17. Nick
NICK
Evan’s kiss was soft and sweet mind-numbingly perfect.
His strong hands gripped my ass, squeezing hard as I rocked on his lap and dragged my cock against his.
Evan was an amazing kisser, and it wasn’t just because he was experienced or assertive.
It was how he tailored his kisses to be exactly what I needed.
Maybe we just happened to be on the same wavelength and it was a complete accident, but knowing what I did about him, I would bet he was just that intuitive.
I would also bet he had no idea he was doing it.
At his core, Evan was a protector and provider, and that extended to every aspect of his life. He wanted to take care of people, and he’d let it slip more than once that people had used that against him in the past and he thought it was a weakness.
It wasn’t. It made him the amazing man he was. Yes, he could be grumpy and arrogant and he was obsessed with his work. He was also stubborn and single-minded and ruthless.
But in the time we’d spent together, he’d shown himself to be kind and compassionate and surprisingly sweet.
He just needed people in his life to remind him that he was more than his work or his family.
That it was okay to put himself first and focus on his happiness over the expectations of others.
Vlado did that; so did Emily. I liked to think I helped a bit, but there was no way in heck I could ever give him even a fraction of what he’d given me.
Evan didn’t know this about me, but he was the only intimate partner I’d had who’d given a shit about me or my pleasure. He was the only one who wanted to make me feel good and hadn’t made it all about them.
People loved it when I turned on the sexy and played seducer, but no one ever did the same for me.
No one except Evan.
He dipped his finger between my asscheeks and pressed the tip against my hole.
“More,” I breathed against his lips. “I’m ready.”
“I have to prep you,” he rasped.
“Don’t need it.” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and arched my back to pop my ass the way I knew drove him insane. “This might be round one for you, but it’s round two for me. I had some fun when I got back from our lunch date and I’m still prepped.”
“You did?” He pushed harder.
I rested my forehead against his and bore down. He popped through my outer ring. “Oh yeah.”
“Is that okay?”
“Feels good,” I assured him. “Go deeper.”
He slid in a bit more. My body accepted the invasion with almost no resistance.
“Still feel good?”
“So good.”
“What did you do when you were alone?” He pushed in some more.
“You want to hear all about how I fucked myself with a toy while pretending it was your cock?”
He groaned and drove his finger all the way inside me. “Tell me.”
“Give me two and I will.”
He worked another finger in and deliberately rubbed my spot. Hot pulses of pleasure danced over my skin as nerves deep in my body crackled to life.
“Goddamn,” I groaned and clenched around him.
“Tell me.”
“I was really horny when I got home.” I rocked on his fingers, forcing him to keep teasing my spot. “All I could think about was how much I loved going down on you in your office. How much I wanted your cock in me.”
Warm breaths fanned over my cheek as he snagged my hip to hold me still.
“I was going to jerk it to take the edge off until you came home, but it wasn’t enough.”
“More”—his voice was shredded—“tell me more.” He sped up his fingers, pumping them in and out of me.
“I was in your shower.” I ground down on his touch, trying to get more of that delicious pressure on my prostate. “It smelled like you, and it reminded me of all the times we messed around in there. It wasn’t enough.”
Reaching back, I shackled his wrist and pulled his fingers out of me. “Get yourself ready.”
With a shuddering breath, Evan thumbed out a condom and a packet of lube from his wallet. I took it when he was done and tossed it on the floor.
He met my gaze and slowly lifted the condom wrapper to his mouth.
Another pulse of need throbbed deep in my balls as he tore open the wrapper.
“Do you remember that toy you got me? The one with the suction cup so I could get double-teamed even though it was just us?”
He nodded, his eyes dark with lust.
“I used that. I stuck it to the wall of the shower and fucked myself on it. The whole time I was picturing you, thinking about how good you feel, how you always make me come so hard.”
He groaned and reached between us.
I shifted back so he could pull his dick out.
“It felt so good, but it wasn’t the same. I missed being able to feel you, kiss you. See the way you look at me.”
“And how do I look at you?” he asked in that sexy rasp that made my belly swoop.
“Like I’m precious,” I whispered.
“You are.” Tilting his head, he pecked a kiss against my lips. “You’re so precious, Nicky.”
“I like that you call me that.” I closed my eyes against the onslaught of emotions welling up in me. “I feel safe with you.”
“Open your eyes.”
I did.
