“Okay, fine.”
He drops it, choosing instead to yank my body toward him for a desperate, sloppy kiss. I’m taken by surprise, though I don’t complain, not when Nick kisses like he doesn’t know where to put his tongue. It’s hot as hell.
I compensate for the messiness by keeping our mouths fused together, which traps the low moan from my throat between us. Eventually, though, we have to pull back for air, and when I open my eyes, the sight of Nick’s adorably flushed face makes my heart race even more.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” I mumble as I lean forward. I can’t remember the last time I was this turned on, and my god, I’m dying to strip him down to bare skin and get my mouth on his dick again. It only took one time, but now I know what to do if I want to break through his cocky exterior and have him quivering on the edge with that tough persona nowhere to be seen.
I want to be the guy to look into his wrecked, pleading eyes as I deliver the final, satisfying blow that makes him break and unload into my mouth with a whimper.
Cupping Nick’s jaw with one hand, I let my other hand roam down his ribcage, hovering at his side and gripping firmly. I can’t be the only one making moves—Nick has to want this too, but from the way we’re making out like the world’s gonna end, I won’t have to wait long.
That doesn’t mean I can’t nudge things along. I casually let my body slide under his, and in our new position, the amazing visual of Nick riding my dick floods my brain. I don’t know for sure if he bottoms, but the fact he likes his ass played with is a good sign.
Seriously—if Nick lets me top him, I’ll die happy. I won’t need to experience anything else. I can pass as a sated man with the memory of spilling into?—
“Jesus, man. Are you gonna keep me waiting forever?”
It’s only then I realize I’ve been teasing Nick’s hard cock over the fabric of those sweatpants for who knows how long. I’m about to give in and yank the waistband down to let that hefty dick of his spring free, but I stop short, smiling up at his expectant face and trailing my fingers down to tease his covered shaft some more.
“Comeon.” Nick moves a hand from my head to his waist, and I push it behind his back, gathering both of his wrists together and holding them in place with a gentle grip in case he doesn’t like it. “Jesus, you’ve gotta be kidding me.”
I scoff. “Nope. Maybe I want to enjoy this for more than the thirty seconds it takes you to bust.”
“Oh, fuck you.” Nick grins and breaks a hand free from my grip, swatting the side of my head. “Yesterday was the first good sex I’ve had in years. Don’t give me shit for enjoying myself.”
That’s one way to stroke a man’s ego. I choose to reward him a little selfishly by kissing him again. He accepts my lips with a hungry suck, pulling me closer by the front of my shirt and laughing when I let out a squeak. His hands travel from my jaw around to my neck, and down to my back, and if he thinks this kiss isn’t gonna last forever, he’s sorely mistaken.
His hands move lower down my body, and my heart ratespeeds up, only to stop in its tracks when his sneaky fingers close around my right asscheek.
Then when hemoans, my breathing stops, too.
“Damn, that’s nice,” he says. He hasn’t let go.
“You know what’s firmer than my ass?” I ask, pulling back and cocking a brow at Nick.
His flushed face stares back at me, not answering.
I chuckle into his neck. “My dick.”
Nick bursts into laughter, and I follow after him, unable to contain myself. His body vibrates above mine, almost tipping me off the bed and onto the floor, but I’m beyond caring. He regains some semblance of control, choosing to get on his knees, still straddling me on the bed, and strip me naked.
I don’t resist, and he doesn’t when I do the same to him. He lets out a low whistle while stroking me, and when he bends down to lick at my cock head, I have to close my eyes.
Which is why I don’t see Nick sliding my shaft between his ample asscheeks. The sensation is unmistakable, and even though I’m not inside him, it wakes me right up.
“Can we…” I trail off, blinking with surprise.
“Fuck?” He cocks his sexy head, smirking down at me. “Please.”
I scramble up to get in position, but Nick shoves me back down onto my back.
That’s only rude when I don’t want it, and now is not one of those times.
“Nah. I wanna ride you if that’s okay,” he says with a shrug, rolling off of me. “I’m still a little jittery, and besides, you’re way thicker than anything in my dildo collection. I need to control the speed.”
He can control whatever the hell he wants. I stay dead still as slow hands grab supplies out of my bedside table and roll a condom over my rock-hard erection, then the chilly, slick feeling of lube makes me gasp. When I crane my neck, the sight of Nick with his long legs in the air, opening his hole up, sends a streak of heatinto my balls that’s about ninety percent as good as an orgasm itself.
This is going to fucking ruin me, and I’ll love every damn second.
