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“Easy,” he drawls in a graveled voice, quickly shoving down my briefs, so I can step out of them.
He then reaches for my thigh, hooking my leg over his shoulder. Adjusting his hold on my balls, he palms my junk, pushing it up out of the way so he can dip under with his nose. Then his tongue. Flicking my taint.
I gasp, mouth wide, frozen open.
He growls from deep within his chest, sounding more beast than man. Turning he nibbles the inside of my thigh, right next to the crease of my ass. I’m practically sitting on his face with this angle.
“As much as I want to see how fast I can get you hard again, I’m more curious to see how long you can last.”
I whimper.
“Mmm,” he hums, nosing my balls. His scruff rubs deliciously along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. My crease. My taint. He’s everywhere.
A sudden wave of self-consciousness hits me and I feel my body stiffen. “M-maybe I should shower first,” I say, my voice cracking.
“Abso-fuckingly-lutely not,” he all but grunts before pushing his tongue up over my taint.
But then he stands, dropping my leg, catching me just as I stumble forward.
“I want you just like this,” he says, grabbing me by the waist, and scooping me up. Hands gripping my ass.
My legs come around his waist on instinct, my arms around his neck. I gape down at him, but he just cranes his head, nipping me on the chin.
I’m on the smaller side, sure, especially next to Nolan, but I’m not exactly pocket-sized. Yet he carries me over to the bed like I weigh nothing.
And while a part of me wants to insist he drop me before he throws his back out or something, I can’t help but appreciate what it feels like being overpowered like this—manhandled in a way that feels possessive and primal and so, so wrong, yet so, so right.
Rather than throw me on the bed, he surprises me by turning, and sitting back against the headboard.
Right. My injuries.
To be honest, unless attention is drawn to it, I forget it’s there.
When I was younger, a doctor told my parents I had a high pain tolerance. But it’s not that Idon’tfeel it… I’m just good at shoving it back, I guess. I channel it into something else. Something that makes more sense.
And with so manygoodsensations currently overwhelming my nerve-endings—the desire licking my veins, the pressure in my cock, the way Nolan’s rough hands feel skating across my soft skin…
I barely even register the dull, uncomfortably tight feeling radiating up my body.
It’s a little awkward maneuvering our limbs around, but he manages to scoot back, while I tuck my knees around his waist, straddling him.
My hands find the headboard and I look down at his upturned face, momentarily stunned by our switched positions.
“That’s better,” he says, lowering his gaze to drag it down my chest, my torso.
My own eyes follow, and I find our cocks shoved together, separated only by a thin layer of fabric. His boxers are black, but there’s no masking his arousal.
My mouth dries.
As if sensing my thoughts—my wishes—he reaches between us, and slides his briefs down just enough to release that thick, heavy cock of his.
He’s only a little bigger than me, mostly in width, with a thick vein that runs up the underside.
I remember what it felt like rippling over my tongue—pulsing as he shot jets of cum down my throat.
My teeth mash into my lip.Fuck, I need to taste that again.
“Goddamn, you kill me when you do that.”
