17. Nick #2
“Don’t wanna be patient. Wanna come all over you and mess up your fancy suit. I thought about that while I was in the shower. About how hot it would be if you walked around all day with my cum on you, hidden under your jacket, like a secret that’s just for us.”
He groaned and tensed under me.
I clenched around him.
“Like my new garter. I love the idea that no one but us will know I’m wearing your brand. So hot.” I clenched it again, desperate for more pressure on my overly sensitive prostate.
“Brat.”
“What?” I asked coyly.
“You’re trying to make me lose control.”
“Maybe. Is it working?” Now I clenched as hard as I could, holding it until the pressure was too much and my body let go.
“Fuck,” he grunted and shifted his hands so he was cupping my ass. He circled his hips, slow and shallow, but that somehow made it even better, more intense than when he took me hard and fast.
“Yes,” I closed my eyes with a sigh.
“Look at me. There you go. Let me see you. Let me see it all.”
I gulped. Don’t let him see what I’m feeling. Please don’t let him see how much I love him.
The realization that I’d fallen in love with Evan hit out of nowhere, stealing my breath and nearly my consciousness as my brain short-circuited.
“Breathe, Nicky.” Evan moved me faster over him. “I’ve got you.”
I nodded, gasping in gulping breaths as the emotional onslaught and building pleasure battled it out inside me.
“Do you want to come?” he asked in a broken, rumbly voice.
“Yeah. Need to.”
“Kiss me.”
I did, slanting my lips over his as I kissed him with everything I had. I could never tell him how I felt, and I’d have to find a way to get over this before we parted ways, but I could show him.
I could let him know how much he meant to me, how important he’d become. I could give him some of what he gave me every time we were together.
Evan’s big hands clutched my ass as he thrust up into me. Every glide of his dick dragged his cockhead over my prostate, towing me closer and closer to my orgasm.
“Do you need my hand?” he asked against my kiss.
I shook my head, still kissing him like my life depended on it.
He moaned against my lips and moved faster, lifting me, then dropping me down on his cock in quick, sharp thrusts.
His body went taut, his cock pulsed. He tried to stop kissing me, but I kept our mouths fused together. Evan never came first, and I wanted his orgasm more than I wanted my own.
Finally he came with a low cry, squeezing my ass so hard I was sure he was going to leave marks. Warmth filled me as he emptied into the condom.
That triggered my own release, and I came only seconds after him, shooting all over his fancy dress shirt just like I’d wanted to.
Evan wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight, breathing hard as I gave into the pleasure and let go.
When I opened my eyes, Evan was staring at me with a strange look on his face.
“What?” Self-doubt cleaved me. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, you were perfect.” He leaned in to give me a soft kiss. “You just… It’s nothing.”
“You sure?”
“I promise.” He brushed a lock of hair back from my forehead. “I’d say round one was a success.”
I laughed as euphoria washed over me. “You can say that again.”
“I’d say round one was a success.”
I rolled my eyes at his proud grin. “Cheeky. Can I ask you something?”
He nodded.
“I noticed that you seem to…”
“Seem to what?”
“Seem to like kissing while you come.”
“You noticed that, huh?”
“Yeah. It’s not a bad thing,” I added quickly. “In fact, I’m a big fan because I love kissing you.”
“Kissing is the only thing that can make me lose control,” he said softly.
“Does it make you lose control? Or does kissing someone makes it easier for you to come?”
He sighed. “You really do have my number.”
“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
“It’s nothing dramatic. Control is something I’ve always been good at. Controlling my voice, my expressions, my emotions. It was the only way to survive my childhood.” He rubbed my ass, his eyes thoughtful and a little faraway.
“That control has spilled over into every aspect of my life, and that includes my sex life. I learned to separate sex from intimacy to protect myself from manipulation, and that’s given me an edge when it comes to how I can perform. But all that control shatters when I kiss someone.”
I gently stroked his cheek, playing with his stubble the way I knew he liked.
“For me, kissing is intimate,” he continued. “I can only enjoy it with someone I trust and am comfortable with, and those people have been few and far between.”
“You kissed me that first night. Before you let me suck you off.”
“I did. Partly because I didn’t want our first kiss to be a public affair and to happen while we were playing our parts, but also because I wanted to have that connection before anything physical happened between us.
I didn’t want things to be impersonal with you.
I didn’t understand why at the time, but my gut has never let me down. I’m glad I listened to it.”
“I’m glad you did too.” I gnawed at my lip.
“What?”
“Nothing. It’s my turn to listen and not take over the conversation.”
“If you have something to say, I want to hear it.”
“I just… Did you know I was acting that night in the car? I wanted to blow you,” I said quickly. “And I really wanted to kiss you, but I was being who I thought you wanted me to be. The person everyone wants me to be.”
“I knew. You played the part beautifully, but I could see that wasn’t who you are, or what you wanted.”
“I’ve only had one relationship.” I looked away, my eyes burning.
“And we were sixteen and stupid. She got tired of me after about six months. But no one else has wanted me like that. I’m the guy they mess around with while they look for their forever person.
The guy they take home for a night then ignore.
The fun-time guy who’s only good for sex, and only if I do the work. ”
“I’m sorry, Nicky. I guessed something like that had happened based on some of the things you’ve said, but I didn’t know it was that bad.”
“For a long time I thought there was something wrong with me. I thought I was broken and a freak. That no one would ever want all of me and I was only good for sex.”
“You’re not broken.” He kissed my lips. “You’re perfect, and I’m so grateful I’ve gotten a chance to know you. You deserve the world, Nicky.”
His cock finally softened enough it fell out of me. I frowned at the loss.
“How about we take a shower and I’ll put some of your ballsack serum on you? I need my cum clouds next time you fuck my face.”
Evan laughed, but his eyes told me he knew I was trying to change the subject.
I was too raw and vulnerable to hear him say all these nice things about me right now. It made me want things I couldn’t have.
It made me want all of him the way he had all of me.
“How about I give you a facial?” He pinned me with a look when I giggled. “Not that kind of facial.”
“I mean, both is always an option.”
This time his laugh was genuine. “I may need a little extra time to recover after that last round.”
“Thirty really does hit like a ton of bricks, doesn’t it? Soon you’ll be eating dinner at four in the afternoon and yelling at kids to get off your lawn.”
“Brat.”
“Eeek!” I clung to him as he stood, bringing me with him. “How are you so strong?”
“Powerlifter, remember? And like I said, you’re not heavy.”
I laid my head on his shoulder and slung my legs around his waist as he carried me out of the gym.
“Tell me more about all the pampering I’m about to get.”
“Well, after your facial, I was thinking a nice steam would help you relax and prepare you for a full-body massage.”
“That sounds like heaven,” I murmured. “But you don’t actually have to do any of that. A snack and some cuddles is enough.”
“Maybe so, but I want to pamper you. Will you let me?”
“Yes. As long as I get to pamper you too. I feel like that doesn’t happen nearly enough in your life.”
He didn’t answer, but his arms tightened around me like steel bands and nearly forced the air from my lungs.
I relaxed against him and let him carry me to his room, already daydreaming about sharing some self-care with the man I loved.