Breakaway for Love (Hockey & Love #1)

7. An Indecent Proposal

7

AN INDECENT PROPOSAL

Nico

The next few hours pass in a kind of fog. I must have looked reasonably normal because no one says anything. Sometimes being a lone wolf is an advantage — people don’t know you well enough to notice a change in you.

Although ... Have I really changed? It feels like my life has turned upside down in the last twenty-four hours, but do I look any different to the outside world?

My brain fog was battered to pieces by my teammates when they bundled me at the end of the game. I’d scored a last-minute goal in the dying seconds. Not that it was a crucial one — we were already leading by a three-goal margin — but the feeling was still amazing! It wasn’t just the goal; it was the reminder I’m so much a part of the team now.

The victory frenzy in the locker room made the time whizz by. I even caught myself humming along as Gabriel sang "We are the Champions" at the top of his voice. It amazes me that I never before realized that cheerfulness could be so contagious.

At the post-match celebration, a familiar figure appears through the crowd. Vincent. When I spot him, I’m suddenly overwhelmed by emotion. I grab him and hold him tight, making him gasp in amazement, which isn’t surprising. In all the years we've known each other, I've never hugged him — not once.

When I detach myself, he looks at me critically.

"You're different," he says. Then his smile widens. "I like it!"

I’m speechless … which never used to happen to me. And yet, since last night in the woods when Daniel kissed me — was it really only last night? — speechless seems to be my new norm. What is happening to me?

When I don't answer, my best friend sighs.

"I guess I was a little" — he looks down at the floor in dismay — "harsh on the phone yesterday. He seems to suit you."

My eyebrows shoot up and Vincent laughs, then he leans towards me, ready to share a secret. "Miller hasn’t take his eyes off you for a second this evening, and the seamless way you interacted during the game tonight ..."

There’s so much I would like to say, but my throat feels suddenly tight. Has anyone other than my best friend noticed this? I pour the rest of the orange juice I’ve been sipping down my throat, but that doesn't help either. Luckily, Vincent changes the subject then anyway, which is a blessing despite the conversation turning to his upcoming wedding.

When I enter my hotel room an hour later, I’m greeted by more than the welcome silence. There’s an unexpected scent in the air — my room smells like Daniel! Daniel and me to be precise. It smells of long cuddles and hot possibilities. A delighted shiver runs through my body, as I smile at myself. What’s made me so poetic?

The fact is, after our unexpected and a bit too long afternoon nap, plus the stress of getting to the rink on time, I haven't aired out. Now it's like Daniel has settled into every nook and cranny of my life, and I don't know what to make of it.

Before I can make up my mind, there’s a knock at the door, and I open it to find Daniel. As always, he looks good enough to eat. His hair is even more tousled than usual, probably from all the excitement of our victory, his cheeks are slightly flushed, and his eyes are shining. My heart immediately beats faster when I look at him, but I’m not sure why he’s here?

"What is it?" My question sounds gruff. I inwardly cringe and wish there was a better filter between my brain and my mouth. Whenever Daniel gets near me, it’s as if I suddenly lose the self-control I’ve used as a shield all my life. Daniel just smiles in his open, carefree way at my less than polite question.

"Ask me in and I'll tell you."

What choice do I have? Arguing with him in the hallway would draw too much attention and that’s the last thing I need. If Vincent noticed that Daniel was watching me, who else might have. Although it’s possible Vincent only noticed because he knows ... Knows, what actually? This is all so confusing! Either way, it’s not a discussion I want to have in the hallway.

I open the door a little more. I've barely stepped aside when Daniel pushes past me and flops dramatically onto my bed. I stand in the middle of the room staring, lost for words. Miller leans on his forearms and looks up at me — it’s that kind of look.

"I want you!" he says shamelessly.

I’m instantly hot then suddenly cold. That was not what I was expecting! My cock has already started twitching, though, even before my brain has caught up.

"W... what do you mean?" I ask, and almost get the question out without a hitch.

"You're single, I'm single, we'll spend the next few weeks together. Let's have fun!"

