Chapter Thirteen
Roman
Nico is small but firm beneath me, his body solid and perfect against mine, like we were made to fit together.
His whimpers are soft and sweet as I kiss him, his cock hard. I want so much more from him, but I’m going at his pace. I don’t want to rush this. I want him to call the shots. I’ll do whatever he wants, even if that’s nothing. If he told me to stop right this second, I would. Whatever he wants.
“Roman,” he moans when I move my mouth to his neck, kissing and licking carefully. I don’t want to leave a mark, but I want to hear him moan for me again. “Roman, please…”
“Tell me what you want, Nico.”
“You,” he breathes out. “Fuck me. Please.”
I smile against his neck, pressing a soft kiss before looking him in the eye. “You sure?”
He runs his fingers down my chest and over my stomach, his gaze following before flicking back up to me. “Absolutely.”
I kiss him again, softly. “You have too many clothes on.”
“So change that.”
I have to contain myself, because I’d rather rip his clothes off than carefully pull them off, but he needs these, so I can’t. He sits up, and I take his sweatshirt and shirt off, tossing them away before bringing my mouth back to his neck, kissing my way across his chest.
Nico might be small, and slightly feminine, but he’s toned and lightly defined in all the right places. Definitely has an athlete’s body and is exactly what I’m attracted to in a man.
I kiss my way down his stomach, along his slightly formed abs, hooking my fingers into his waistband and pulling them down. He shimmies them off, his dick springing free—perfectly in ratio with his body.
His pants get tossed away like the rest of his clothes.
I kiss his hip bone, dragging my tongue along his skin to do the same on the other side.
He moans, his hips pressing upwards, wanting more.
Nico’s fingers dig into my arms, his breathing loud in the room.
I kiss the tip of his cock before taking it into my mouth.
“Roman,” he moans, his hand going to my hair and tugging lightly. I bob up and down on his dick just a few times before releasing him and getting to my feet to take my own pants off.
Nico’s gaze goes right to my dick when it’s free.
“You’re huge,” he comments—and for the first time since I’ve known him, he sounds a little nervous.
“You want to fuck me instead?” I ask, stepping out of my pants.
His gaze flicks to mine. “You’re serious?”
“Yes.”
His lips part as his gaze goes back to my dick. He licks his lips. “Thank you for the offer, but I prefer to be fucked.”
“Fine by me.” I move to lay over him again, but he stops me with a hand to my chest.
“It’s my turn.” He applies pressure until I’m sitting up.
“Lie down.” He gestures to the head of the bed as he stands, and I lie in the middle.
He settles between my legs, his fair skin a contrast to my naturally tan skin.
He has hair on his body too, but not a lot, and what’s there is light and hardly visible, unlike mine that’s coarse and dark and everywhere.
His hand wraps around my cock, making me throb.
“I’ve only done this a few times, but I promise I’m good at it,” he says, leaning close.
“I believe you.” I strain to get the words out before his mouth is on me, licking and sucking in an almost playful way—very Nico.
I grab the blankets, fisting them hard, afraid that if I grab him I’ll hurt him.
“Wait, wait…” I say. He moans as he lifts off, looking at me with a smirk and raising a brow. “Get the lube and condoms from my pants pocket.”
“I want to suck your cock more.”
“Fuck,” I groan, scrubbing a hand down my face. “You can, but I have an idea.”
He holds my gaze for just a second before getting up and doing as I asked. He offers me the condom and lube, which I put on the bed beside me.
“Bring your ass up here so I can prep you while you suck me.”
“Oh, I like the way you think, hockey man.”
He straddles my chest. I run my hands up his thighs, over his bubbly, firm ass, and then drag a finger down his sac.
He moans as he takes me into his mouth, and I stare at his pretty little hole.
I find the lube packet blindly, tearing it open and smearing it on my fingers before rubbing it against him.
I slide a finger in, pressing down on his prostate immediately because I want to see his reaction—and it’s perfect.
He moans, long and low, his body tensing, back arching.
I fuck him slowly with my finger before adding a second. I know when it feels good because he falters on sucking my cock, which he is really good at. I didn’t doubt for a second he wouldn’t be. He’s good at everything he does. I’m sure of it.
I scissor my fingers, stretching him for me, and adding a third when he’s ready. He’s panting and moaning and pleading for more. I give it to him until I can’t take it anymore.
I tap his hip, applying pressure so he’ll get off. He sucks harder on my dick, showing me he doesn’t want to stop, but I want to be inside him.
“How do you want to do this?” I ask as I sit up.
“I want to see your face,” he breathes out, his lips slightly swollen and pinker than usual.
We switch positions, with him lying on his back and me over him.
I roll on the condom, add more lube, and press the head of my dick to his ass.
I urge forward slowly, his nails digging into my forearms and his eyes boring into mine.
His lips part, pleasure flooding his face as I slowly make my way inside him, inch by inch.
He’s so tight, so perfect around me, and we both breathe out a sigh of relief when I’m all the way in.
“You feel amazing,” he says, clenching around my dick, making me moan.
“So do you,” I say, leaning forward to kiss him.
I start to move, slowly in and out, until I’m only teasing myself, and I need to move faster.
He holds on to me, his arms around my neck, as I fuck him rougher than I thought I wanted to.
“Roman, yes…” he breathes out. “I’m going to come. Faster.”
I do as he says, picking up the pace as the orgasm takes me over the edge the moment I feel his cum on my stomach. He moans long and loud, riding out his orgasm as I find my pleasure, too.
We’re both panting, sweaty, and holding on to each other like we may fly away if we don’t.
His cum is between us, gluing us together, but I wouldn’t want to pull away, anyway.
I kiss his neck, all the way up to his lips where we share a long and sweet kiss that feels like it means way more than a one-night stand but shouldn’t.
“That was so much better than I imagined,” he says.
“You thought about it?” I ask.
“Obviously.” He rolls his eyes. “Didn’t you?”
“Maybe…”
He laughs, shaking his head. “Can I shower?”
“Of course.”
I kiss him again, then pull out and get to my feet. He heads to the bathroom while I dispose of the condom, wipe up, and organize our clothes. He’s quick, and I head in after him, just to wash the sweat and cum off of myself.
He’s lying in my bed when I get back, ankles crossed, arms behind his head. Naked and beautiful.
“You can stay if you want,” I say, though I don’t know why. Maybe that’s more serious than he wants to be, but we both know this won’t last forever. It’s not like we could go too far.
“You won’t mind sharing this tiny bed with me?” he asks with a smile.
“Not as long as you don’t mind cuddling.”
He grins. “Cuddling with you sounds amazing.”
I make sure my alarm is set before plugging my phone in and crawling into bed. I turn on my side, pulling him to me. We take up the entire bed together, but he doesn’t seem to mind that I’m tangled around him like a koala on a tree. We stay like that all night, until my alarm goes off to wake us.
And for the first time, there’s a pang of sadness in my chest, because I know this isn’t going to last. And I don’t like that thought.