Chapter 16 #2
My hand flies behind his neck, grabbing on tight, and I yank him toward me to meet him in a bruising kiss.
My tongue slips into his mouth with a moan as his hands snake over my waist. Pulling my hands to his jaw, I stroke my thumbs over the soft hair of his beard and press my hips against his, letting out a pained groan as my dick strains against my jeans.
While one of his hands balls itself into my hair, the other reaches for my belt and he holds my hips tight to his own.
“I knew you’d want to play again,” he teases.
God damnit.
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I peek around the door, making sure that the house is quiet and that all of the lights are still out before stepping inside.
“Be silent,” I order.
With Nash behind me, I quickly move through the house, past the kitchen and the dining room, around the banister and up the stairs toward my room.
I shove him inside and close the door behind us, making sure to engage the lock while he kicks his shoes off before I pull off my own and abandon them near the door.
The second that I turn around, Nash presses my back against the door and takes my mouth, nibbling at my lower lip as he pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it to the side.
With his hands trailing over my skin, he steps back to look at my body, a grin of approval spreading over his face before he brings his mouth to mine again, and my skin starts to buzz.
I work quickly to unbutton his shirt, peeling it off of him and throwing it on top of mine on the floor next to us, and I press my palms to his chest to shove him back until he falls backward over the edge of my bed.
“I’m not sure how this next part goes,” I tell him, breathing heavily and more than half terrified. “But show me…teach me.”
A devilish grin spreads across his face, and he cups my cheek as he tells me, “Pretty boy, I am going to ruin you.”
With fire crackling over every inch of my skin, I fumble with my belt, trying to get it off as quickly as possible, my jeans following after, and I palm my erection; I’m so hard it almost fucking hurts.
Nash grabs my face again, pulling me toward him as he lays a bruising kiss to my lips, groaning into my mouth before moving his hands to unbuckle his own belt and shove his pants down, freeing his cock. He’s just as hard as I am, already dripping, and I don’t know how he can stand it.
His hands grab onto either leg of my boxers and he yanks, pulling them down until they drop at my ankles.
He strokes a finger from the slick tip of my cock to the base, following the line of my body until his hand is back at my jaw, and he presses a fierce kiss to my lips, swallowing the pained moan that I feed him.
“Get on your stomach,” he orders, and I obey him without question, climbing onto my bed.
I groan as he trails kisses from the small of my back to the space between my shoulder blades, and I feel him climb over top of me, hovering there. I turn my head to look over my shoulder so that I can watch him.
My heart races with anticipation as his hands find my ass and knead at my flesh; a feeling I never would have expected to actually enjoy, but it sends liquid heat coursing through me.
He pushes my thigh to hike my leg up at my side, then draws a finger against his tongue before bringing it behind me and pressing against my entrance, drawing lazy circles, and I moan in response.
“Nash…”
His lips meet mine as his finger pushes inside, curling against me, and my eyes widen in response to the sudden pressure as a groan slips from my mouth into Nash’s.
“No one’s been in here before, have they?
” That finger moves and massages inside of me in a way so foreign that feels so goddamn good.
I feel his body press against my back as he whispers into my ear, “Well I’m going to fucking live in here. ”
He pulls himself back up and draws his hand away from me, cupping it as he spits into his palm, then he strokes his hand over his dick, using the saliva to wet it. A not-small part of me wants to back out; even if I can’t convince myself anymore that I don’t want this.
“You’re even prettier when you’re scared, you know that?” He chuckles as he settles his cock behind me, teasing my entrance.
He uses his free hand to brush a stray hair from my face as he pushes inside of me, and my arms shoot out to snatch a pillow, bringing it toward me to cover my face while I whine. My body meets my mind in panic and forces me to jerk away from him, but he grips onto my waist to anchor me in place.
“You can take it,” he says. “You have to let me in if you want me to teach you.” The words are so reassuring and so out of character from the man I know that they catch me completely off guard.
All that I can offer him is a shaky nod as I pull in an equally shaky breath, blowing it out through pursed lips.
Nash’s hand settles at the base of my neck as he brings his cock in deeper, groaning with pleasure, and I pant against the burning as he stretches my hole enough to take all of him.
He moves slowly out and back inside, and I can tell that he’s holding back, but he pulls the pillow away from my face and brings himself down on me to kiss me.
I welcome his tongue as it dives into my mouth, and as much as I hate to admit it, I miss it when he pulls away.
“I know why you hate me so much,” he says as he drives his cock into me again.
“Because you’re...an asshole…?” I groan.
“You hate me because,” he sucks at my shoulder and thrusts his hips faster, “I am the thing that terrifies you the most about yourself.”
He leans back, pulling my hips up with him, and the friction of the sheets against my cock almost goddamn kills me.
“You don’t know...anything about me,” I argue.
He spits again, this time directly onto his shaft, and it brings me instant relief, soothing the burn wrapped around him. I find myself pushing back into him, forcing his cock to hit a spot inside of me that makes my eyes roll back into my head.
“I know you like me fucking this tight little hole,” he grunts, balling a fist into my hair. “And I know that you’ll let me do it again.”
I want to fight him – in fact, I try to, but the words won’t come out when I open my mouth. Instead, I let myself feel the fire pouring into me, shooting down my spine as he hits that spot deep inside of me, and my entire body tenses, fists balling the sheets beneath me with a loud gasp.
The pressure inside of me feels like a dam being pushed to its limit, cracking down the middle until I explode.
Crying out, I clamp a hand over my mouth to muffle the sound and I dip my head to watch as my cock pulses while I come.
Nash, deep in his own orgasm, holds on tight to my waist while he comes, filling me with a sudden heat that takes me completely by surprise.
I just had sex with a man.
I had sex with a man, and I fucking loved it.
Collapsing onto the bed next to me, Nash stares at me for just a second before brushing another stray hair out of my eyes.
“Do you get it, yet?” He asks me, arching his brow.
Yeah. I get it.