Have fun? What kind of fun? My pulse is beating so fast.

"W... what do you mean?" I hear myself say. I sound like a stuck record.

"Sex, Nico! I want to have sex with you over the next few weeks."

My breath catches for a moment as Daniel says my name, and it sounds so good on his lips that my whole body starts tingling with excitement. I need a moment to process the whole sentence, and when I do, I almost choke. He couldn't have been any clearer, but it’s still not making a whole lot of sense to me.

My stomach clenches painfully as a nasty suspicion dawns on me. Is this all just a bad joke? After all, now that I come to think about it, Daniel has been with an American woman for ages. I'd rather not admit how I know this, so does that mean ...? Oh god! I’ve kissed an attached man twice, and only this afternoon we ...

"You're not single!"

Daniel frowns in annoyance. "Claudia broke up with me."

I scrutinize him closely, but nothing about him suggests he’s lying, and I'm pretty sure I'd know it if was. He was always a terrible liar at school, and the last few days suggested that hasn't changed.

"But I'm a man ..."

Hello! Filters! Do you actually exist? I mentally rage, and want to sink into the ground.

"I noticed!" Daniel says wryly and I have the feeling he’s stripping me with his eyes.

"You’re ... bi?" I ask. He had a few girlfriends at school, but I've never seen him with a man.

My suspicion that he’s playing some kind of sick game won’t go away. Is he trying to trap me? Maybe his grandparents have convinced him to get close enough to learn all my secrets. Although the way he’s looking at me and the obvious bulge in his pants can't be an act, can they?

"Yes! Aren't you?"

No. I am very gay — even though I’ve only said those words out loud once and don't plan on doing it again anytime soon. Once was nerve-wracking enough! Instead, I nod.

Miller's grin widens and there’s something wolfish about him.

"So, why don’t we make the next few weeks a little more ... pleasant?"

An indecent proposal.

From my nemesis.

My rival since birth.

My cock is screaming at me to say Yes — probably at the mere thought of getting more than my own hand. My thoughts are so chaotic, I feel dizzy. I lean against the small desk facing the bed and force myself to take a few slow, deep breaths.

This is your chance ! says the little devil on my shoulder.

At the same time the little angel asks, Are you sure you're ready for this ? And what if this is just a mean joke?

Daniel

Nico's facial expressions are fascinating. Normally, he’s such a closed book, his face reveals nothing. My suggestion seems to have torn his mask off, and honestly, I’m surprised at myself for making it in the first place. I’m so not like that normally. I'm not into hookup culture, and I'm certainly not someone who enjoys sex without an emotional connection. So, what came over me?

Nico has been giving massively mixed signals over the last few days. Not accepting my innocent offer of friendship, for a start, then leaning in to kiss me, then kissing me back when I kissed him, and then running away like a scared fawn — both times! And when I said that I wanted to chat about it, he almost died of frostbite just to avoid me.

So, what made me think he’d agree to some no-strings-attached weeks of fun? And why did I force him into a corner about his sexuality? I got the feeling that wasn’t easy for him.

There are so many unanswered questions between us, but that doesn’t seem to matter to me. He’s just so sexy! When he’s not hiding them behind a mask of arrogance, his pale blue eyes are like a mirror to his soul, and I want to dive straight in. His fine lips taste so outrageously good. And his body ...

As I said, I don't know what devil drove me to just slap an offer like that on the table, but it's one I couldn't hold back anymore. This man is temptation at its purest.

Nico's expression changes from confusion to desire to determination.

"You can’t tell anyone about this!" His voice sounds composed which is a surprise.

"I’m okay with that," I say lightly, even though my heart is beating fit to bust.

I’m nervous all of a sudden and I don’t know why. It’s not like it’s the first time I’ll be having sex with a man. Or even two or three. At one stage, I was very experimental.

Nico looks at me with hard eyes. His old mask seems to have slipped back into place. Too bad!

"Then come over here and kiss me." His whole manner, his tone, in fact everything about him, is brimming with arrogance again, and I have a feeling I'm not the only one who's nervous here.

