colin inhaled at first touch. Oh yeah. Dipping down, Marek opened wide and latched onto the textured circle of skin, swirled his tongue over it, and took the whole area into his mouth. Marek suckled, and Colin bucked, jamming his lower body right up off the bed.

Colin tilted his head back into the pillow and tunneled his hands into Marek's hair, holding Marek down on his chest. “Mmm…” He rubbed his straining cock into Marek's stomach, burning his shape into Marek's skin. “More.” Colin guided Marek across the span of his chest until Marek's lips found and tugged on his other nipple. “Yeah…bite it.”

Growing more aroused with every verbal and physical command, Marek sank his teeth into Colin's chest and swiped the flat of his tongue across the man's flesh, all the while wondering if, when he finished, his teeth marks would linger. Marek bit again, telling himself he did it because Colin wanted it, but deep down he knew something primal in him craved evidence on this body tomorrow of what they did tonight.

“Oh fuck, that's good.” Colin moaned and pushed Marek's hand to his neglected nipple, closing Marek's fingers around him. “Keep going. Don't stop.”

My little director. The thought popped into Marek's head unbidden, scaring him with another layer of possession. There wasn't anything little about Colin, and Marek didn't have him, no matter the sex they were having and Colin's dreams.

With the unspoken betrayal between us, I never will.

Marek had started this seduction wanting to go slow, to give Colin something gentle to soothe his earlier upset. But fear of discovery ate at his conscience and did battle with every other piece of his mind and body that needed to be close to Colin, to absorb his heat and life. Marek ripped Colin's arms off him and pinned them to the bed. Where before he intended to linger, now Marek licked straight down the centerline of Colin's stomach to his sweatpants and shoved his face in the man's crotch, inhaling deeply, shooting him the rest of the way to a consuming desire to fuck.

Yanking Colin's sweats down his legs