Page 34 of Not Your Golden Boy

“Fuck,” Harry blurted, raking his eyes over Nikky’s porn-perfect body and inviting position.

Nikky blushed up a storm. “I’m trying not to be self-conscious,” he explained.

“Whatever you’re doing, it’s working for me,” Harry said as he moved to set the phone stand up at one corner of the bed.

It was the simplest set-up imaginable, but it didn’t seem to matter. Harry had everything up and running in no time.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” he asked one last time.

Nikky nodded. “I’m sure that I want you,” he said, his voice breathy and excited.

It was a bad, bad idea. Truly terrible. On several levels. Not just the recording, but taking advantage of Nikky in a moment of weakness.

But it didn’t feel like anyone was taking advantage of anyone when Nikky reached for his cock and started slowly stroking it to full hardness while smiling almost angelically at Harry. With the man’s chiseled body and curly blond hair, he looked like the dirtiest angel ever.

“Fuck,” Harry hissed one last time before tapping record on his phone.

“Come here,” Nikky said as soon as they were recording, like a director had called “Action” and he was going with the flow.

One last voice of reason warned Harry to slam the brakes, knowing that once they got going, he wouldn’t be able to stop. Ever.

“You look amazing,” he said as he slipped comfortably into bed with Nikky. “I want you so bad.”

His lines were worthy of an eyeroll, but it didn’t matter. As soon as Harry’s body slid against Nikky’s warm, firm one, it was over.

They tangled together, mouths seeking each other’s out. Nikky was so incredibly good at kissing that Harry could have spent hours just exploring that. They both hummed with pleasure as their lips and tongues sought out the best in each other. It was heaven.

Heaven didn’t stop there. Harry wanted to explore all of Nikky, not just his supremely talented mouth. He moved down, raining kisses across Nikky’s neck and shoulders while Nikky stretched to give him access to everything he wanted. And Harry wanted everything. He kissed and touched, letting his hands do as much work as his mouth. He wanted to learn every inch of Nikky’s body and what made his young lover sigh or scream. He wanted to be the best lover Nikky had ever had.

Nikky was on the same page as him. Before long, he used his surprising strength to flip their positions so he could lavish Harry’s body with touches and kisses. He took things farther than Harry had, repositioning himself so he could lick Harry’s inner thighs, then mouth his balls before grasping his dick and licking his way up to the tip.

Harry cried out in surprise at how good Nikky was at everything he did. For some reason, he’d expected Nikky to be shy about swallowing cock, but he absolutely wasn’t. He was so good at bobbing and sucking and taking Harry all the way to the hilt, choking perfectly as he did, that Harry had to push him back.

“Stop,” he gasped. “You’re going to make me come.”

“That’s a good thing, right?” Nikky asked, mischief in his eyes as he glanced up the length of Harry’s torso at him that had Harry rethinking how fast he wanted to come.

“Not when I want that sweet arse of yours,” Harry replied, diving into the playful, competitive spirit of the whole thing with him.

“What, you mean this ass?” Nikky asked, moving to the side on his stomach and lifting his hips to show off his delicious bubble-butt.

“That’s the one,” Harry said. He rolled to balance himself over Nikky, then shifted down, parting Nikky’s thighs as he did, then leaning in to devour his hole.

Sex was always fun and gratifying, but with Nikky, it was so much more than that. The way Nikky let go and gave in to pleasure was so much better than Harry could have imagined it would be. Nikky loved having his arse eaten, which was given away by the copious amount of precum the man produced that dampened the sheets under him. Harry found that so hot he could hardly contain himself.

That wasn’t the only blazing hot thing.

“Fuck, I need you in me,” Nikky panted, arching his back and bracing himself like he was begging for it. “I’m so ready.”

Harry wasn’t about to say no to that. As fast as he could, he ripped open a condom and rolled it on, then flipped the cap on the lube and went to work opening Nikky up. Nikky arched into his touch and made sounds that went straight to Harry’s balls, making him worry that he wouldn’t be able to keep himself in check long enough to make it good for Nikky.

He didn’t need to worry about that. Nikky was tight, but he relaxed into everything Harry was doing and was ready in no time.

“You want this big dick?” Harry teased him as he slotted into position, pressing the head of his cock against Nikky’s hole.

“God, yes!” Nikky groaned, then cried out, sexy as hell, as Harry pushed into him.

It wasn’t supposed to be that good. Harry had assumed Nikky would be as green and anxious about sex as he was about his career and about life. But as Harry slid home, thrusting slowly at first to get deeper and deeper, Nikky blossomed under him. Harry adjusted his stance once he was certain things were good, then picked up his pace, doing his best to find Nikky’s prostate.