Chapter Thirty-Four #2
He’s quiet, but it’s a restrained quiet. His hands and body are plenty loud, his heavy, stilted breathing and the straining bulge in his shorts betraying how he really feels.
I sit back on my heels and stare down at him, letting both of my hands come to rest low on his stomach. His eyes are half open, looking up at me lazily, and his cheeks are still flushed and hot.
“You’re okay, right?” I ask, needing to be sure. “Not hurting too much?”
He gives a small nod and says, “Yeah, I’m okay.”
“So, I can touch you?”
He nods again.
“Anywhere?”
He huffs a weak laugh and nods again.
“And can I—”
“Yes. Fuck, please, yes.”
I crack a smile, but then I sober up pretty quickly as my fingers drift outward toward his hips and inch under his sleep shorts and briefs. I pause, letting my eyes drop to where his cock twitches with arousal under the double layer of cotton.
God, I want to see him—all of him—for the first time.
A rush of need hits me, my own cock throbbing with want in my shorts. I reach down and adjust myself with a groan, and Nico laughs quietly, then lifts a hand and rubs it up along my forearm.
“What do you want to do?” he asks, his voice low but rough.
I tear my gaze away and meet his eyes. “I want to see you. And I want to kiss you everywhere,” I admit. My cheeks feel hot with embarrassment and arousal, but I don’t look away as I add, “And then . . . then I want to make you come.”
He closes his eyes and groans. “How?”
“With my mouth.”
His hand pauses over the top of mine, and he lets out a short, sharp breath. “You want to . . . with your . . .”
I hook my fingers under the edges of his shorts and briefs and lower them just an inch or so, and I lean over and kiss his newly exposed skin. “With my mouth,” I repeat.
“Fuck.”
I laugh and shake my head. Then I start kissing a slow path upward, taking my time with each kiss.
He’s sort of quiet again, like he was earlier, but he’s breathing hard and he’s restless. Little whines escape him, especially when I pause just below his nipple. His hand leaves my arm and threads up into my hair, gently encouraging me.
He wants this as much as I want to give him this.
Something in that thought is arousing as hell, and I pull back just enough to look up at him before lowering my mouth to his nipple. It stiffens at my touch, and I flick my tongue across the hard nub and then suck.
“God, Alex.” He lets out another sharp breath. “Jesus.”
I absolutely love his reaction, and I love knowing that he’s reacting to me.
So I continue, slowly pleasuring him, teasing out more breathless moans, more muffled pleas to keep going, to do that again, to—god, please, please, fuuuuuuck .
. . He’s still holding back, but with each slow, deliberate touch of my lips to his skin, he seems to lose control a little bit more.
I’m aching with arousal when I’ve finally worked my way back down his body, my hands finding his hips again, fingers slipping under the two layers of cotton. I linger with my mouth just below his belly button, and his hand threads into my hair, then down my neck and under my shirt to my upper back.
I pause to breathe him in, and before I undress him the rest of the way, I shift down even lower, nuzzle my face into the junction at the top of his thigh. His dick throbs against my cheek, heat radiating from him, and he gasps as his hand squeezes my shoulder.
“Please, Alex.”
At his hushed, strained words, the fire in my belly surges.
I want him so badly. But I force myself to keep moving slowly, to prolong the pleasure for both of us.
I smile and hum as I turn my head and kiss his hard cock through the fabric of his shorts.
He hisses another plea and bends one knee up and out, giving me more room.
I shift my hand from his hip to his knee, and I kiss him again, lingering with a good amount of pressure, as my hand caresses up his inner thigh with a deliberate, teasing stroke.
“Mmm,” I breathe, my fingers inching under the bottom hem of his briefs and stopping just as I feel the roughness of his pubic hair.
His hand leaves my shoulder, and I hear a muffled whine.
“Mmm, you want to be in my mouth now, don’t you?
” I ask, my breath hot as I rub my cheek up along his throbbing erection.
I’ve only ever imagined saying words like these in my fantasies—taunting him, pushing him to the edge.
But he must like it, because he groans, and his hand presses against my shoulder again, insistently.
He chokes out a rough, “Yes. Yes. Fuck, please.”
I’m not sure I could make him wait anymore, even if I wanted to. I sit up, and he helps me tug off his shorts and briefs by lifting his hips off the bed. I toss them over with his shirt and then pause for a second, taking him in—all of him.