Why is he so insecure? Is it his first time with a man? I think, but immediately discard the thought. If that was the case, he would have said so, and probably not agreed so quickly either.

This is not the time for idle thoughts, anyway. He’s asked and I need to answer. So, with a broad grin, I rise from the bed and stalk towards him. A shadow flits across his eyes and he looks as if he’s trying hard to stop himself shaking. I’m not yet sure if that’s a good or a bad sign.

I stop just short of him and place a hand on his stubbly cheek. His eyes close and he takes a faltering breath, as if he’s forcing himself to stand still and not run this time. Carefully, I stroke the blush that’s bloomed on his cheek with my thumb.

"Are you sure?" I ask carefully. He’s obviously tense, and although my dick hates me for it, Nico is more important than a quick fuck, despite what I said earlier.

Instead of an answer, he leans forward and presses his lips against mine. The kiss leaves no questions unanswered. Nico wants me! His tongue demands my mouth to open, and I give myself completely to him, let him dominate this game. As for me, I’m in seventh heaven.

When we stop for a breath, I gasp out, "What do you want?"

"You!" he answers simply.

His words don’t clear things up exactly, but his body language is clear enough. He destroys my mouth while starting to rip off my clothes — literally. A button from my shirt is torn free and clacks onto the desk behind Nico's back.

I don’t hold back either and reach for Nico’s clothes — I’m doing what’s been on my mind for days. Very soon we’re naked — all without breaking off our kiss. A moan spills from my lips as I feel Nico's naked body full length against mine. This is so good! Simply being with him this afternoon was amazing, but while that was all about closeness and comfort, this is pure lust.

I force myself to step backwards and wrestle myself from Nico's tight embrace. Putting some space between us gives me room for my gaze to roams over Nico’s perfect body. I saw him naked a few hours ago, too, but it wasn’t the time or place to admire him in detail.

His long, elegant neck swoops down to into a completely hairless chest. His pec muscles stand out powerfully beneath the tantalizingly dark moons of his nipples. I wonder briefly if the lack of chest hair is natural or if he shaves — not that it matters! Below, miles of perfect pale skin stretches over his six-pack, and from his belly button, light hairs trail down, condensing into a tantalizing nest of blonde curls around Nico's perfect cock. The masterpiece! Will I get the chance to taste it today?

Nico fidgets restlessly as I take in every inch of him. Maybe he’s uncomfortable with such close scrutiny or maybe he’s just impatient. The latter it seems, as with two quick steps he closes the distance and pushes me forcefully onto the bed. I'm too happy to fall onto the soft mattress, and before I know what’s happening, he’s on me.

We both moan loudly as our stiff cocks come back into contact, and I tilt my hips up demandingly — I want more! But Nico leans forward and calmly nibbles along my jaw then glides his tongue over the stubble that’s grown since I last shaved. It's good but not enough. A whimper spills from my mouth, but Nico doesn’t take the hint.

When he’s covered every inch of my neck with kisses, I’ve had enough. I flip him, reversing our positions, making Nico squeal when he finds himself suddenly under me. Then I nip all his noises in the bud, because I close my mouth over his.

Now it’s my turn to demand that Nico's mouth is mine by pushing my tongue between his lips. He tastes so good! There's still a hint of the orange juice from the afterparty, but most of all, he tastes like himself. I wonder if he's tastes that tempting everywhere.

I slide a hand swiftly between our bodies, and for the first time, get to touch the most perfect cock I’ve ever seen in my life. It feels as good as it looks — velvety skin around hot, unyielding steel.

How much I’ve missed this feeling in recent years! Although, I don't dwell on this thought for long. I'm on a mission. A mission to discover every inch of his perfect penis. My fingers slide up Nico's length, and my thumb glide over his fat cockhead. A tremor runs through me as I imagine it opening me up. How Nico will push his amazing cock into my hole and this thick length will slide into me. I moan loudly into Nico's mouth.