“I feel safe with you too. I didn’t expect you. I didn’t expect any of this.”
“Me neither.” I chuckled, but it was forced. “I figured you’d be an uptight fuddy-duddy who didn’t know how to relax or laugh or have fun. I thought the best part of our arrangement would be the free clothes and going to fancy parties and seeing how the other half lives.”
“What’s the best part?”
“Getting to know you. Getting the chance to be part of your life, even if it’s only for a few months.”
“That’s the best part for me too. I went into this thinking it would be a simple ruse.
I figured we’d be amicable and I’d hoped we could maybe have fun or become surface friends, but you’re…
You could never be surface anything. You’re the main character.
” He winked and rolled the condom down his length.
“Did I use that right? Is that how you kids would say it?”
“Close enough.” I watched his strong hands as he ripped open the lube packet.
“What did you think about in the shower?” he asked.
I blinked a few times, trying to circle back to what we’d been talking about before the confession dump.
“I was thinking about the Walcott’s party.”
He chuckled and slicked up the condom. “I can honestly say I’ve never done that before.”
“Me neither. But it was so freaking hot. I think we need to do that again at the next party.”
“I think you may be right.” He ran slick fingers over my hole.
Evan and I had started our “trouble in paradise” portion of the agreement and had started having stupid arguments in front of others so our big breakup wouldn’t come as a shock.
At one of the parties we’d gone to last week, I’d been bored out of my tree and had decided to storm away after our “fight” to add some extra drama to things.
Evan had followed me, but instead of continuing the fight or apologizing for the sake of the people around us, he’d dragged me into an empty room and fucked me against the door while other partygoers milled about in the hallway.
We’d called it our fight and fuck plan, and I’d learned that I had more than just a performance kink. I was a full-on exhibitionist.
“Are you sure you’re prepped?” He slipped a slick finger inside me.
“Mmhmm.” I gripped his cock by the base and lifted myself over him.
The position was awkward since my legs were over the arms of the chair and I didn’t have any leverage except for Evan’s shoulders, but he slid his hands under my ass and helped me get situated.
“I want you to look at me while you take me.” His dark eyes were molten with lust. “Can you do that?”
I nodded, eager to not only please him, but to be good for him.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“So ready.” I notched his cockhead against my hole and slowly sank down.
The sensation of him splitting me open was so hot, but I hadn’t been as ready as I thought, and a slice of pain shot through me.
“It’s okay.” He tightened his grip and held me still. “You’re okay. Just take a second and get used to it.”
Nodding, I gulped in a breath and held it.
“There you go,” he purred. “Now, let go.”
I did, blowing out my breath at the same time he lowered me down until he was fully seated in me.
“God, Nick. You feel so good.” He held my hips. “Can you stay like this?”
“Uh-huh.” The pain was gone, but the burn from being stretched lingered. I clenched around him a few times. We both moaned when my body finally relaxed around him.
I tried to rock my hips, but he held me still.
“Ev?”
“Just stay like this if you can.” His breathing was already shallow and rough. “Just feel me. Let me feel you.”
“Okay,” I whispered, unable to look away from his hot stare. “You’re doing it again.”
“Doing what?”
“Looking at me like I’m precious.”
“You are. Everything about you is precious and perfect, Nicky.”
The fullness in my ass shifted to a strange sort of pleasure. I was full, almost too full, but it didn’t hurt.
“Stay just like this. Feel me. Let me feel you.”
The pressure inside me built, as did the need to move.
“Ev,” I gasped. “It’s too much.”
He rocked his hips and gave me a few shallow thrusts, then stopped.
“Ev,” I whined.
“I know, darling.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “Do you trust me?”
I nodded, even as my heart fluttered from the endearment.
“Just a little bit longer.”
“Does it feel good?” I asked, trying distract myself from the way my walls kept instinctively squeezing around him.
“So good.” He shifted again, pushing deeper but not pulling out. “One of these days I’m going to have you sit on my cock and hold me inside you.”
“I mean, I’m pretty much doing that right now.”
“Mmm. Yes, you are. But next time we’ll stay like this until we’re both desperate with need. Until we can’t take it anymore and we come.”
“That sounds really hot. We should do that now.”
He laughed. “I would, but after watching you dance, I don’t think I can hold out long enough for that to happen tonight.”
“Boo.” I rocked over him. “Guess you’ll just have to fuck my brains out.”
“Patience.” He stopped me by gripping my hips tighter.