Page 120 of Jackrabbit

“You like that, boy?” Beau rumbled as he pressed his thumb into the spot he'd just smacked.

There was no time for Colt to answer before Beau did it again to the other side, and this time Colt's gasp was half a moan.

He nodded, rubbing his forehead against the fabric. “Yeah. Yup. Yes, I think I like that, shit. Your big fucking hands, Beau.”

Beau hummed and slid both hands up under the shirt to grip the meat of Colt’s ass, and then he was spreading him, letting out this low appreciative noise that made Colt's entire body heat. Not that Colt hadn't done filthy shit before, but the fact that it wasBeaustaring at his exposed asshole felt entirely different than any other man he'd been with. And he'd been with a lot of men.

Stubble rubbed against his left asscheek, and Colt’s hips jerked as Beau bit down gently and pressed his thumb flat against Colt’s hole. Wet like he’d had it in his mouth. Cold. “I'm gonna fuck you, Colt. That alright with you?”

“Oh, fuck.” Colt reached between his legs and gripped his dick. It was aching and dripping, and if he wasn't careful, he was gonna come untouched like a fourteen-year-old. “Yes. Oh my God, yes, please, fuck me until I can't breathe, Beau, I've wanted you for so goddamn long.”

Beau pressed his thumb harder, just the tip pushing inside, and Colt sucked in a sharp gasp. “I know. How many times have you come to me hopin’ to be split on my cock?”

That answer was so goddamn embarrassing that it left Colt feeling more exposed than having his cheeks spread right in front of Beau’s face. A heady mix of shame and heat made his neck flush red.

“I—um.” He pressed his burning forehead harder into the comforter. “That's not—”

Shit. How was he supposed to fucking think with the tip of Beau’s thumb inside him, the heat from those thighs burning all along the backs of Colt’s?

“Answer me.” Beau’s thumb pressed deeper, just past the first knuckle.

Colt had pride. He really did. But not right now.

“Four.” His cock pulsed and dripped, and he squeezed the base. “The gym, um, once when I knew we'd be alone at the shop, once when we had the track to ourselves, and—and then the other night.”

Beau’s fingers dug into Colt’s skin. He soundedhungry, gravel in his voice, when he said: “Desperate, aren't you? Christ. My desperate little slut. You didn’t even ask if I was clean, and you’re gonna let me do whatever I want, aren’t you?”

Colt moaned, and Beau had literally no idea how desperate he really was. “Yeah. I am, fuck, please, please, Beau, just—”

A hand ran up his flank, and Beau made a soft, soothing noise as he pulled his thumb out. The lube opened with a plasticclick, and then Beau drizzled it over him, let it slide down between his cheeks, cold and wet. But it didn’t matter, because one second later, Beau was circling his hole with one of his fingers.

“I read your medical file front to back, did you know that?” Beau leaned down and licked a stripe up Colt’s flank. “I’m clean too. And I’m gonna fuck you raw.”

The first finger slid in, hot and thick because Beau was bigeverywhere, and Colt pushed back, trying to get it deeper. Beau eased in up to his last knuckle, his other hand running up Colt’s side, gentling across his bruised ribs.

“Look at that,” Beau rumbled as he pulled his finger out and pushed it back in. “I think you’re ready for another.”

“Yes, please, yes.” Colt moved back again, his chest rising and falling shallow and quick. “More. I can take it, I promise, I’ll take you so good, baby, please.”

“Mhmm.”

Beau worked another finger in with the first, a perfect ache as Colt stretched to accommodate him. There was no time for Colt to adjust before Beau was pulling them out and shoving them back in, scissoring, stretching, petting Colt everywhere he could touch with his other hand while Colt fisted the sheets. Then Beau twisted his fingers, seeking until he hit that spot deep in Colt that made him see sparks.

“There you are,” Beau murmured as he crooked his fingers and hit it again.

Colt moaned, panting full-out into the sheets now, and Beau pushed Colt’s knees apart with his own so he could kneel on the bed behind him. Then he fucked Colt with his fingers so relentlessly that Colt’s eyes burned with tears.

“That’s it, boy.” Beau added a third finger, and Colt’s back arched. “Such a pretty thing. Look at you. Grinding back on my hand like a bitch in heat—fuck.”

Whining, leaking, nothing but sensation and mindless babbling now, Colt pushed harder, pressed his cheek into the mattress so he could reach between his legs for his painfully hard cock. Almost there, so fucking close, and if he could just get a hand on himself he’d—

Beau stopped.

“No, wait. Don’t—why’d you—” Colt moved back, an absolutely useless attempt because all it took was Beau holding his hip withone fucking handto keep him still. “Beau. Please. I need—”

“Youneedto put your hands back where I can see them.” Beau leaned forward and licked the sweat from Colt’s spine, his breath fanning across the wet hairs at the back of Colt’s neck. “You come when I say. Wanna decide for yourself, you can go home and do just that.”

Colt’s hands flew back out in front of him, and he shook his head. “No, no. I'm—I won't. I'll be good. Don't stop, please, I'll be so good, I promise.”