Norton smiled, trying not to show his
nervousness. It had been awhile since he'd been naked with someone, a long
while. Besides the fact that there was no one in his life who he wanted to see
him naked—until now—there wasn't a lot of chances for some sexy time when he
was undercover.
"Are you just going to stand there staring or do
you want to do some touching?"
Collins swallowed tightly. "Definitely touching."
"You should probably get naked, too." Norton
chuckled. "I wouldn't want to be the only one."
"Good idea." Collins tossed a box of condoms and
a jar of Vaseline onto the bed and then reached for the hem of his shirt.
Norton's body hummed to life as he watched
Collins strip off his clothes, revealing a tanned, muscular body. A sexy body.
Damn sexy. "The time you spent working out in the exercise yard has really
paid off."
"You think so?" Collins asked.
Norton prayed he wasn't drooling. "Oh yeah."
Norton lay back on the
bed and spread his legs, trailing his fingers down his chest in an erotic
motion. "Do you want to touch me, Collins?" Norton asked in a breathy tone,
letting a small groan escape his lips.
"Oh yeah," Collins said
just as sensually and just as needy.
When Collins stretched
out beside him, Norton groaned and moved closer. He didn't want to talk. He
wanted to enjoy the arms wrapping around him, the thigh pushing between his,
and the hard cock pressing against his abdomen.
Norton bit his lip to
stifle a cry when Collins's hands settled on his chest. Oh man, did he want to
be touched by Collins—preferably from the top of his head down to his toes and
every inch in between. Collins's hands were firm as they touched Norton,
sending a shiver of longing through him. Each touch was perfect.
Collins's body moved
closer until his slim body pressed against Norton's. They fit so perfectly
together, almost as if they were two halves of the same whole.
"You can touch me
anywhere," Norton whispered when Collins seemed to hesitate, his hand hovering
over Norton's nipples. Norton sucked in his lower lip and bit down on it when
Collins's fingers circled one nipple.
"Does that feel good?"
Collins asked as he gently tugged on the hardened nub.
Norton grinned. "Oh
yeah." Hell, it felt frigging fantastic. Norton was panting and ready within
seconds.
Collins locked eyes with
him and then lowered his head, his tongue flicking out as he lapped at the
nipple. Norton was lost in the sight as Collins tugging on his nipple with his
teeth. His cock throbbed painfully, ready to explode, but Norton fought the
need to come as he watched Collins explore him.
"You're teasing me,"
Norton said with a whimper, twisting in the grip of an erotic heat that was
burning him alive. "Don't tease me, Collins, please."
A wicked smile formed on
Collins's gorgeous face. "You have to learn patience, Norton."
To hell with patience.
Norton wanted to be fucked. But it seemed his begging hadn't hurried Collins
along. If anything, the man seemed to slow down. His licks were slower,
tracing from one nipple to the next as he teased the flesh with his teeth.
Norton wasn't going to
survive.
Collins's hands traced
over Norton's smooth skin. The gentle caress caused a surge of heat to rise
within Norton. The man seemed to want to explore every inch of his body at his
leisure.
"Norton."
Norton murmured a
response, but it was lost as he rubbed the side of his face over the warm
chest in front of him. And it smelled so nice, so masculine. Norton opened his
mouth and turned his head, licking a trail across the firm skin.
Collins was aroused.
Norton could feel it.
He could also feel his
response in his own hardening cock. Having Collins's warm body pressed against
him and wrapped around him like an octopus was playing havoc with Norton's
libido and his willpower.
"Norton."
"You smell really good,"
Norton murmured as he nuzzled his face into the curve of Norton's neck.
"Norton."
"What?" Norton finally
asked.
Collins's eyes dropped
to Norton's chest with a deep hunger in his blue eyes. Norton almost groaned
when Collins licked his lips. It was such a sensuous gesture. Norton wondered
if Collins actually knew that and was just torturing him.
Fuck if he didn't want
to feel Collins licking him in other, lower places. Just the thought had
Norton's cock pulsing. When the man leaned down and claimed his lips in a
hungry kiss that demanded a response, he thought he'd lose his damn mind.
Norton felt a needy
groan build up in his throat as he pushed into the kiss. The caress of
Collins's lips on his mouth and the longing in his body set Norton on fire.
Despite the warning bells going off in his head, Norton returned Collins's
kiss with reckless unrestraint.
He wanted it too damn
much.
Norton wound his fingers
in Collins's hair and pulled the man closer. He swept his tongue over
Collins's lips then pressed in, exploring tentatively. Norton could feel the
simmering need building, overwhelming him as he opened wider for Collins,
allowing the man to explore.
His brain tried to
remind Norton that he shouldn't be doing this, that he should be pushing the
man away, that he was injured and Collins was a convict, but Norton refused to
listen. Collins's mouth was devouring him, making him forget all rhyme and
reason.
Collins's calloused
hands slowly moved downward, skimming either side of Norton's body to his
hips, making Norton shiver from the feather light tracing. Collins's touch was
hesitant as if he was in shock that he was actually allowed to touch. The lust
he could see in Collins made Norton's heart melt. It was erotic as hell.
A spurt of hungry desire
spiraled through Norton. He whimpered, tilted his hips up, and prayed that
Collins could read the invitation without him having to voice what he wanted.
Collins leaned forward,
his lips nibbling at Norton's ear, sending a spark of electricity through his
entire body. "Can I...I want to...I want to fuck you," Collins whispered in a
low, sensual tone.
Oh thank god!
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