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

Marek groaned and pushed Colin's legs apart, making room to slide himself in. “I want inside you again.” He held Colin's hips and ground their thickening penises together, setting Colin's length on fire. Marek nipped at Colin's sensitized lips, pulling the lower one between his teeth, not stopping until it slipped free. “Even if I can only use a few fingers.”

Colin smiled against Marek as he remembered what he still had in the pocket of his jeans. “You can start with as many fingers as you want.” Fuck. Colin's passage throbbed, already anticipating the invasion. “But there's no need to stop at that.” His grabbed his discarded jeans, shoved his hand into the front pocket, and withdrew the pillow packet of lube. “You can thank Tom next time you see him. He has an interesting array of stuff in his shaving kit, and I grabbed one of these last night before I came to you.” He waved the white pack enticingly in front of Marek's face.

Marek grabbed the lube out of Colin's hand and studied it, apparently seeing a convenience packet for the first time. “Nice. Maybe I'll send him a fruit basket.”

Colin pushed into Marek with his weight and eased the man down onto his back. “Or a big slab of meat.” He kneeled on his hands and knees over Marek, looking at him with all kinds of dirty ideas showing in his eyes.

Marek chuckled. He slid his hand around the back of Colin's head and drew him close. “I'm not even gonna go there.” He lifted his head and captured Colin's mouth in a slow, exploring kiss. His fingers dug into Colin's hair, and his other hand slid down Colin's side to clutch his hip, pressing until he toppled Colin down on top of him. Marek then curled his hand right around Colin's ass, rocked their groins together, and let his fingers delve until the tips rubbed over Colin's excited sphincter. The man kissed Colin as if he had all year to do it; he probed Colin's mouth with gentle, shallow stabs and caressed his hair and nape with the softest brushes from his fingers. Colin's heart pounded, his hole shivered for more, and he very nearly pushed back on the pressure against his bud to help Marek get inside his ass.

No. Not yet. Using supreme will, Colin shoved his hand between their mouths and drew up to his knees. “Hold on.” He stared down and groaned at the picture Marek created with his red-tinged lips, slashing cheekbones, and bottomless blue eyes. “God knows you're about the sexiest damn thing I've ever seen, but I want a taste of your cock before you fuck me again.” He rubbed his thumb across the fullness of Marek's lower lip. “I won't be kissed out of my mind and forget about it.”

Marek grabbed Colin's thumb with his teeth and pulled it inside his mouth, sucking the digit and teasing the webbing with his tongue. All the while, his focus held on Colin, dark and unwavering.

“Hell yeah.” Colin succumbed to desire as he watched Marek perform fellatio on his thumb. “I'll do it just like that.” Colin's dick was hard as a rock, but he reluctantly withdrew his finger, making a little popping noise as he severed the connection. Shaking his head to clear the fog, he tilted Marek's head back and licked down the column of his throat, pausing to dip his tongue into the indentation beneath his Adam's apple. Marek's throat convulsed as he swallowed, and his hips bumped up into Colin's core. Colin burrowed into the curve again, fucking the little dip with his tongue.

Marek spread his arms wide and pushed his palms, spread-fingered, into the stone. He hissed, and his head arched even farther back. “You have an incredible mouth and tongue.”

Colin kept his head down, but glanced up with his eyes. “Oh, I'm just getting started.” With that, he shimmied down and proceeded to anoint every inch of skin covering Marek's shoulders and chest with a brush of his lips, a light graze of his teeth, or taste from his tongue. He ran the tip of his finger around the small dark circle of Marek's nipple and then coated the area with a drop of spit. In response, Marek rolled his body in a long, needful wave, making Colin eager to do more. He curled his lips in over his teeth and worried the twisted disc of flesh, pausing to sweep his tongue back and forth over the tiny tip before moving on.

Pecking kisses across the width of Marek's chest, Colin gave similar ministrations to Marek's other nipple, loving every jolt and start the man's body gave him. He dipped and licked down the side of Marek's torso, shifting as he created a slick trail on Marek's warm, tan skin, and not stopping until he reached Marek's hip. Skin pulled taut over the jutting bone, and Colin opened wide over it, sucking with as much enthusiasm as he planned to do with Marek's prick.

Marek groaned and drew one leg up, curling his toes into the damp flooring. He palmed the back of Colin's thigh, yanking and manipulating until Colin straddled his chest. “If you don't hurry it up”—his voice was ragged and strained—“you're gonna get about one lick at my cock before I bury it all the way in your ass.” Marek dragged Colin's buttocks down and spread his cheeks. “I'm getting you ready right now.” He plunged his face into Colin's crease, sucked right on his asshole, and Colin very nearly came undone.

Groaning against the insane pleasure, Colin slid down to his elbows and spread his legs wider on either side of Marek's chest, eager to open himself to more of the intimate kiss. Marek licked and poked at his pucker, driving the muscle and channel beyond into a pulsing frenzy for more. Colin dropped his head down and sucked in cleansing oxygen,