10. Evan #2
“Soooooo many times.” He dropped his hands with a frustrated grunt.
“People think I’m flirting when I’m being nice, or they think I’m being nice when I flirt.
And I can never tell when people are hitting on me unless they’re super obvious or actually tell me they are.
And you have no idea how many times people have lost their shit and accused me of leading them on when I thought we were just having a friendly conversation. ”
“Well, I’m definitely hitting on you.” I stroked the backs of my fingers over his thigh.
His mouth quirked up in a tiny half-smile. “And what are you gonna do now that I know you are?”
I moved closer to him. “What do you want me to do?”
“Whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want?”
“Mmhmm.”
I circled one arm around his waist. “This okay?”
“Yeah.” He slicked his tongue over his bottom lip.
“What about this?” I dragged him onto my lap so he straddled my waist.
“It’s good,” he breathed.
“And this?” I cupped his soft cheek and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Really good,” he whispered.
“Tell me now if you don’t want this.”
His pupils blew wide, his eyes darkening from sky-blue, to denim, to midnight . “I want this.”
The last of my self-control snapped, and I pulled him all the way to me with a low groan.
He met my kiss and eagerly wrapped himself around my body, clinging to me like a baby koala.
Every swipe of his tongue sent a rush of need through me. Little zings of pleasure denotated deep inside me, and my skin crackled with awareness everywhere we touched.
Not wanting to rush things, I slowed our kisses until they were deep and languid. He sighed, a sound that was needy and contented, both roped together. He ran his hands over every part of me he could reach.
I shuddered as he raked his nails down my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
“Ev,” he panted against my mouth. “I need…”
I shifted our body weight and gently laid him on the bed. “I’ve got you.”
His chest fluttered as he drew in a shaky breath. Using my strength, I moved him on the mattress, settling his head on the pillow and arranging the blankets so they weren’t tangled under him.
He blinked up at me as I knelt over him. “You’re so beautiful, Nicky.” I traced my gaze over his face, lingering on his big blue eyes, then his full cheeks, to those lips that could bring any man to his knees. “So beautiful.”
His hands shackled the back of my neck and pulled me down for another kiss. His mouth was hungry and desperate as he cinched his legs around my waist and tilted his hips. His cock, so hot and hard, pressed against mine.
Needing more, I tore my lips from his and kissed a line down the column of his throat.
“Oh, shit, Ev.” He grabbed my ass and yanked me closer. “That’s so…ungh.” He angled his head to the side to give me better access.
“How do you feel about hickeys?” I asked huskily, then licked a stripe up his neck.
“It’s kinda funny to hear a grown-ass adult who adults say the word hickey, but I’m a big fan if they’re your jam.”
Chuckling, I fit my mouth over a spot on his neck, right where it connected to his shoulder, and sucked hard.
He shoved his fingers through my hair and yanked me closer. “Yeah, Ev. Mark me. Wanna see it. Want everyone to see it.”
Dark desire flowed through me at his words. I wanted that too. Wanted to claim him so everyone could see who he was with.
Who he belonged to.
“Roll over.” Nick bumped his hips up. “Get on your back.”
I did as he said, rolling him with me so he lay on my chest.
He gave me a sultry little smile and sat up. I held his hips as he wrenched his shirt off and tossed it aside.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he purred. “Just lay back and let me rock your world.” He trailed his fingers down the center of my chest.
I caught his hand and brought it to my lips. He stared at me with wide eyes as I gently kissed the soft skin inside his wrist. “You don’t need to do that. Not with me.”
“Do what?”
“Perform.”
His face fell and he tried to pull away. I held tight.
“Perform isn’t the right word. I just mean you don’t have to worry about trying to seduce me or play a part. Just be in the moment with me, Nicky. You said you wanted me to put the effort into making you feel appreciated and special. Let me do that.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” I tugged him down so he lay on me. “Do you know why I waited to initiate more with you?”
He shook his head.
“Because you were right. You deserve to feel special and for your partner to put the effort into making it good for you. I love that you have boundaries and that you won’t accept less than you deserve.”
“It’s been almost a month,” he whispered, tickling his finger over my jaw. The rasp of my stubble against his skin sent another shiver of awareness through me. “I thought you didn’t think it was worth it.”
“I should have communicated better.” I ran my hands down his sides, where he was hard and smooth and sinuous. “But that wasn’t why I waited. I want you, Nicky. I’ve wanted you since that first night but I didn’t want to rush things.”
He held still for a beat. “I’m not used to this.”
