Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Their tongues tangled while they fucked, Colby’s hands grasping him tightly, blunt nails digging into Vince’s skin in the most welcome way. He wanted to feel Colby afterward, wanted to feel the sting of his fingers on his skin and the soreness in his ass.
Vince started to move more. He loved riding his top because he could control the penetration, could get the angle just right to stimulate his prostate.
Their lips parted, Vince rising and lowering hard and fast, taking his pleasure from Colby’s body and giving his body to Colby for the same thing.
“Fuck. Found the spot. Right here,” he said, eyes rolling back with the pleasure of Colby’s dick hitting his prostate just right.
“You’re so tight. I’ll never get enough of this ass. You’re gonna make me come,” Colby said breathlessly.
Then he wrapped his hand around Vince’s shaft, stroking him while Vince rode his cock. The feel of Colby’s dick hitting his prostate and the friction on his cock made his head spin, made goose bumps chase each other over his skin, the pleasure ramping higher and higher. His body began to tingle, muscles constrict, until he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He lost himself to his orgasm, spurting all over Colby’s hand, stomach, and chest, head dropped back in ecstasy.
“Fuck…your ass is tightening around me. Keep fucking yourself on me!” Colby said before crying out, his dick twitching in Vince’s ass as he filled the condom with his release.
Vince lay on top of him, Colby’s cock slipping out of his ass. Vince’s cum was between them, sticky.
“Jesus, that was good.” Colby ran his hands up and down Vince’s back while Vince tried to ignore the twinge in his chest.
This was more than friends with benefits, and that scared him, made him want to run away because clearly, he wasn’t good at love. Or he wasn’t good at falling in love with men who would feel the same. While Colby wouldn’t cheat on him, wouldn’t try to hurt him, he’d told Vince what he wanted.
Sex. Friendship.
Not love or commitment.
And somehow, he knew that losing Colby, loving him when Colby didn’t feel the same, would wreck him. Would break him in ways Greg never could have because Colby was more.
“You’re tense. What’s wrong?” Colby asked, voice sleepy.
“Nothing. I’m fine.” He pulled away, climbing off the bed.
“Where are you going? I wasn’t done touching you yet.” Colby chuckled.
“Just to clean up and turn out the light.”
“Okay. As long as that’s as far as you go, and you come right back.”
Colby was messy and cummy, eyes falling closed like he was fuck-drunk. Vince couldn’t help but smile.
He would deal with his feelings later, sort through them and find a way to separate them in the right boxes so he didn’t lose this.
He went into the bathroom and cleaned up. By the time he came back, Colby was asleep.
Vince used a washcloth to wipe the cum off his stomach. Colby had removed the condom and thrown it in the trash can by the bed. Vince would take it out tomorrow.
He turned out the light, joining Colby in bed again. The other man must have sensed him, immediately throwing a leg over Vince’s body and nuzzling into Vince’s shoulder.
“Thank you,” Colby slurred.
“For what?”
“You,” he replied softly, and Vince knew there was no coming back from this. That he was gone for the man beside him, and all it would lead to was a broken heart.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Colby
For the first time, things were awkward between them when they woke up the next morning. Colby racked his brain, trying to remember if he’d said something wrong, if he’d done something to make Vince feel like he was changing the rules of what they’d agreed on, if Vince thought maybe Colby was feeling more for him than what Vince wanted, but he couldn’t remember anything.
As the days passed, Colby was pretty sure he did feel something different for Vince. The man was his best friend. His favorite person to spend time with. The sex was explosive, the best Colby had ever had, but he felt it deeper than that, to the marrow of his bones.
His heart sped when Vince entered a room. He smiled every time he looked at Vince, or at least, he wanted to smile every time. He often held it back so he didn’t look like an idiot, smiling for no damn reason.
Something about Vince was…more, but Colby didn’t understand how that could be the case. What if he just got his feelings mixed up because he’d never had a sexual relationship with someone he was so close to before? What if the strength of their friendship was muddling things up and confusing him?
And the truth was, it didn’t really matter either way. Vince had made it clear he didn’t want a romantic relationship either. He was too hurt from his past with Gregory. And even though Colby felt something different pulsing through him, something vivid and powerful and all-consuming, he was still mixed up on other things. Would he want all the things his family expected from him, even if Vince did? Marriage? Kids? And he still wasn’t sure about the farm and everything else. Basically, he was a mess, but then, he’d always been more of a mess than anyone else in his family, hadn’t he?