“God. Fuck yeah,” he forces out, pushing back into my cock. “Give it to me.”
I draw back and make one forceful thrust, and then…I don’t continue.
Picking up the pace would feel great. The kind of primal, ball-slapping sex we’re both going for would feel great, but I can only keep it up for two more reluctant pumps before slowing down.
Nick’s noises aren’t matching the kind of big, sexy talk he was spouting a few seconds ago—he isn’t making porny moans; he’s humming with satisfaction and breathing gently, rocking back and forth on me when he realizes I’ve stilled.
He’s nothing short of relaxed. Slamming into him wouldn’t be natural at all.
What is natural is matching his energy.
I thrust again, but gentle and slow, removing my hands from his waist and placing them on the sides of his legs. That gives him the freedom to lazily arch up to lean into my thrusts, and the blunt, blissful pleasure sinking deep into my core knocks the wind out of my lungs.
Yeah, this has gotta be ten times better than jackhammering.
“Is this okay?” I manage, and Nick drops his head to the mattress, still keeping position, and chuckles lightly.
He fucking chuckles.
God, that makes my spine tingle withaffection.
“Uh-huh.” He nods slowly, tightening his ass around me. Itisn’t to make me speed up, or go harder, or anything of the sort. It’s like he’shuggingme mid-sex.
This is downrightsensual,and my god, I… I need more. I start thrusting again—this is the third time I’ve stopped in as many minutes, and I force myself to stay focused. I’m still being gentle as hell, though, rocking in and out of Nick, savoring the slow, pleasured waves spreading through me, and enjoying the sweet noises he’s making.
They aren’t any I’ve heard before, and again, he’s finding new ways to make me fall harder. Without even trying.
“Do you want me to go harder?” I ask, hoping he agrees. The only thing stronger than my instinct to be gentle is my instinct to do whatever this man asks me to.
He shakes his head once. “No, I don’t.”
Fuck me.I push forward into him, cutting his breath short.
He recovers and continues. “Don’t change this. You’re— This is perfect.”
That slip of his tongue and the sheer implication of it sends heat into my chest and solid lead into my stomach. There’s no coming back. I don’t know if he realized, and maybe his brain is too fucked-out to have acknowledged, but there’s no way I’m going to call attention to the kind of inconvenient adoration I’ve craved since I can remember.
This has gone on for far too long. We need to cut this short—the sex, and whatever kind of messed-up half-formed, fully doomed relationship-adjacentthingwe’ve got between us.
“God, I need you to come,” I mutter, mustering up a cliché porn star persona and returning my hands to his waist. “I wanna see your huge, sticky load all over my sheets.”
Nick doesn’t flinch at the vibe shift. He doesn’t even buy into it. He simply flicks his head back at me, giving me half of a disarming gaze andsmilinghis pleasant little smile, before nodding and reaching down to stroke his cock.
One last time, I try and fail to speed up and thrust harder into his tight hole, before settling for savoring him.
“Tell me how much you want this,” I manage.
He hums. No heat there. “So bad, Dean.”
Why did he have to say my name?
But he doesn’t stop there. “You’re… God, you’re fucking amazing.”
“Then come for me.” My voice comes out soft. Gentle.Reverent.
It’s then when I realize I don’t want him to come because I want this to end—I want him to come because I want him to feel good.
Nick was on the edge already, given how shaky his hips were, but as soon as those words leave my lips, he shoots.