“Used to what?”
“This.”
I wanted to ask him to elaborate, but his tone and the faraway look in his eyes stopped me.
“Do you want me?” I asked softly.
“Yes.”
“Kiss me, Nicky.”
Smiling, he leaned down and brushed his lips against mine. The kiss was sweet and soft and absolutely perfect.
Nick sighed against my lips as I ran my hands over the silky material of his shorts. The fabric shifted and slid over his skin. He wasn’t wearing anything under them.
Moaning, he wiggled closer to me. The little mewling sounds he made were as sexy as any of his usual dirty talk.
Slipping my hands under the waistband of his shorts, I squeezed his firm and full ass. Nick had a dancer’s body, and his ass was a work of art.
Nick tore his mouth from mine and pressed our foreheads together. “Goddamn you’re good at that.”
“So are you.” I pushed a lock of golden hair back from his face. “I could get lost kissing you.”
“There you go saying all that perfect stuff again.” He rocked his hips, a playful grin on his kiss-swollen lips.
A low groan tore from my throat as he fit his mouth against my neck and sucked hard.
He pulled away, his eyes bright with mischief. “There, now you have my mark too.”
“Will that be an issue at work? Me marking you?”
“Nope. I found this amazing foundation that completely covers hickeys and any other love marks. I can just use that to hide them.”
“And what prompted you to find this makeup?” I asked before I could stop myself.
Nick beamed. “You have no idea how hot it is when you go all caveman possessive on me.”
“I’m not—”
“Shhhh.” He touched his finger to my lips. “Now, before you worry your pretty little head off, I got it for Kai, one of my coworkers. He and his boyfriend are into some kinky-ass shit and he regularly comes to work covered in scratches and bite marks.”
“You make it sound like he’s being mauled by an angry cat.”
Nick snickered. “I’m so calling Alex an angry cat next time I see him. But when I said kinky, I meant kinky . They’re into primal play, so they literally maul each other as they’re fucking.”
“That’s…interesting.”
“Are you into that?”
“Definitely not. Marking, yes, but only when done in the throes of passion.”
“Throes of passion? You sound like one of those novels Aiden reads.”
“Your roommate reads romance novels?”
He pinned me with a look. “And what’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing.”
“Damn right, nothing. But anyways, you were listing your kinks? Tell me more, for science.”
I laughed, which made Nick laugh as my chest shook under him.
“I’m an ass man.” I gripped his firm cheeks and squeezed them tight.
“That’s not a kink.” He tucked his face against my throat.
“Isn’t it?” I slipped my hand under the loose material of his shorts and dragged my fingertip through his crease.
“Ungh.” He spread his legs and popped his ass up.
“You have a gorgeous ass.” I kissed his temple and circled his hole with my fingertip. “So firm and full.” I dipped the tip of my finger inside him. “And so tight.”
“Ev, please,” he mumbled against my neck.
Using my other hand, I held him tight and rolled us over so I was on top, my hips between his spread thighs. I kissed him hard and deep, rocking over him as I ran my hand along his smooth skin.
The little sighs and mewls he let out were the sexiest sounds I’d ever heard, and my cock was so hard I ached.
We kissed for what felt like forever. Nick’s enthusiasm was a huge turn-on, but it was how he finally relaxed and let go that I couldn’t get enough of. How he wiggled every time I stroked a particular spot on his hip, or how he couldn’t seem to stop playing with my hair.
“Need you.” He broke the kiss and slid his hand under my waistband to grip my cock.
Gently, I tugged his hand out of my sweats.
He blinked up at me. “Ev?”
“Let’s get these off you.” I tugged on his shorts.
He nodded and lifted his hips so I could pull them down.
He reached for me again. I caught his wrist and gently pressed it to the bed as I settled over him.
His lip trembled. “You don’t want me to touch you?”
“I want nothing more. But right now it’s my turn to touch you.”
“Are you sure?” Indecision clouded his features. “I don’t need much prep. Just stretch me and I’ll be okay.”
“This isn’t prep.” I sat back on my heels. “This is foreplay.”
“Isn’t that the same thing?”
“No.” I caressed my hands over his creamy thighs. A bead of precum spilled down his shaft. “Prep is the bare minimum of effort needed to not hurt you. Foreplay is what you do before the prep.”
“I don’t need lots of foreplay.”
“Maybe you don’t, but I do.”
“But— oh !”
His protest turned into a cry of pleasure as I swallowed his cock and held him in the back of my throat.
“Oh fuck. Ev. That’s… You don’t…”