Chapter 13
CHASE
True to his word, Nix didn’t do anything to push our physical relationship forward after we got back up to the studio. If anything, our evening looked like any other night this week.
We took turns using the bathroom and changing into our pajamas.
In bed, we read for a little while, side-by-side, before turning out the lights.
Other than a few swapped kisses and Nix sleeping a little closer to me, it was a normal evening between friends.
Yet this morning I woke feeling regret. Not over the kissing or asking Nix to date because I’m elated about both of those things.
Instead, it’s more than I wish we’d spent a little more time touching each other.
There are so many things for me to explore, but mainly, I can’t get enough of Nix. Every bit of him is intoxicating.
It’s a weird feeling, waking up like this. It’s the opposite of my usual situation. Or at least how I remember it before Kelley. Usually, the morning after, I regretted getting into bed with someone. I’d wake up feeling a little bit out of sorts, maybe even a little sad.
Today, I’m horny and desperate to get my hands on Nix.
Hands, mouth, and any other parts I can manage.
Of course, he’s still sleeping. Mouth slightly open, face relaxed as he enjoys the early hours.
Normally, I see him in glasses and a bowtie, all done up for the day.
That nerdy look does something to me, which is a shock, but I like Nix like this, too.
At ease and without all the worries that pile on his shoulders the minute he regains consciousness.
I trace my finger over his cheekbone, amazed at how soft his skin is. Mine is probably screwed up from all the time I spend running in the sun. His is still soft and supple.
“What are you doing?” he mumbles. “It’s early.”
“It’s not that early.”
“What time is it?” He holds his arm up in front of his face to read his watch. Without his glasses, he has to work to find the perfect position to hold it so he can see the face. “Five-thirty is early. Go back to sleep.”
His arm drops to the mattress with a soft thunk.
“Well, I was thinking that maybe we could spend a little time together before you have to go to work.”
Nix opens one eye. “Yeah? What did you have in mind?”
I’ve never been shy in bed. I figure if I can’t ask for what I want, I shouldn’t be doing it. Already mostly naked in bed next to Nix, I have a momentary crisis of confidence. What if I get it all wrong?
Then I look at Nix’s expression, his eyes warm and caring, and I get my shit together. There’s a gorgeous man in bed next to me, one I’ve been thinking about nonstop, and I’m taking advantage of the situation.
“I was thinking maybe we could pick up where we left off in the bookstore yesterday?”
“I’m up.” Nix pops off the pillow, hoisting himself up on his elbows. “Are you sure?” His enthusiasm sobers. “We don’t have to do anything. I meant it when I said we could wait.”
“I know, but I want to. With you.” I lean in and press my lips to his cheek.
The way he sighs when I touch him should be studied.
It’s such a soft noise, but it sends all my blood straight to my dick.
If that’s what he sounds like from something so simple, what will he sound like when he comes? “Please?”
Something in my pleading seems to convince Nix.
He pulls me in for a kiss. This time it’s anything but soft.
His lips are demanding, begging me to keep up with him as he moves against me.
It takes a moment for me to reposition myself, crawling on top of him so I can meet every one of his hungry kisses with the attention it deserves.
Nix threads his fingers through my hair, tugging gently as he holds my head in place. It’s wildly unnecessary—you couldn’t get me to leave unless the place was on fire—but I love it.
“I want to watch you,” I whisper.
“What?” Nix’s voice practically squeaks.
“I want to watch,” I say a bit slower. “Show me how you like to be touched.”
“What are you going to do?”
I thought that part would be clear. “I’m going to take notes so that the next time we’re in bed together, I’ll know exactly how to make you come.”
“You’re killing me.” Nix presses his palm against his cock
“Are you going to let me watch?”
Nix takes a deep breath. Did I push him too far? A second later, he huffs and yanks off his briefs. Fuck if that isn’t a beautiful sight. His cock is slightly smaller than mine, but with a strong curve. My mouth waters as it bobs against his stomach, precum pooling on his skin.
I bet he tastes good. The thought pops into my head, and I almost act on the impulse. Almost. I’ll have to save a few things for next time. Right now, there are other things on my mind.
“Touch yourself.”
“Chase—”
“It’s okay. Start slow.”
I practically gasp as Nix snakes his hand down his thigh before it disappears between his legs. Whatever he’s doing, I can’t get a good enough look at it like this. When I tap against his foot, he hesitates before adjusting, giving me enough room to position myself between his feet.