Then I'm almost thrown off by the hard body beneath me. My thumb must have touched a particularly sensitive spot on Nico's glans, because he arches under me. Our mouths separate and now it's his moan that echoes around the room.

Damn, that's awesome!

I repeat the action again and again. It’s mad how easily I can make Nico squirm — I feel like a sex god.

Suddenly, his eyes open and his pupils are so dilated that his gorgeous light blue irises look almost black. He whimpers.

"Don't come yet!" I urge him. I don’t want it to be over too soon! I haven’t tasted him yet.

Nico's reaction to my innocent suggestion surprises me. His mouth opens in a silent scream, and his breath stops for a few moments while a tremor takes hold of his body. It’s so strong, I have to brace myself on the mattress to stop myself sliding off him.

Is he into edging?

I grin diabolically. I can do that! I love to drive my partners close to climax, only to bring them back — repeatedly — until they beg me to make them come. But before I get down to it, I have another plan. I let go of Nico's cock and bring my hand to my mouth. My thumb is wet from the precome that’s already been sliding from Nico's cock.

I wait patiently until his eyes refocus, and when they land on me, I slowly bring my finger into my mouth. A unique taste explodes on my tongue, and I’m delighted that my hunch was right — Nico's taste is simply exquisite: Salty, masculine, tart and all him. I could get addicted to it.

When I open my eyes again, Nico's face is a mixture of lust and insecurity.

"Want some?" I ask in a voice that’s rough with excitement. I don’t wait for a reply before my hand snakes between us again.

Before Nico has a chance to respond, I take both our cocks in my hand — the feeling is amazing. We both moan as I spank our rigid cocks hard.

"Don't come. Don't come," I mutter to myself as I go to work.

Nico's eyes glaze over. One whimper after another spills from his lips. He’s about to lose control.

Nico

Oh my god!

Can Daniel read my mind? Guess my deepest secrets? How does he know that nothing turns me on more than edging? Well, almost nothing. There’s one secret desire that I’m not ready to share!

Daniel's weight pins me in place, and it's so sexy to feel his muscular body on top of me. I’d never have thought that lying under another man could turn me on so much. I never expected to let myself go this much, or that I would allow someone to take control of me like this — and enjoy it so much.

Maybe it’s because Daniel and I have known each other for so long. We've never been friends exactly, we still aren't, but no matter what I may have suspected about Daniel’s motives for propositioning me, deep down I know I can trust him. There’s not a deceitful bone in his body.

Then my mind goes blank. My brain short circuits when Daniel grips our cocks tightly. I’ve never experienced a feeling like it — it’s heaven on earth. A heaven that makes my toes curl and threatens to drive me mad.

Quickly and mercilessly, he starts jerking us off, mumbling "Do not come!” continuously.

If I was in heaven before, now I’m in hell. I don't know what to do with myself. My hands claw so desperately at the sheet that I’m worried that the thin material could tear. I think there are sounds coming out of my mouth, but I'm not sure. My whole being is focused on only one thing: Not coming. Even though I know that the orgasm I’m dancing on the edge of will be the best feeling of my entire life. Playing games with my massive black dildo has never come close to having a real man in bed with me.

My thoughts void. I can’t concentrate on anything other than Daniel's hand around my cock, on nothing but the feeling of his bulging shaft rubbing against mine. My balls are painfully full.

When I think I'm losing the fight and can no longer hold back, Daniel takes his hand away. I don't know what's worse — trying to hold back my climax, or losing Daniel's fingers around my dick. I can't suppress a disappointed moan.

"Open up!"

What? How can Daniel think straight enough to speak when I can’t even remember my own name at the moment?

I’m still thinking about what he might want when something presses against my lips. Startled, I tear my eyes open — when had I closed them? — to find Daniel grinning cheekily at me while his fingers stroke my lips.

Then he leans forward and whispers in my ear, "Open your mouth, Nico! Taste us on my fingers."

My back arches at the mere thought, and my mouth opens as if by instinct. Immediately, completely new taste sensations explode on my tongue. It's salty and tangy. I taste my own essence and then, very clearly, Daniel’s.

