10. Evan #3
Strong fingers wound through my hair as his taste exploded on my tongue. He continued to babble nonsensical things as I moved up and down his length, my pace slow and measured.
He tugged on my hair. I let him fall from my mouth and looked up at him.
“Now,” he panted. “Get your dick in me right now.”
“Not yet.” I kissed the tip of his cock.
He made a frustrated sound and glared at me.
I smiled at his expression. The angry effect was ruined by his flushed cheeks and bright eyes. “Do you have any supplies?”
Nodding, he shoved my head away from his dick. I sat back as he scrambled off the bed and darted into the closet.
I adjusted myself, chuckling. I was getting close to blue balls territory. Both my dick and balls were heavy with need.
“Got them!” Nick came flying out of the closet and practically dove onto the bed.
I managed to avoid a rogue foot as he lay beneath me.
“Here.” He shoved a small bottle of lube and a condom at me. “Now get your dick in me.”
“Patience,” I said, popping the top of the lube.
“I’ve been patient.” He planted his feet on the bed and angled his hips toward me. “Now fuck me.”
“Not yet.” I dribbled lube on my fingers and rubbed them together to warm them up.
“You’re a tease,” he huffed.
“And you’re impatient.” Leaning over him, I held myself up with one hand and caged him in.
“Your fault for having a magic mouth.”
“Wait until you experience my magic fingers.” I slid my hand between our bodies.
“I’d rather have your magic cock— oh !”
I rubbed his hole again. “Relax, Nicky.”
“I’m not good at relaxing.” He pushed back against my finger. “I’m part of the instant gratification generation. I’m hardwired to not be patient.”
“That might be, but some things are worth waiting for.” I pushed my finger inside him.
“Oh shit.” He clenched and grasped fistfuls of the sheets.
He was tight, tighter than I’d anticipated. I pushed into him again, moving a little deeper, but stopped when his body locked up tight.
I met his eyes. “Am I hurting you?”
“No. I’m just… It’s fine.” He drew in a shaky breath. “Push hard and I’ll open up.”
The way he said it, and the words he used, didn’t sit right with me. Did he mean he wanted me to fight his body’s instincts because he liked it, or because that’s what people always did to him?
Not sure I wanted to know the answer, I moved down his body, then sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. This time, I concentrated on slowly opening him up with my finger as I worked him over.
“Oh god. Holy crap. I’m… Ev.” Nick spread his legs wider and rocked on my finger.
I worked a second one into him and found his spot.
This time I held still as he bucked up his hips and let him fuck my mouth as he fucked himself on my fingers. Every shift of his body and cry of pleasure made my already-hard cock throb with need.
“Shit, Ev. Fuck me now or I’m gonna come like this.” He shoved my head off his dick.
Shaking with both desire and adrenaline, I pulled my fingers free of his ass and sat up.
Nick lay on the bed in a boneless, panting heap as I shucked off my sweats and tossed them aside. He stared hungrily at my cock as I tore the condom package open and rolled it on.
“Why is that so hot?” Nick asked, his voice dreamy and faraway.
“Why is what so hot?” I poured more lube into my hand.
“When a guy tears a condom open with his teeth.”
“You like that?” I slicked up my cock, then rubbed the excess lube against his waiting hole.
“Yeah.” He lifted his legs and held himself open.
I shifted closer. “Ready?”
He nodded.
Notching my tip against his hole, I slowly pushed forward.
He sucked in a hissing breath.
I pulled back.
“It’s fine,” he said quickly. “Just go hard at first. It takes a second for my body to realize I want this.”
Unease moved through me at his words.
I knew some men were into pain, especially during the initial penetration, but I wouldn’t have pegged Nick as one of them.
“I’m not made of glass. A little pain won’t kill me.” He wrenched his knees up higher. “Please, Ev. I need you.”
“You have me.” I lay over him. “But I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I told you it’s fine.”
“No, it’s not. Wrap your legs around my waist.”
He rolled his eyes but did as I said.
“Hold onto me.”
“I’m not some blushing virgin you need to coax through taking a dick,” he huffed.
“I know what you’re doing, but it’s not going to work.”
“What am I doing?”
I notched my tip against his hole again and used my other arm to hold myself up over him. “You’re trying to rush things.”
“I’m not trying to rush things, you’re just taking your sweet-ass time.”
“Look at me.”
He did. His petulant expression should have pissed me off, instead it strengthened my resolve.
“Breathe in. Now hold it.” I nudged against his rim. “Let it out nice and slow.”
This time, when I pushed in, his body gave way and I was able to slide my cockhead inside him.
The tight heat of his body felt incredible, and while my every instinct was screaming at me to fuck him hard, I held back.
“Do it again.”
He breathed in and held it.
“Now let go.”
He did, and I was able to work almost half my length inside him.
This time I rocked my hips, delving the rest of the way inside him in tiny pulses. He moaned when my thighs brushed his ass.
“There you go, that’s all of me.”
He blinked rapidly. His pink lips parted as he drew in quick, shallow breaths.
