“You did, didn’t you? Just from that, just like that, my c**k down your throat…so good, baby. You’re so good. Everything I want. Show me, come on, let me see you…”
Colby whimpered again but sat back on his heels, lips parted and sticky from Jason’s desire. His c**k lay upright but softening between his thighs, and his stomach and even chest were splashed with white; he trembled as Jason looked at him.
The storm, outside, lashed the old hotel and the skies and the world: more rain, more intense. Inside, the large old wooden ceiling-beams gazed down, benevolent.
Colby bit a lip, under Jason’s eyes on him; the next sound was almost a sob.
“Shh,” Jason said again, “you’re fine, you’re gorgeous, you’re so f*****g perfect, baby, come here—” and got up and picked him up and got into bed with