Oh my god! I have another man's jizz in my mouth. It feels so wicked and so sexy. Greedily, I tighten my lips around the naughty fingers inside me and suck, not wanting to waste a single drop. I even drive my tongue between Daniel's fingers hunting for more.

"You like that," he notes.

I don't bother to reply. I have more important things to do now!

"Do you want more?" This man knows how to pull every one of my strings.

With Daniel's fingers still in my mouth, I nod so quickly that his eyes twinkle. I whimper in distress when he takes his fingers from me, but immediately groan as Daniel slides up me until he is sitting on my chest. His weight threatens to take my breath away, and yet somehow, that makes everything so much better.

Daniel's cock is suddenly only a few inches in front of my face. For the first time, I have time to get a good look. It’s shorter than mine, but definitely thicker with two bulging veins threading the underside. My ass tenses expectantly.

No! Don’t ruin it!

"Do you want it?" he asks, jerking himself off slowly.

What kind of question is that?

Did I ever think I’d give my first blowjob to my archnemesis while he sat on my chest grinning cheekily? No!

How did I imagine it? I’ve no idea. If I'm completely honest, I never really allowed myself to envision it. There might have been brief flashes of erotic images in my head while I spanked one out solo, but never more than that. Maybe because the prospect of it never happening in real life would be too much to bear.

But now I’m actually about to get it, of course I want it! Who knows if I'll ever get another chance. Daniel has offered a few weeks of fun, but who knows what will happen after today. I have every intention of grabbing this opportunity with both hands!

"Give it to me!" I croak. My voice sounds as rough as sandpaper.

Daniel's grin takes on that devilish twitch. "Then say the magic word!"

My balls are tightening. No! Don't make me come. Especially not with one word! But my body is betraying me. The hold this guy has on me is better than any fantasy I ever had.

"Please ..." If he makes me say it again, I’ll shoot my load.

Luckily, Daniel is either satisfied or he read my expression perfectly and took pity on me because he slowly he leans forward, bringing his cock closer and closer to my mouth. I lick my lips. My heart is beating like crazy. In a moment, it'll get my first taste of cock!

Daniel isn’t finished with his little games yet, though, because instead of pushing his cock into my more than willing mouth, he playfully taps my lower lip with his bulging tip. I groan.

I said “please,” I think petulantly.

Impatiently, I try to lift my head, but with sixteen stone of pure muscle on me, it's impossible. Without conscious thought, my tongue snakes out, trying desperately to claim my prize.

I don't care what I look like, but whatever … because Daniel seems to like it. He moans then brings his cock so close to my tongue that I can just touch the tip of his glans. He moves half an inch closer and suddenly my tongue is in his slit and the drop of precome that’s just beaded there bursts in my mouth.

There’s a rushing sound in my ears as Daniel's taste spreads across my tongue. It's even more intense than it was on his fingers. It’s pure, undiluted, and masculine. It's the best thing I've ever tasted.

My hands claw into the bedspread again so tightly that I'll be surprised if I'm able to hold onto my hockey stick tomorrow. How I'm going to survive a whole night with Daniel in my bed?

It’s on this thought that my head falls back onto the pillow as Daniel feeds me his glans as if it were the rarest delicacy in the world. Which it is — even if I’d never admit it.

My moan is obscenely loud.

This may be my first, but I know already that giving blowjobs is my new favorite thing. It's so different from all the experiments I've done with my trusty dildo. I love the feeling of my lips stretching around this plump glans, and how a cock is hard and soft at the same time. There’s no unyielding hardness of a rubber cock or the funny taste. It's like velvet covered steel pushing hot and moist into my mouth.

Daniel's unique taste and smell take possession of me. He’s on me, above me, inside me, and there's no place in the world I'd rather be right now. My tongue explores his swollen tip, and I suck harder to taste more of his delicious flavor. Moans and whimpers fill the room as I crave more of Daniel's shaft in my mouth but still want this moment to last forever.