Leaning down, I kissed him deep and slow as I rolled my hips, gently thrusting inside him.
He clung to me and kissed me back, but I could feel how tense he was. How he couldn’t fully relax.
Reaching behind me, I unhooked his ankles from where they were locked under my ass. Before he could get lost in his head again, I rolled us over so he was on top, not breaking our kiss.
He froze for a moment, then pulled away to sit up.
I waited to see what he would do.
His entire demeanor changed, and his familiar smile-smirk slid into place. He grinned down at me, his smile not matching his eyes, and rolled his hips in a sensual wave. The movement of his tight body on my cock felt incredible, but everything else about the move was wrong.
“Come here.” Gently, I tugged him down so he lay on my chest.
He let me, a wary expression taking over from his earlier confidence.
Lifting my knees, I moved my feet so I could cradle his full ass with my thighs. When he was set, I gripped his ass in both hands and used the globes to rock him over me in short thrusts.
“Oh fuck,” he whispered, his gaze locked on mine.
“Feel good?”
“Yeah.” He pushed back, rocking with me. “Does it feel good for you?”
“So good.”
A real smile lit up his eyes. “You feel really good,” he whispered, then dipped his head and kissed me.
Time ceased to exist as we moved together, kissing like the world was about to end. Everything about the moment was perfect. His strong body over mine, his hungry, drugging kisses. The way he moved with me, not fighting or trying to rush things.
He was finally in the moment with me.
I never wanted it to end.
Nick’s hips moved faster, dragging his cock over my abs. My stomach was wet with precum, and my mouth tingled as I remembered how good he’d tasted, how much I’d enjoyed feeling his length in my mouth.
“Can you come like this?” he asked between kisses.
“Yeah. Are you close?”
“I think so.” He shoved his hand between us.
With a low growl, I batted his hand away and gripped his leaking cock.
This time I lay under him and let Nick move over me, taking what he needed as he fucked himself on my cock. He panted against my mouth, still trying to kiss me but not managing to do more than keep our lips together.
My own orgasm was dangerously close. I had good control and usually had to focus to come, but not tonight.
My thighs tensed as my lower back tingled. I was past the point of no return.
Needing him to come first, I stroked his cock and thrust up into him. He cried out against my lips and clenched around me.
Wrapping my other arm around him, I held him tight, locking him in place as I fucked him hard and deep.
“Yes yes yes yes yes,” he muttered against my neck. “Oh my god. Oh fuck!”
He tensed over me, his inner walls squeezing me tight. His thighs shook, but he didn’t come.
Turning my face, I caught his lips under mine. He cried out against my mouth. His knees tightened around my ribs as he ground down on my dick. Warmth shot between us, soaking my stomach and hand as he came with a strangled scream.
Another low growl tore from my throat as my pleasure crested and my orgasm ripped out of me.
Nick lay on me, panting and moaning as I fucked him through my release. When the waves of pleasure finally subsided, I blinked my eyes open and stared at the ceiling in a daze.
“Hmmmm,” Nick made a happy little sound and nuzzled into my neck.
I held him tight and sank into the afterglow, enjoying his closeness and the little kisses he kept pressing into my skin.
“That was…wow.” He rubbed his nose against my collarbone.
“It was.” I stroked his back.
My cock softened and fell out of him.
Nick tensed in my arms. I let go of him, not wanting to crowd him if he needed space.
“Definitely worth the wait.” He pecked a kiss against my lips, then rolled off me.
“Nick?”
“You’ve definitely got a magic dick.” He scrambled off the bed.
I sat up on my elbows.
“Gotta clean up. brB.” He flashed me a quick smile and darted off toward the bathroom.
What the hell?
I stared after him. This behavior didn’t track with the man who would curl up on my lap and snuggle me after he’d blow me in my car.
Shaking my head, I removed the condom and tied it off. I was just throwing it in the trash when Nick emerged from the bathroom.
“That was fun.” He smiled brightly and picked up his shorts.
“Yes, it was.” I cleared my throat and pulled on my sweats.
“I know I’m going to sleep really good tonight. Speaking of sleep. You should do that. Only one of us needs to get up and adult in the morning, and it’s not me.”
“Nick—”
“Thanks for…” He waved at the bed. “Have a good night.”
I waited a beat to see if he’d say anything more, but he turned his attention to his shirt.
“Goodnight,” I said lamely.
He flashed me a quick grin and tugged his shirt over his head.
Confused and more than a little miffed by the shift in his attitude, I left his room and headed toward mine.
Something was wrong, but I didn’t know how to fix it. Confronting him and demanding answers would only make him shut down. Was it the sex? Or maybe because of what I’d told him about the letters.
Or maybe I was reading too much into things and he wasn’t a cuddly person after sex. Our agreement was to have some consensual fun, and we had. Cuddles and long talks in bed were a relationship thing.
Shaking off my thoughts, I lengthened my strides. I’d had a long day and an even longer week. I needed to get some sleep, then I’d start thinking clearly again.