The convulsions of his ass around me drag me along with him, and his figure blurs into nothing as the orgasm consumes me. I hear the splatter of his cum hitting the sheets through our collective moan, which might as well be time-synced to perfection.
Out of control, I withdraw my dick and lean down, turning Nick over and crashing my mouth against his. There’s no stopping me. Or us. Nick hooks a hand behind my neck and pulls me even closer, whispering a gasped protest whenever I pull back for air, and before long, I give up trying. Our bodies mesh together along with our mouths. I think my knee lands in the puddle of his release, and I don’t care because it’s Nick’s.
Fuck. I like him too much to care about any of that. The only thing on my mind is soaking in the sheer ecstasy of his stubbled kisses, listening to his ragged, desperate breathing, and grinding against his groin.
“Oh, man, you gotta let me catch my breath,” Nick wheezes after a while, planting a strong palm on my chest and guiding me onto my back. He grabs the pack of wipes from my nightstand and tosses a few sheets at me. “But damn, you’regood. I can’t even feel my toes.”
After propping myself up on an elbow to face him, the words leave my mouth before I can stop myself. “Aw, yeah. You said I wasperfect.”
So much fornotdrawing attention to that.
“I said what?” He blinks at me, lips parted, and his silly grin dims. “I called you amazing, ‘cause, like, you’re amazing at screwing my brains out.”
There’s a twinge in my gut that I honestly should ignore. I don’t know if he’s trying to deny being sweet, or if he was simply too sex-brained to remember saying it. And even though him calling me perfect goes against our flimsy agreement?—
I want to be more than casual with him.
The idea is so unrealistic, and I can’t think of a way to make things feasible now, but if there’s a will…
“Nah.” I boop my finger against Nick’s nose, making him snicker. “You said I was perfect. You’re such a sweet-talker.”
“Huh.” His expression is blank, save for his spaced-out smile that’s hardening into something more confident. “Maybe I did. And you know what? I don’t take it back.”
“God, you’re so cute,” I murmur affectionately.
Nick’s expression firms right up, although he checks himself a second later. “Let's not…” He runs a hand over his face. “Enough of this soft shit. I'm fucking starving.”
Nothing about his laugh, or his attempt at a playful shove, is convincing in the slightest. His eyes, which most certainly arenotsmiling, linger on mine, and for the first time, they don't give off warmth.
Just…resignation.
I don’t have time to dwell on that because Nick hauls himself out of the bed and gets dressed. Following, I join him in the kitchen where he’s grabbing eggs out of the fridge and heating up a pan.
He turns to me, smiling now, and the nerves in my gut dissipate slightly. “Don’t you dare set foot in here. You’re gonna burn the house down.”
“Alright. Whatever you say.”
With a chuckle, I do as I’m told, leaving the kitchen and sitting at the dining table to scroll through my phone. Nick returns after awhile with two plates of an egg dish, and holyfuck, it smells heavenly.
“This is really freaking good,” I say through massive mouthfuls, my chest blooming when he returns a warm smile.
We demolish the food, and once I’m done, I’m buzzing.
When it comes to cooking, Nick’s the complete opposite of me—while I’m barely capable of sustaining myself, this guy should become a chef or something. He’d almost be wasting talent if he sticks with baseball.
I speak before I think things through. “My god, this makes me wanna fuckin’ marry you.”
The clapback that doesn’t come sends a wave of conflict through my head. When Nick slumps back into his chair, running a hand across his face, the discomfort only intensifies.
Did I go too far?
“Fucking hell,” he mutters. “I can't keep doing this.”
It’s a struggle to keep my face neutral with my stomach sinking the way it is. “You can’t keep doing…what?”
He buries his face in his hands, and it takes everything I’ve got to prevent myself from running around the table to sling an arm around his shoulder.
Nick sucks in a deep breath. “I can't keeplikingyou like this. Fuck!” He lifts his head, his eyes closed, and then he opens them to fix me with a sad stare. “I’m such an idiot.”