Then he pushes into me a little more, and the heft of his bulging penis on my tongue makes me groan — I want it all! And for a few breathtaking minutes, it's as if Daniel has read my mind. He pushes his cock further into my mouth very slowly, only to pull back again.

At first, I wonder why but then it dawns on me. He has all the power in this position and he could deepthroat me raw. But he doesn’t. Because he’s not an asshole. I’m incredibly grateful, even though I’d like nothing more.

Daniel

The way Nico’s responding to everything I’m doing is such a turn-on. Every little sound he makes brings me closer to climax. Every shiver that runs through his body has a direct line to my cock. His gaze is innocent and wicked at the same time. Sex has never been more erotic.

The shameless smacking sound of him giving me head makes my balls tingle and pulse. If he carries on like this, I won't be able to stop myself from coming.

And I don’t want to. Not yet.

Regretfully, I pull my cock out of Nico's mouth. He’s clearly not happy with this as he stretches his head forward greedily. Who would have thought that this arrogant guy is so fond of cock? Although it feels amazing to be wanted like that!

Instead of giving him what he wants, I pull him up into a sitting position. He complies but looks a little dazed until I sit on his lap. When his long cock pushes against my ass, I moan loudly and wiggle back and forth so that his thick tip rubs against my hole. It feels so good! My eyes close and my head falls back. It's been way too long since I’ve been fucked, but I'm not patient enough to prep for anal today.

With a pang of regret, I open my eyes. The expression on Nico's face is a mixture of utter excitement and desperate uncertainty.

"Your cock feels so good," I whisper to him, my voice raspy.

Nico’s eyes flare. For a moment, I wasn't sure if he’d be into anal play, but this look says everything I need to know. That’s something to be slotted away for another day, though.

"Spread your legs," I urge him. Without a word, Nico does so. Who’d have thought that he’d be so submissive?

My hole contracts with dissatisfaction as I slide off his lap.

Soon, I promise myself.

Then we both moan as our cocks collide. I grab Nico's neck, pull him towards me, and we’re suddenly kissing again, our naked skin pressed against each other. My hips are thrusting madly, sending shivers through my body. It’s not enough to make me come yet, which is perfect!

My hands wander lazily, exploring the hard muscles of Nico's back and down to grip his butt tightly, drawing a tortured groan from him. I give his firm cheeks a light massage. His body is such a turn-on! I've never been in bed with another professional athlete and now I get why my partners have raved about my muscles. Feeling unyielding flesh under your skin is super-hot.

Nico's eyes are now squeezed tightly shut and he’s whimpering incessantly, but he doesn’t get out of our kiss that easily, even though it’s slightly uncoordinated right now. It's madness how intensely Nico seems to feel everything!

When my fingers are tired from all the kneading, my hand wanders between his cheeks. At first, I only explore the delicate skin above the coccyx, then my fingers move lower. With a little cry, Nico tilts his hips to give me more room to move, and my finger glides over his hidden entrance.

Nico's breath catches. He opens his eyes wide and they look surprised but hold a deep longing too. A sigh that sounds like a prayer comes deep from his soul. I have the feeling that sound has more behind it — a whole story maybe. A story he may share with me later, but not now. Instead, I deepen our kiss, letting my tongue take control of his mouth, subduing him totally, hardly giving him room to breathe, and rubbing over his hole relentlessly.

Nico suddenly tears his head away from me.

"Yes!" His scream is so loud that it will definitely be heard by anyone in the adjoining rooms or in the hallway.

I couldn’t care less. Then he starts circling his hips so that his cock rubs against mine while I tease his ass. I can feel his cock twitching — he’s about to come.

My hand slides from his butt and up to the back of his neck, pulling him in close, while my other hand wanders between us.

"Don't come yet!"

Nico reacts as I expected him to. He trembles violently, and for a moment, I think I’ve waited too long, that he won’t be able to hold back. I quickly reach for his balls and squeeze them. His desperate whimper is followed by a relieved sigh.

It's so sexy watching him edge like this, but personally, I'm nearly done. I’m frankly surprised I’ve made our little game last this long.