He’s beautiful. There’s no other way to describe him. His gorgeous eyes, lean muscles, pale skin, the tantalizing line of dark hair leading to his hard, rigid cock. Beautiful and perfect.
And he’s mine.
I swallow in anticipation as I reach out and run both of my hands up his inner thighs, still staring. His cock lies flat against his stomach, leaking precum from the tip. It twitches with need as my fingers stop just inches away, and Nico’s breath hitches.
Maybe I should feel nervous. After all, I’ve never done this.
Hell, his is the first dick I’ve seen other than my own.
And he’s putting so much trust in me. That alone should be scary enough.
But I don’t feel nervous at all. I just feel eager—eager to pleasure him, to find out what makes him feel good.
So I only hesitate one more moment—just long enough to stretch up and kiss his lips—before I let my hand finally close around the base of his swollen shaft.
I settle back between his legs, ignoring the ache of my own cock, and I stroke him lightly just once, then lower my head and place a slow, wet kiss on his tip.
He lets out a rough moan and turns his head to muffle several curse words into his pillow. And I touch my lips to him again, this time letting my tongue peek out to taste him before I take just the tip into my mouth.
“Alex . . . Alex, I . . . Holy fuck,” he mumbles, his hand finding my hair as my tongue first slides along his slit and then swirls around him.
It’s fucking incredible—the taste, the heat, the sounds he’s making, how his hips jerk and his body writhes with pleasure.
I groan, reach down to stroke myself through my shorts, and then give in to what I really want to do.
I take him in my mouth deeper—an inch, then another and another until I feel him at the back of my throat.
I pull back, my hand still holding him steady at the base of his cock, and then plunge down again, working him with my tongue as I do.
And I guess I’m doing something right, because he pushes his hand through my hair with an intensity that says he’s on the very edge of his control.
I try to find a rhythm, bobbing my head up and down and letting my hand follow as I take him in again and again, his little sounds guiding me.
Without really meaning to, I find myself stroking my cock with the same rhythm, my briefs pushed down below my balls so they’re out of the way.
I’m close, and there’s an urgency to his breathing now as well.
I pop off and look up at him, and god, I didn’t think it was possible, but he’s even more beautiful—his eyes half open, watching me. So vulnerable, so trusting.
I hold his gaze as I lower and take him in again, all the way to the back of my throat.
He sucks in a sharp breath and screws his eyes shut, his hips jerking up slightly.
I nearly gag but manage not to as I slide my mouth back up his shaft.
After a breath, I go down again, working back up to the rhythm we had.
He groans, and his hand grasps my shoulder.
“Ah . . . Alex . . .”
“Give it to me,” I say, coming off him just long enough. I plunge back down, and his hand squeezes me again. With a moan, I let go of my cock—because if I don’t, I’m done for—and I gently rub my hand up his thigh and then to his stomach.
He finds me there, pressing his hand on top of mine, our fingers intertwining.
“Mmm, ah fucking god, I’m—” His hand grips mine harder as his cock stiffens even more, and then he’s grunting, his face turned to muffle whatever sounds he’s making into his pillow, as his release spills into the back of my throat with each strong pulse of his cock.
It’s salty and warm, and I swallow everything I can before sliding back up his length and letting him slip out.
I’m breathing hard, my heart pounding, and I rest my forehead against his hip. His hand releases mine and threads into my hair, gently this time, his fingers massaging my scalp.
“That was . . . incredible,” he murmurs between breaths.
“Mm-hmm,” I agree. I’m not sure I can form any real words right now, and although I’m still achingly hard myself, I don’t think I can move to take care of it. “Perfect,” I manage to say. I turn my head just enough to kiss his hip. “You’re perfect. That was amazing.”
He takes a long, deep breath and then asks quietly, “Did you come?” His fingers are still running slowly through my hair, and it’s distracting and feels so good.
I manage to shake my head, and then I tilt my chin up so I can see him. He looks soft, relaxed, like maybe he wants to just cuddle up and go back to sleep. He smiles down at me.
“Do you want to?” he says.
I close my eyes. “Mmm.”
“That’s not an answer.”
A huff of a laugh escapes me. He’s right, though.
My hand finds my sensitive cock, still hard and ready, and now leaking precum. The moment I touch myself, my whole body jerks, and I hiss. “Fuck. Yeah. Yeah, I want to come.”
“Good,” he says. His hand slides down to my shoulder. “Sit up so I can watch.”