Nick growled and Reece moaned, teeth sinking into his lower lip when Nick pulled back just far enough to snake his hand between them, to let his fingers glide where his cock had just been. They were more precise but reminded Reece that he wanted to show off his lingerie to Nick before his clothes were destroyed.
“O-on second thought,”—Reece stood, grabbing Nick’s wrist as he straightened, looking back over his shoulder—“I want to move this to your bedroom.”
“Let’s go then,” Nick said, but still took the time to turn Reece so he faced him fully, hands grasping Reece’s soft and plump cheeks, gripping them at the same time he lifted Reece off the floor.
Reece just laughed, wound his legs around Nick’s waist, and happily allowed himself to be carried all the way to Nick’s bedroom.
It was all light and flirty and happy until they got inside. Until Nick kicked the bedroom door shut with one foot and then pinned Reece’s back to it, eager mouth latching onto Reece’s throat. Reece held fast to Nick’s head, blunt-tipped nails scratching down the back of his head, where his fade tapered off.
Right there against the door, Reece lost himself. Lost himself in Nick’s hands, his mouth, his heat. Whether it was minutes or hours later, by the time Reece was moved to Nick’s bed, his dick was throbbing. He had this whole crazy idea about stripping for Nick—showing off his sexy lingerie and posing all prettily for him—but Reece could do nothing as Nick started stripping first. Inch after inch of dark skin and rippling muscles were revealed.
And those joggers… hanging so low. Reece gulped, watching Nick’s thumbs hook into the band and push them down, down, down until he was stepping out of them and left in nothing but a pair of briefs that barely contained the length of him.
“God—I want it inside,” Reece moaned.
“And you’ll get it,” Nick said, hauling him by his hips to the edge of the bed and moving both legs over his left shoulder, hands roaming over Reece’s leggings. Then his fingers were digging into the material, gathering it at Reece’s thighs and tugging them down until his ass was bare, and then the full length of his legs. “Damn, Ree. So smooth for me.”
All for you,Reece didn’t say, but that truth was on the tip of his tongue, and heavy on his mind.
While Nick was distracted with Reece’s legs, Reece swiftly removed his own shirt, tossing it aside so that Nick could see the black silk harness he wore. It wove around his chest, top and bottom, purposely accentuating it to give it a slightly softer appearance. It hugged his waist too, and then his ass. In this, Reece was perfectly comfortable and accessible, and Nick’s hungry gaze told Reece he loved it.
“Your last gift of the night,” Reece said, his arousal fueling his boldness. “There’s a bow on the back side above my ass. Tiny one.”
“Best one yet.” Nick’s tongue met Reece’s ankle and slowly trailed up his leg between hot, open-mouthed kisses.
He spread Reece’s legs and settled between them, slotting his cock against Reece’s as Nick leaned over him, tongue and mouth working their way up inch by inch to peaked nipples, sucking and biting them in turn.
Reece was already quaking. Too empty. Too hard. Leaking. Always a mess for Nick.
“No plug tonight?”
“No sir,” Reece said teasingly, a coy smile on his lips. “You’ll have to work for it.”
“Oh. It’s like that?” Nick smirked, lips brushing over Reece’s tender nipple with each word. He closed his lips around it and sucked it harshly before he was standing straight again and rolling Reece onto his front, one hand playfully smacking his left ass cheek a few times. “Better get you nice and wet first then.”
No amount of bracing himself could prepare Reece for Nick’s tongue. The way he spread Reece’s cheeks and opened him up and tasted him like Reece was his favorite treat. His tongue was hot and slick, his saliva soaking Reece’s crack and trailing down his balls. He was opening up for Nick so easily. No surprise.Even though it had been a couple of days, Nick and Reece had been going at it regularly enough that Reece’s hole had become accustomed to it—and greedier for it than ever.
Nick’s tongue was practiced, or maybe just as naturally skilled as the rest of him. It was one thing Reece would never grow used to, the way it felt so goodeverywhere.When his tongue slid down his perineum and flicked over his balls. When it circled his hole. When it pressedin.Reece couldn’t help but hump the side of the bed, blindly riding the waves of pleasure Nick was forcing on him. He felt so wet and messy with Nick’s saliva, and one peek over his shoulder showed him that Nick’s mouth and chin were just as much of a mess.
“Nicky, please,” Reece whimpered, brows furrowed, hands clutching the comforter. “Am wet. Want your dick in me so bad.”
Nick let out a sound between a growl and a groan, tongue trailing from Reece’s quivering hole to the middle of his right cheek, which he bit down on, just hard enough to make Reece’s cock twitch. “Just can’t let me have my time with you,” he mused as he stood again, lips, teeth, and tongue roaming Reece’s back.
Since this whole thing with Nick began, Reece learned a lot about his body, and how the most random, unexpected places would be sensitive and make him even weaker for Nick.
When Nick had him on his back again, Reece spread his legs, one arm strewn across his eyes. Reece wanted nothing more than Nick’s thick, uncut cock to be fucking into him already, but Nick was determined to make him suffer it seemed.
“Fingers first,” he said, daring to try and separate himself from Reece for whatever reason, but his long legs hooked around Nick’s waist, forcing Nick to take him too. Being dragged along the bed so easily was mind-boggling and made Reece giggle. Nick only moved to get the bottle of lubricant he had on his nightstand. Because his saliva wasn’t enough—wouldn’t do whatthat lubricant would, lasting as long as the two of them could fuck.
“I won’t make it,” Reece warned, even though he didn’t doubt that Nick already knew. Nick always knew.
Two long fingers slid into him, hitting that spot inside Reece that never failed to make him keen. Back bowing, Reece scrambled to hold onto Nick’s arm, shaking his head because he was absolutely going to lose his mind and come if Nick was going to attack him like that.
“Come as much as you want, Kitten.”
It was always the same—Nick was always so generous with Reece’s pleasure, making him come enough times to drive him mad. To make him cry. And Reece loved it. He loved every second, every move Nick made, every word out of his mouth.
Two fingers turned to three, and by then Reece was riding them, hips undulating on the edge of the bed, seeking more and more because he was going to come, and Nick was driving him there, not slowing. He wanted Reece falling apart, wanted him crazed with pleasure, but right before he was tipped over the edge, Nick removed his fingers and instead filled Reece to the brim with his cock in one mighty thrust.