When Nico's breathing slows, he nibbles along my neck and throat. His little love bites have just the right mix of tenderness and pain to make me groan. My hand grips his neck possessively and I draw him further in — a silent invitation for more.

For a while, I allow myself the enjoyment of having Nico so close to me, to feel his tongue and teeth on me and his cock pressed against mine. But when I start twitching, I know it's time to give us both the release we need. This time I won’t delay our climax. This time we’ll fall over the threshold together.

I release the hand gripping Nico’s balls and bring it up to his face.

"Lick it!" I urge him.

A rumble sounds deep in his chest and wonder if I’ve gone too far. Wonder whether Nico has had enough of my orders. It seems not. With an unrestrained lust like I’ve never seen, Nico lunges at my hand, licking and sucking as if his life depended on it. I don’t stop him — he’s so sexy!

When my hand is thoroughly wet, I take it from Nico’s mouth and he moans in dissatisfaction. I place a reassuring hand on his neck and he gets back to work nipping the sensitive area where my neck meets my nape then soothing it with gentle kisses. Maybe my nemesis has a neck fetish.

I grin as my body vibrates from his expert touch, then I grip both our cocks with my wet hand. Our mutual moans are like music to my ears. Slowly, I move up and down our lengths. With the next upward stroke, I pause and swipe with my thumb over our joined heads. We’re so turned on that our precome is already mingling there, and I use it to make my action extra slick.

Nico gives up on his mission to kiss me everywhere he can reach and clings to me, panting. It’s so different to the buttoned-up image he normally gives off that I barely recognize him. I’d never have imagined he’d be so uninhibited in bed. But I’m not complaining!

As erotic as this experience is, I can't delay it any longer. I really want to come! So, I grip our cocks tighter— there’s no stopping me this time — it’s time to get serious!

Nico seems to sense the change as he starts thrusting into my hand way harder. His cock is rock hard as it rubs against mine, making me see stars. But it's important to me that Nico comes first, even though I have no idea how I'm going to hold on.

"Do you want to come?" I ask urgently.

"Yes," the desperation is so heavy in his voice that I can't resist playing with him a bit after all. My body hates me for it, but the temptation is just too great.

"Not yet!" My voice sounds almost threatening.

"Please!" Nico begs me.

Oh god! Hearing him beg like that … now I’m the most excited I’ve ever been. It's enough to make my orgasm collapse over me. I clench my teeth and try to remember the lines of the poem we had to recite in tenth grade. Bad choice! The image of Nico creeps into my mind's eye, and his fine lips forming the boring words — and suddenly the words are no longer boring. Not boring at all.

Thankfully, Nico bites down on my neck at that moment. It makes me cry out but I’m grateful for the pain that gives me back control over my body.

"Please!" Nico pleads once again as he covers the bite with hot kisses, as if in apology.

His tone! His touch!

"Come!" My word is little more than a breath — there’s hardly anything left in my lungs.

Hot come spurts from Nico's and my cocks simultaneously. Who came first? I wonder. But what does it matter? Either is perfect by me. My body tingles and twitches, and I flush hot. I come a second and third time — I’ve never had such an intense orgasm ever! What has this man done to me … cast some kind of spell?

Everything smells like sex as Nico begins to squirm. His cock must already be too sensitive for the kind of spanking I’m giving us. I slow down my pace.

"No!" he growls.

And I’m delighted to learn another kink that this mystery man has — how awesome!

I pick up the pace again, and Nico clings to me, his fingernails digging into my back. His whimpering sounds desperate as his body fights a love-hate relationship with my hand. I’m so focused on his reactions that my universe has condensed to him, and it’s … intoxicating.

Nico might be able to handle this for longer, but I can't take any more. He whines as my hand slows, but this time he doesn't demand that I continue. I guess we've both had enough. Taking his mouth with mine in a slow kiss is the next best thing until his exhausted body sinks back onto the bed. His eyes are tightly closed, his normally pale cheeks flushed, and his narrow lips swollen. He looks adorable.