Surfing with a Seahorse - Charlie Richards Page 0,20

mouth watered and his dick throbbed.

A glance down showed Colton that Waylon was in the same predicament. “Yeah,” he whispered. “I want you.” Gripping the zipper of his wetsuit, he quickly yanked it down. Shoving it off until it rested just below his balls, Colton gripped his bobbing shaft. “This is what you do to me every fucking time you look at me, every time I think about you, any time you’re near.”

Resting his hand on Waylon’s ripped stomach, Colton carefully avoided the huge swell pressing against the front. “Can I see what I do to you?”

Waylon bit his lower lip, probably to keep in a moan of his own. Even as he nodded, he unzipped his own wetsuit. Pushing it down, he revealed his massive rod, swollen, dark, and leaking pre-cum.

“Oh, yeah,” Colton muttered on a growl. Stepping between Waylon’s thick thighs, he leaned against him. “Legs a little wider, if you can.”

After Waylon had awkwardly obeyed, Colton levered against him. He had to stand on his toes due to the slight height difference, but when his mate palmed his ass with one meaty mitt, it made it easy. His erection, shorter and slenderer than Waylon’s, pressed against his human’s.

Waylon clamped his jaw together and arched against him. His hips bucking, he rocked his thick shaft against Colton’s.

As much as Colton would love to have their first time slow and easy so he could worship Waylon’s body, he knew that wasn’t possible. They’d waited too long. His need to begin the bonding process rode him hard.

“Kiss me,” Colton demanded, resting his hands on Waylon’s bulging shoulders. “Please.”

“Hell yeah,” Waylon muttered, dipping his head.

Waylon sealed his lips over Colton’s. Feeling his human shove his thick tongue into his mouth, he went with it. He teased, lapped, and sucked on the appendage.

Colton began rocking his hips. The glide of their shafts against each other soon became easy with the copious amounts of pre-cum they were both expelling. He moaned softly into Waylon’s mouth, relishing the exquisite sensations rolling through his body in bliss-inducing waves.

Feeling the base of his spine tingle and his balls roll deliciously, Colton knew his orgasm approached. He didn’t fight it. Instead, he rutted harder against his mate’s exquisite body.

Breathing noisily through his nose, Colton fed Waylon a series of low grunts and groans as his release washed through him. He broke the kiss and gasped as he peered up at Waylon’s heavy-lidded expression. His lips were kiss-swollen, and his features twisted into a feral curl.

Knowing that look from nearly two centuries of sex, Colton sank to his knees. He heard Waylon whimper, the sound incongruous coming from such a big man... and it was music to Colton’s ears. Opening his mouth, Colton wrapped his lips around Waylon’s mammoth shaft and swallowed it to the root.

Colton silently thanked his non-existent gag reflex, because his mate’s dick was huge. As he bobbed on the thick length, he guessed it was at least an eleven-incher. Waylon’s thighs trembled under his hands, and when Colton cupped his balls, he threw his head back and opened his mouth in a silent scream.

Pulse after pulse of thick cream flooded Colton’s mouth. He nearly choked due to the volume of fluid, but he swallowed quickly and got it down. Pulling back just a little, he enjoyed the lightly salty, masculine flavor with just a hint of iron tang as the next couple of bursts landed on his tongue.

Gods, my mate was in need.

Colton continued to suckle gently as Waylon came down from his release. His abdominals twitched under his fingertips as he explored, and his thighs trembled. When Waylon finally began to soften, Colton allowed the tasty flesh to slip from between his lips.

Spotting a smear of red on Waylon’s dick, Colton quickly licked it clean. He groaned under his breath when he realized it was his mate’s blood. Somehow, they’d gotten too vigorous, and he’d drawn blood.

Oh, damn.

As Colton peered up Waylon’s body, he watched his lover’s closed eyelids flutter. It took a few seconds, but finally, he peered down at him. His lips were kiss-swollen, and his smile a little loopy-looking.

Okay... he’s okay. Ha. More than okay.

“That’s a damn fine look on you,” Colton whispered, easing back to his feet. Rubbing his palms up and down Waylon’s torso, tracing first his abdominals, then his pectorals, he murmured, “I sure hope you’re going to allow me to put that expression on you again soon... and often.”

Colton couldn’t help how husky his voice had