Banging is second nature, but not with a guy who insists on doing it face to face every time, like he doesn’t know that every second of staring at his pleading, blissed-out face chips away at my weakening resolve.
It’s the way we get comfortable with each other that digs right into the vulnerable areas of my heart and makes me fall into a tailspin of feelings. As in, everything I tried avoiding when I limitedmyself to one-and-done hookups, then promptly ignored when Nick came along.
Still, I can get a little revenge. Maybe I can make him go all soft, too, so at least I won’t be alone.
Destructive? Maybe. But it’s only fair.
Some kind of restless sleep comes for me, and I slip in and out of a half-nap on the couch for a few hours until the sun blazing in my eyes wakes me up for real. It’s a good thing I’m alone, because I have raging morning woodagain.
In my groggy state, I’m so much more susceptible to my deep-set desires, so I head back into the bedroom, messing up the air mattress bedding in case I forget later, and wriggle beneath the covers to press myself against the warm, snoring lump I’ve come to adore.
God,adore.Like we’relovers.
He stirs, and I nudge him, waiting for him to roll over and sprawl all over my chest like he always does.
“Hey, we have the house,” I murmur into his hair. “You know what that means.” I shuffle down to give his hard dick attention, but he stops me with a slow grab under my arm.
I make the mistake of looking at him and his cute, sleepy smile.
“Let me wake up first, my god.” He stretches, his shirtless form making my mouth go dry, so I chug water from the bottle on my nightstand and offer it to him.
After he’s done, he rests his head on my pecs, fingers sneaking under my shirt, and as soon as he gets comfortable, I hook a thumb under his jaw and tilt his chin up so I can kiss his forehead. I heard it’s something some athletes do after a win, but I’ve started doing that because it makes him blush, which is sexy as hell.
He stays silent, blinking, which makes his dark, thick eyelashes bat. “Aw, hell,” he whispers. “Now I don't want to leave.”
Good.Serves him right for turning me into a total sap. I hope he's feeling the exact same kind of agonizing affection as I am. I hope he's also all achy in his bones and trying not to smile too much andholy shit he's hugging me even tighter now.
Not that I had a chance anyway, but yeah, I'm not getting over this.
My fingernails make gentle scratches at his scalp—I know he likes it, and before long, he’s squirming around.
“Can we do the, you know…” He makes a fist with one hand and sticks the index finger of his other into it.
No, we can’t. I’m already in my feelings, and if I fuck Nick on his back the way he wants, with nowhere to look but his deep, pretty eyes, I might never recover. At this point, the most I can do is eat his ass while he goes to town on me, because that way, I don’t have to look at him.
But I’m already staring into those deep, pretty eyes, and I don’t have the strength to deny Nick anything.
So I nod, trying to focus on how good his ass feels and how horny he makes me.
Doing that makes my stomach churn with how lewd I’m forcing myself to be, but I power through it, grabbing onto Nick’s waist, flipping him over and landing a firm swat on his bare asscheek.
“How are we feeling about backshots?” I ask, spreading his legs and massaging his taint. Yeah, the whole back muscles, tight waist, and round ass combo speaks to me, but saying it straight up doesn’t feelright.
Again, it’s lewd, and?—
“Hurry up and fuck me already,” Nick complains, and I snatch the bottle of lube from my bag, opening it and making a frustrated squirt onto his hole. At least he’s not rolling over and making this ten times harder.
It isn’t fucking fair how he’s still staying so vulgar while I’m still trying to hold myself together. I jam my fingers into him, a little harder than I need to, and open him up. We’ve long since tested and done away with condoms, so I make quick work of slicking my bare dick up and aligning it with his entrance.
And as always, the pure bliss that comes from sinking deepinto him nearly knocks me backward, and I let out the loudest, most desperate moan I think I ever have.
Nick tenses up, shushing me, but all that does is tighten the walls of his ass around my erection, drawing another, quieter moan out of me.
“Aren’t you the one who wants us to be quiet?” he hisses, and I smack his ass again.
“The walls are concrete, remember?” I say. “Nobody’s gonna hear you scream when I pound you hard.”
Way to deflect.
