And then I see it.Me,standing by the door with my eyes red and my lips trembling. Suddenly, a new me takes its place, my mouth bound by a tie and my cock locked up as I sit on my knees on the floor, whining.
My eyes drop to Nate, who is still between my legs and sucking as if his life depends on it, and his eyes are clenched shut, his brow pinched.
Nate is showing me different versions of myself, all from his point of view. And as his tongue dips into my slit, making me cry out, a new version of me appears.
The room is swallowed by darkness, new, dazzling stars illuminating the space as I stand there, right by the kitchenette sink, watching them in awe.
That must be me, in his house, right after I freaked out.
“N-Nate,” I groan, hands reaching out to grip the strands of his dark hair. “S-show me more.”
He growls against me, his gift reacting to mine, as the room shifts to its normal appearance, and I seehimstanding by the door, with me before him as I speak, but this time I can see his face.
I’m talking, and he’s looking at me like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen. Like every word that leaves my mouth is a prayer, a beautiful song he can’t help but fall into.
“Please,” I plead. “Tell me you don’t hate me again. Tell me I’m pretty. Fuck, baby, just comeup here.”
I need to look into his eyes. I need to understand what is happening here and why it feels so good.
And Nate complies, letting my length slide from his mouth with a wet pop before he crawls back up my body, straddling me. His hands grip my face, his eyes drilling into mine.
“Do you see?” he asks me. “Do you see yourself through my eyes?”
“Fuck me,” I demand. “I want to feel you. I need to feel all of thisinside me.”
Nate groans, his forehead falling to rest against mine as he gathers his own spit and my arousal from my stomach where it’s leaked, before pushing his fingers between my legs and against my hole.
“You’re going to kill me,” he complains, breathless. “I just want you to feel good. I want to keep taking away that sorrow and replacing it with so much pleasure you can’t even think. Why is that, Landon? Tell me.”
But I can’t answer a question I don’t know the answer to, especially not with his finger pushing inside of me.
So instead, I say, “Just keep touching me. Please, Nate, don’t stop touching me.”
His finger is so deep inside of me, searching and probing and stretching, that I don’t catch his answer. I’m too deep in sensation. I’m being blinded by pleasure.
And then Nate leans back, reaching into his bag at the bottom of the bed and pulling out a bottle of lube. He pours some over my stretched hole, then adds another finger.
I feel… liberated. I am completely exposed to him, vulnerable and weak, and he’s not striking. And it feelsamazing.
“God, you’re swallowing me up,” Nate praises. “You’re being so good, baby. I knew you could be so. Fucking. Good.”
He sounds delirious, like my pleasure is spurring on his as he grinds his length against me. But he doesn’t rush, doesn’t panic. Instead, he works me open slowly until he has three fingers buried deep inside of me and I’m begging for more.
“Enough,” I choke out. “Do it.”
“Make me,” Nate shoots back, grinning as he lubes up his cock.
“Put your dick inside of me, Nate,”I command, and with my coercion turned up to ten, he has no choice but to notch his head to my hole and push in.
The stretch is just as good as it always is, if not better with how much prep he gave me, but it still feels different. More intentional, like a gift.
“Y-yes,” I grunt out, and at the same time, Nate moans so loud and deep in his chest that I can feel it in mine.
Like we’re just that connected. Like this really is something more than it was before.
“You feel incredible,” he grits out, slowly rocking against me as I writhe beneath him. “You look so pretty.”
I didn’t coerce him to say that. He just wanted to. Andthatmakes me feel so beautiful, so seen, that I nearly blow untouched, without any stimulation to my prostate.
