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

“Don't be scared anymore, love.” He dipped down and kissed Marek's shoulder, letting his lips linger. “I'm never going away again.”

“Make love to me.” Marek bumped his ass back into Colin's embedded length, hissing as the motion licked his passage and nudged his sweet spot, curling his toes. “I imagined you with me so many times.” Clenching his rectum, Marek held Colin inside him with every ounce of muscle strength he possessed. “Give me the real thing.”

“Ohhh God.” Biting down on Marek's shoulder, Colin slammed his prick into Marek's willing ass, going so deep it felt like he touched Marek's spine. “Squeeze my cock like that again and it'll all be over in two seconds.”

Marek concentrated his full focus into all the muscles around his anus and sucked in for everything he was worth, so hard he was damn near sure he imprinted the shape of Colin's dick into his rectal walls.

“Fuck. Oh fuck.” Colin scraped his fingers down Marek's belly to his cock and then wrapped his arms in a vise around Marek's abdomen. “I warned you.” He tucked his face in the side of Marek's neck and drove into Marek's ass with incredible force, lifting Marek a few inches off the floor in the process. The man bore his full weight into Marek and thrust his hips in a rudimentary mating. He pumped his cock in lightning-fast strokes, sawing heat and friction within Marek's channel. Marek spread his knees wider and tilted his hips at an angle to better take the repeated penetration, moaning every time Colin rubbed right over his prostate with each drive and withdrawal.

“God.” Colin panted heavily against Marek's flesh at the same pace he fucked Marek in the ass. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Oh shit…shit.” Marek reached down and shoved Colin's hand over his erection, gasping and jerking as Colin wrapped his rearing cock up in a stranglehold. “So close again.” He covered Colin's hand and dragged it up and down his length, groaning at the wonderful agony of touch. His nuts slapped heavy with every jostling hit, but the final hurdle toward release stayed just out of his grasp. “Need to feel you come.” Marek let go of his dick and reached backward, sliding his hand down Colin's flank. “Give it to me.” He marked Colin's thigh with his digging hold. “Please.”

Colin speared deeply with a hoarse cry and sank his teeth into Marek's nape as he lost the battle and shot Marek full of hot seed. The first spit of steaming spunk hit Marek's rectum, and Colin whipped his hand up and down Marek's cock in a furious pumping motion, soaring Marek straight into the arms of release. Marek shouted equally loud with his orgasm, and his channel rippled in crazy spasms as he came, unloading a second wave of cum, this time onto the floor.

Marek's entire body heaved in the aftermath of the frantic fucking, and he gasped for air. Draped over his back, Colin's weight rose and fell in an identical pattern; Marek had never welcomed a burden more. Colin's penis was still lodged in his ass, and Marek knew tenderness would soon set in, but he would embrace any small discomfort for as long as it lingered, using the soreness as more proof that he had Colin back in his life. As a lover. As a partner. For keeps.

Please.

Suddenly, Colin groaned and shifted, unstuck himself from Marek's back, and gently pulled out of his body. The loss of contact pricked Marek's chest, but seeing Colin crawl to the door and wrap his fingers around the knob stirred him to panic.

Marek lunged and grabbed the man's ankle, manacling him in a cuff hold before he realized he moved at all. “Where are you going?” Marek's heart raced like mad as Colin swung the front door all the way open.

Colin looked over his shoulder and a soft smile graced his lips. “Nowhere, baby. I'm just letting a little more air inside.” He looked down at himself then pierced Marek with a lusty-eyed stare. “I think we need it after what we just did.” He crawled to Marek and lay down next to him, tangling their arms and legs and using the duffel bag as a headrest. “I want to stretch out here with you and stare at our front yard view while we get our breath back.”

Marek shifted to his side, curled his leg over Colin's, and slid down to use the man's chest as a pillow. He stared out the front door, down over the pure white sand of the beach, and focused his attention on a speck of a boat far away in the blue water beyond. “Sorry for accosting you.” He murmured the words against Colin's skin. Heat burned Marek's entire naked body in one big rosy blush. “I know you're here, and I believe you when you say you aren't going anywhere, but I guess my gut still holds onto fear that goes deeper than I can control right now.”

Drawing a soothing, repeating circle on Marek's hip with his fingers, Colin pressed a kiss to Marek's hair. “That's okay. I imagine it's going to take some time for both of us to get confident with each other again.”

“I promise I won't tackle you the next time you try to walk outside.”

Colin's chest rumbled with a chuckle. “Tackling could be fun, but I understand and appreciate the sentiment. Hey”—he grabbed Marek's wrist—“you found my watch.”

Heat burned another blush under Marek's tan skin as he glanced at the chunky, brushed silver timepiece. “Yeah. I looked for it after you went away. It slipped behind the nightstand on your side of the bed.” Cricking his neck back at an awkward angle, he looked up at Colin. “I know I should have sent it back to you, but I couldn't make myself put it in the mail. I've been wearing it every day.” He exhaled shakily. “There were times where I thought I would drown in how lonely I felt and