He makes quick work of the prep, and before I know it, he’s wiped his hands on the sheets and planted them on my chest, taking position above me. Strong thighs straddle my ribcage, the boxed-in feeling making my arousal surge, and when he guides my needy dick to his entrance, I have to bite my lip to avoid shouting.
“Be patient, man,” Nick scolds. “I want this as much as you do.”
With that, he slowly lowers himself down my length, and my whole world changes a little more with every tantalizing millimeter of depth he gives me.
Nick might have joked about me being a fuckboy, but the label isn’t entirely incorrect. I know my way around an ass, and to me, there are two types: one that feels great and gets us both off, and one that’s so pleasurable, it should be illegal.
Nick just added a third category: unforgettable, diabolical, incapacitating perfection. His walls close in on me, surrounding my shaft with mind-warping warmth, and the cry that escapes my mouth is nothing short of pathetic.
Man, I love being vers.
“You like this?” he asks needlessly, smiling down at my twitching body. He straightens, dragging along me and making me see stars.
I reply by grabbing his hips and holding him steady while I thrust up into him. Drinking in the blissful expression that spreads across his flushed face, I keep it up, barely holding back from screwing him like a jackhammer. Hitting the right angles is almost second nature, and reading his aroused grin gives me the necessary confirmation he’s enjoying this, too. My arms weaken as the intoxicating sensations in my groin spread out, and I settle for sifting my fingers through the soft, thick hair on Nick's meaty thighs and digging into the solid muscle.
That only emboldens him to grab my arms in return. The mutual touch, coupled with how I'm fucking up into him like a feral idiot, is enough to burn these minutes into my memory for posterity.
Embarrassingly, my balls tighten after way too little time, making me slow down to avoid making a fool of myself. My whole crotch complains, tightness coiling at the base of my shaft as I catch my breath.
“Please,” he complains. “Don't slow down.”
“I gotta. I’m so close.” My body sinks into the mattress, and Nick follows, dropping down my cock and squeezing his muscles around it. “Dude, you’re gonna kill me.”
In response, he slides up, giving me a tiny bit of reprieve before slamming back down and sending my brain into a nervous, desperate spiral of pure arousal.
“Nick!” I hiss. “You’re gonna make me come.”
“So?” He shoots a cocky grin down at me, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he rides my aching dick yet again. My balls contract, desperate for release, and I glare up, hoping it comes across as a warning.
“I'm serious,” I say through a breath.
“Come on, you weakling,” he teases, squeezing again and making me whine. “Let me put you out of your misery.”
When I don’t grace him with a reply, he clenches again.
And then again.
“Nick.” The second I say his name, his face lights up. “I can’t come yet.”
“Aww, you think it’s up to you? You’re so cute.” From the way he laughs, it’s clear he’s enjoying how he’s getting under my skin. “You might as well give up. I want your thick, hot load, and I’m gonna get it.”
My shaft pulses in him as soon as those filthy words hit my eardrums.
Fuck—I have to give in.
“Okay, you win. I need to come.” I thrust up, hoping Nickhelps me out by sinking back down, but the asshole moves in time with my body, depriving me even more.
“Maybe I want something from you. Take a guess.”
“You wanna make me come,” I spit out. “I don’t have the patience for fucking games.”
“Nah, something else.” He sinks back down to the base of my protesting dick and clenches harder, and again, I’m brought ever-so-close to the edge, but not enough to actually cross the line.
And fuck, I really,reallyneed to come. It’s already hurting so bad, and with every passing second, I get more desperate. My breaths are becoming ragged, sweat is beading across every square centimeter of my exposed skin, and there’s no way I look even close to dignified, not that anyone ever does during sex.
“What is it?” I grunt. “Come on, tell me.”
Nick’s sexy, smirking face leans down and nudges my nose, pinning me down with nothing more than his presence. “I want a proper invite for Christmas.”
