14. Evan
EVAN
“Prove it.”
The challenge in Nick’s eyes was nearly as arousing as his hard cock pressing into my stomach.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” I rasped, my self-control hanging on by a thread.
I’d been hard for him since I’d looked up from my workout to find him glaring at me from across the gym. Our conversation helped me tamp down my desire, but he had no idea what kind of fire he was playing with.
“Only if you think you can handle me.” He grinned impishly. “Can you handle me?”
“I can handle you.”
“I don’t know. I think you’re— eek!”
He glared up at me as he bounced on my mattress. “You’re really not helping me stay in character by making me squeal.”
“I thought you wanted me to make you squeal?” Shoving his knees apart, I fit my body between his legs and lowered onto him. “Or would you prefer I make you scream?”
“Either or. Potato, potahtoe.” He looked up at me with wide eyes, his cheeks flushed and his chest fluttering as he breathed fast and shallow.
“Tell me what you want, Nicky.” I hitched his leg up around my hip and stroked my fingertips over the generous swell of his ass. “And be sure what you ask for is what you truly want.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“I gathered that much.” I gripped his asscheek and squeezed hard, using my weight to press him into the bed. “How do you want me to fuck you?”
“Like a whore.”
“A metaphorical one?”
He nodded flirtatiously, blue eyes sparkling with both mischief and lust.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“I’m sure.” He dragged his tongue over his bottom lip. “Are you sure you can deliver?”
“I can deliver.” I dropped my chest down so it landed on his and our faces were only inches apart. His hot breath ghosted over my cheek, and his lips parted invitingly.
His gasp made my balls tighten and my cock throb.
“Are you sure? I’ve been holding back for a reason—”
“Blah blah blah.” He bumped his hips up and ground his cock against mine. “You’re doing an awful lot of talking for someone who’s supposed to be giving me the dicking of a lifetime.”
The edges of my vision went hazy as Nick grinned up at me. His rosy cheeks, plump lips, and perfect bone structure were all I could see as a low roar filled my ears and adrenaline poured into my veins, moving through me like liquid fire.
“Come on, Ev.” He scratched his nails down my back hard enough to sting. “Don’t you want to stick your big dick in my tight little hole and rail me until I scream?”
My chest shuddered as I let out a shaky breath.
He raked his hand through my hair and yanked hard, forcing my head to snap back. “I bet I can make you come first.”
I huffed out a low chuckle. “You’re good, but you’re not that good.”
He let go of my hair as his eyes narrowed adorably.
I dropped a quick kiss on the tip of his nose, knowing it would piss him off even more. His glare intensified.
“Not only am I going to make you come first, I’m going to make you come twice.”
He let out a little snort-laugh. “Yeah, not happening. I’ve never managed two Os back-to-back, not even when I’m going solo.”
“We’ll see.” Shifting to the side, I flipped him onto his stomach.
“Oh shit.”
“Don’t. Move.”
Getting up on my knees, I quickly stripped off his clothes and shoes. He let me, moving with me to make it easier. When he was naked, I shoved his legs apart and lay between them.
“Wait.” He peered over his shoulder at me, his face bright pink.
I paused, my hands on his full ass. Was he blushing?
“Are you… You want to…”
“If you’re asking if I want to eat you out, the answer is yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“You don’t like it?”
“I… No?”
I let go of his ass so I could focus on the conversation and not on how close to losing control I was. “No?”
“It’s weird,” he blurted out. “Isn’t it?”
“Not to me.” I stroked his soft skin. “I enjoy doing it.”
“I… I don’t know.” He bit his lip, then dropped his forehead onto the bed. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“The question isn’t whether I want to, it’s if you want me to.” I pressed a kiss against his upper thigh. “Do you want me to?”
“I… Yes?”
Gliding my hands over his supple skin, I gently pulled his cheeks apart.
He tensed and squeezed them tight.
“Sorry,” he mumbled into the comforter.
“Nicky, look at me.”
“You’re not supposed to be nice right now.” He lifted his head and met my eyes. “You’re supposed to be making me scream.”
“I will.” I gently massaged his strong asscheeks. “But not until you tell me what’s going on.”
I’d tried to get my mouth on his ass multiple times, but it obviously made him uncomfortable so I hadn’t pushed things.
“I just… This guy I used to hook up with was the first, and only guy, who would. I asked him to…you know…and he eventually did.”
Hearing about his former hookup sent little currents of jealousy through me.
“Did you know your eyes go super dark when you’re jealous?”
“I did not.”
“Now you do.”
“Nicky.”
“Ugh. Fine. He did it and it felt really good. But after, he said…”
“What did he say?”