“Fuck.” Nix teases his balls with his fingers. I can tell he’s keeping his touch gentle, not wanting to move too fast. “You like that? Having your balls played with?”
“Yeah.” He gives them a little squeeze that I think might be just for me. “Feels good.” He’s breathing a little faster now.
“Hmmm…I want you to feel good. Does your cock like attention, too?”
“Chase.” It sounds like a protest, but his hand moves up to grip his erection. As soon as his fist starts to move, he lets out the most spine-tingling whimper I’ve ever heard. It goes straight to my balls, and I have to take a few deep breaths with my eyes closed to pull myself together.
When I’m sure I’m not about to come, I return to staring at his movements. “That’s it,” I coax, “keep going. Teach me how to please you.”
“I’m pretty sure you’d figure it out on your own.”
“Yeah, well, I’m more of a visual learner.”
Nix bites his bottom lip as his hand speeds up a little. “Don’t do that. Don’t hide all those noises from me. I want to hear how good you feel.” If I could, I would memorize every piece of this moment. Since I doubt I can do that, I have to settle for whatever I can get.
Nix seems to take a little confidence from that, at least enough to start to stroke himself a little faster.
“Fuck. Nix. You’re so sexy like that.” He seems to get confidence from me talking to him.
If that’s what it takes to keep him going, then I’m happy to keep up the dirty talk.
I might need to work on it a bit, though.
“Come on, sweetheart. I know you do more than that when you’re alone. Don’t hold out on me.”
He huffs, but he seems to come to the conclusion that there’s no getting out of this.
“Do you have lube here?” he asks.
I wish I’d thought of that. “Yeah, give me a second.” I hop off the bed and grab the bottle from the suitcase. I’d kept it tucked away so Nix wouldn’t see it out on the nightstand. Guess that ship has sailed. “Here you go. Now, put on a good show for me.”
He dribbles the lube into his hand before wrapping it around his cock again.
That part doesn’t surprise me. What catches me off guard is when his other hand dips between his legs and circles his hole.
Fuck. I didn’t know that would get me off, but watching Nix touch himself like that nearly undoes me.
I grab my dick and give it a couple of strokes.
Nothing hard, just enough to take a bit of the edge off.
NIX
If someone told me that some day I’d be lying in bed, pleasuring myself while Chase Haywood watched, I’d tell them they were delusional.
And yet, here I am, doing exactly that. Even better, Chase is clearly turned on by the situation.
He’s hard as a rock, cock straining toward his belly button, leaking precum.
He’s big, too. I sure hope I’m a part of this experiment long enough to find out what it feels like in my ass.
“Chase. Yes.”
“What, sweetheart? What do you want?”
“Want you to touch yourself, too.” I pant out the words, barely able to catch my breath. Now that I have lube slicking the way, I’m drawing close to the edge dangerously fast. “Need to see you come.” If I’m doing this, I’m taking him along for the ride.
“Like this?” He strokes himself to the same tempo I’ve set. It’s almost like he’s fucking me. Almost.
Even watching him like this, with my hands tied behind my back, would put me close to orgasm. Like this, with one hand working my cock and a finger up my ass, I’m not going to be able to last more than another minute. Even that’s pushing it.
“Nix, fuck. You’re so sexy like that. I’m close. Need you to come with me.”
I speed up, but it’s not really necessary. As soon as I see the first spurt from his cock, it’s game over for me. I come and come until it feels like my balls are empty. It takes a few long moments for my brain to come back online. When it does, I look around at the state of the bed.
“Oh, my God. We made a huge mess.” There’s cum everywhere. On me. On him. On the comforter. We’re going to have to wash everything within a three-foot radius.
“Yeah, I think that means it was good.”
“Only good?” I ask, a bit of the insecurity from earlier seeping back in.
“Are you looking for a letter grade here? Star rating?”
I don’t know what I’m looking for. Maybe a little reassurance that he’s not having second thoughts. That he didn’t get to this part and then nope the fuck out.
Except, I don’t need him to answer that. Not really. The evidence of his enjoyment is currently cooling on his belly and my legs. It’s written all over his face, with his bright smile and droopy eyes.
“Nope. I don’t need anything else.”
“That we’re going to have to disagree on.” I raise an eyebrow at him. “We both need a shower. Urgently.”
“Lead the way.”