Chapter 18 Nathan #2
We moan at the same time as I get fully seated, gripping the headboard for support.
I watch his face carefully as I rock my hips, slowly, carefully fucking his mouth.
Apart from his eyes watering, I don’t see anything to suggest I’m choking him.
He’s taking it easily, so I keep rocking.
The feeling is unbelievable. Then his hand slides closer to my crack and his fingers are probing again.
His lubed-up fingers finding my hole and circling it.
I bite my lip as I rock my hips, pushing back onto his fingers before pushing forward into his mouth.
I let him in. He brushes that spot every time I pull off so I can get deeper into his mouth. My head swims with everything he’s making me feel. I think about how consumed by me he must be, my smell, my taste.
His free hand slides over my thigh.
“Squeeze if you’re okay,” I tell him.
He gives my thigh a tight squeeze and I let go, rutting against his fingers, unable to decide what I want more, his fingers or his mouth.
I decide. Pulling out of his mouth and sitting back on his fingers. Tears have left a trail down the sides of his face. His lips are swollen.
“Do you think I’m ready for your cock now?”
He nods.
I take the condoms out and slide one over his erection. Lubing him up before maneuvering myself over him.
“Go slow, Nate. Don’t try to take more than you can.”
I nod, sitting back until his head is lined up with my hole. I bite my lip as I inch down, feeling his head press against my entrance. There’s resistance at first. A little burn. Then he’s inside.
My heart races and I try not to be overwhelmed by what’s happening. Evan is inside me. I’m about to get fucked for the first time right now. By Evan.
“Okay, Nate?”
“Yeah, you?”
He smiles. “Yeah.”
I dip lower, his cock sinking deeper inside me. The burn gets worse, and then it’s more than a burn, more like a sharp pain.
I stop with a gasp.
“Stay there.”
I nod. I don’t think I could move if I tried.
Evan coats his palm with lube and starts stroking my cock.
I watch him, watch his hand moving, his face while he stares at me, his lips parted. He wants me. Fuck, that’s so hot. My body relaxes as Evan makes me feel good and I sink down little further before meeting that resistance again and sliding up.
“Oh!”
Wow, okay, that feels good. I do it again. Pulling out a little before sinking back down to the spot before it starts to hurt. Evan stops stroking my cock to grip my hips, tight, while I keep riding him slowly.
I stroke myself when I get close to the pain and keep fucking myself on Evan’s cock. The more I move, the easier this gets. The less it hurts.
“That’s it, Nate,” he says, encouraging me. “Fuck, that’s it.”
I start to roll my hips, sink deeper and deeper every time I come down.
A flush spreads up Evan’s chest to his neck and cheeks.
“You look so hot right now,” I say.
“Fuck Nate, you’re fucking perfect.”
It stops hurting. Only when I sink down until our skin slaps is there still a slight sting, but holy fuck is it worth it.
“Oh god, this feels good!”
Evan smiles. “Told you.”
I grip the back of his neck. “Does it feel good for you too?”
“Fuck yeah. Don’t stop.”
I press against his chest, urging him to relax, his hands on my hips while I ride him.
I feel possessed as I dig my fingers into Evan’s skin.
When he sees it’s not hurting, he starts to buck his hips and meet me in the middle until we find a rhythm and ride like crazy, grunting and moaning and saying all kinds of crazy half sentences about how hot we find each other and how good it feels.
“Gonna come,” I say, feeling myself start to tip over the edge.
“Come.”
Evan’s voice is enough to send me over the edge. I sit up and jerk myself frantically with my good hand while Evan takes control, bucking his hips up to fuck me until I’m spilling over my fingers, shooting all over Evan’s chest with a shout.
He lifts me and pulls me against him while I catch my breath. The warmth of his body and the solidity of his chest is so soothing, I could fall asleep like this.
I look up and he smiles.
“Hey, you good?”
I nod. “Mmm.”
His laugh vibrates through me.
“That was so good.”
He laughs.
“I know. You were so fucking good at it.”
Panic jolts my head up. “You didn’t come.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
I climb off him, his cock still hard, wrapped in the condom.
He kicks his legs off the bed and snaps it off.
“Evan.”
“I told you don’t-”
“Come back here so I can suck your cock.”
Me from a few months ago might have blushed hearing myself say something like that. But not current me. Not with Evan.
He just smiles softly. “I’ll be right back,” he says.
While he’s gone, my head swims with worries. What if the condom wasn’t clean? What if he thought I was bad at it?
I’m sitting on the bed looking down at my knees when he comes back in.
“Hey, what’s up?” he crouches between my knees.
“Was I bad at it?”
“I told you. You were fucking amazing.”
He kisses my cheek before moving onto my neck. “Who knew golden boy Nate Castellani would take cock like a pro his first time?”
I soften.
“You’re the only person who calls me that.”
“Calls you what? A cock whore?”
I laugh and slap his chest. “No, Castellani. My mom changed my name to Carter. She won’t even call me Nate anymore.”
“Which one do you prefer?” His face is so close to mine. I could count the freckles spread across his nose and cheeks if he let me.
“I prefer whatever you call me.”
He presses his forehead against mine. “Told you, you’re gonna kill me.”
“I love you.”
He squeezes his eyes shut. “You shouldn’t.”
“Well, I do, so deal with it. You don’t have to say it back, I-”
“Fuck, Nate.” He stands up, his body is so beautiful. The S-shape his hips make, the V-shape leading into his groin. His erection has softened into a semi. I want to change that.
“You know I fucking love you. Always have. Stop teasing me with what I shouldn’t want,” he says.
Everything inside me fizzles at his admission. I reach for his hand and take in a shuddery breath when he gives it to me.
“You have me, I’m here. There’s no getting rid of me this time.”
He looks down at me like he’s seeing me for the first time.
He pulls me up and puts his arms around me, holding me tight. I rest my head on his shoulder and let him stroke my back.
“Promise me something?”
“Anything.”
“You’re so stupid for a smart guy. You don’t even know what you’re agreeing to.”
I laugh.
“Promise me that if this thing between us starts to mess up what you’ve got here and at school and everything—your future—you’ll tell me so I can walk away.”
“Evan-”
“No. No excuses, that’s my condition. If you promise me that, I promise I’ll go with it. I’ll just fucking enjoy whatever this is, for as long as you want it. But I can only do that if I know I’m not ruining your life.”
“Evan, of course you’re not ruining my-”
“Nate,” he says in a warning tone.
I take a deep breath, inhaling the mild scent of fresh sweat on his skin.
“I’ll promise on one condition,” I say.
“You don’t get to negotiate here.”
“It’s just a small thing, I promise.”
He hesitates before answering. “Okay, what is it?”
“I’ll tell you if you’re ruining my life, if you come back to bed with me and let me make you come.”
He snorts. “Jesus, Nate, you’ve got a one-track mind.”
I shrug. “That’s my condition.”
He pulls away and frowns into my face. “I’m serious, Nate.”
“So am I.”
He raises an eyebrow.
“I am,” I insist, taking his hand in mine. “I know you are, and I’m being serious when I say I promise.”
I can promise him this, because I know he won’t ruin my life, he could only ever make it better. None of that other stuff matters without him. I know that for a fact because I’ve lived the last five years of my life learning it.
He leans back in and kisses me, slow and tender.
“Deal.”