“He said I owed him because it was gross and I was a freak for liking it.”
I drew in a breath, taking a moment to calm the storm of anger that barreled through me. Now Nick’s rule about not being judged for what he enjoyed in bed made sense.
“How old was this ex?”
“He wasn’t an ex. I’ve only had one ex and she was a she.”
“How old was this former hookup?”
“Twenty-three. Why?”
“Because only someone who is incredibly immature and selfish would ever say that to their partner.”
“Is it gross?” he asked timidly. “Do you actually like it? Or do you just say that?”
Unable to have this conversation while my face was inches from his ass, I got up on my hands and knees. “Flip over.”
“Why?” He flopped onto his back.
“Because I want you to look at me while I tongue that pretty hole of yours. I want you to see how much I enjoy it. How hot you get me.”
“But you haven’t even done it yet. How do you know you’ll like it?”
“Because it’s you.” I motioned to my dick, which was still rock hard despite the break in the action. “Just being near you is enough to make me lose control. I’ll enjoy it because I’m sharing it with you.”
“There you go with that being nice stuff again.” He swallowed hard.
“This isn’t me being nice.” I lay between his spread legs. “It’s me telling the truth. Nothing more. Now, if you want to experience how a man and not an immature boy pleases his partner, lift your legs and prop a pillow behind your head so you can see everything.”
Warily, Nick tugged a pillow down and put it under his head. He hesitated, then raised his legs and held his knees up next to his armpits.
His cock lay against his stomach, half hard and flushed and mouthwateringly inviting. I loved going down on him. His reactions were so pure, so real. He didn’t hold back, and he genuinely seemed shocked that I wanted to every time I put my mouth on him.
I knew there had to be more to the situation, and it was obvious he had some trauma associated with receiving pleasure.
But now wasn’t the time to try to fix things.
Now it was time to blow his mind and make him writhe on my tongue so he forgot about every asshole who disappointed him or hadn’t given him the positive attention he deserved.
“Relax, Nick.” I parted him with my hands. He didn’t clench, but he was tense and distracted. “I promise I want to do this. I can’t think of anything sexier than teasing you with my tongue before I get my cock in you.”
“Okay,” he whispered. “If you’re sure.”
Rather than answer him, I bent my head and dragged my tongue over his fluttering hole.
“Ngh,” he moaned, but the sound was muted, like he was trying to hold back.
I did it again, then again. Nick’s legs shook and his chest heaved. I stabbed the tip of my tongue inside him.
Nick’s cry was loud and surprised as he clenched around my tongue.
Wanting more of those cries, I thrust as deep inside him as I could, fucking him with my tongue, and shackled his leaking cock in one hand.
“Oh fuck. Ev, that’s… Holy fuck !”
Focusing on my pace and not on how he was writhing for me and how much I wanted to see him do the same on my dick, I made sure to keep him right on the edge of orgasm, giving him just enough to get close, but not tip over and come.
Wanting to see if he was enjoying this as much as I was, I glanced up, my tongue deep in his ass.
Nick was staring down at me with a hand clamped over his mouth and the other holding up one leg.
“Don’t hide yourself. Not from me,” I growled. “Let me hear it.”
Tentatively, he pulled his hand from his mouth.
I attacked his ass with the single-minded focus that served me well in my work, stabbing and licking and sucking on his hole. Nick’s cries spurred me on, and the louder they grew, the closer I got.
When he was a whimpering, blubbering mess, I pulled my face out of his ass. “Flip over.”
He did, nearly kicking me in the face in his haste to get on his hands and knees.
“Don’t move.”
He hung his head and stayed still as I climbed off the bed.
“Beautiful.” I stroked one hand down his back.
He stiffened.
“And you’ll be even more beautiful when I’m splitting you open with my dick.”
He relaxed.
Interesting.
I’d noticed how Nick struggled to accept compliments or tenderness when it came to sex. If he didn’t brush them off, he either tried to rile me up so I’d change my tactics, or he switched to his sensual persona and tried to take over.
Not wanting to make him, or myself, wait, I went to my bedside table and tugged open the drawer. “Shit.”
“What?”
“I don’t have a condom.” I grabbed my bottle of lube and threw the drawer closed.
“How can you not have condoms?”
“Because I don’t bring men here. I have some in the spare bathroom. I’ll just—”
“My pants. In my wallet.”
I retrieved the condom from his wallet and positioned myself behind him.
“Remember what you promised.” He arched his back. “No more Mr. Nice Guy. I want Mr. I’m Gonna Rearrange Your Guts to come out and play.”
“As you wish.”