Chapter 13 Nathan #3
I come, shuddering and cursing like a sailor. Evan doesn’t stop until I’m milked dry. He turns and spits into the pool, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm.
“Now your dickhead stepdad has your cum in his pool.”
“Holy shit.”
He laughs.
“You’re crazy.”
He swims backward. I want to join him, but I’m boneless. I don’t even know if I could stand right now. Getting back in the pool is the worst idea.
I manage to push myself up enough to stand. “Let’s go to my room.”
Evan’s erection is visible under the water, and I want to take care of that. Take care of him the way he took care of me.
I wring my underwear out in the pool, Evan’s suggestion I leave it there for Bryce to find a step too far. He grins at me like he wants to call me a choir boy or something equally angelic, but he refrains.
I don’t bother telling him the pool will clean itself by the time Bryce comes back from the Bahamas. Just the thought of getting one over on him after what I’ve learned recently is enough to warm me a little.
My underwear’s too wet to put back on, so I climb the stairs completely naked. Evan’s behind me, and the thought of him watching my ass makes my skin prickle and my cock twitch.
“This is my room,” I say, stepping into the nondescript bedroom.
Cream walls, a double bed with crisp, white bedsheets under the window with cream-colored curtains.
Matching nightstands I filled with condoms and lube in anticipation of Evan’s visit.
Some textbooks on the desk. A few novels and old comic books on the bookshelf.
“Where’s all your dorky posters?” Evan asks.
“What dorky posters?”
“Those ones you used to have when we were kids?”
“I’m a little old for Pokémon, don’t you think?”
He laughs, crossing the room until he’s standing right in front of me.
“So what’s the grown up version of dorky posters? The periodic table? Einstein quotes?”
“That’s all at my room at the frat house.”
“Ah, yeah, shit, I forgot about that for a second.”
My face heats up.
“You think it’s lame.”
“What?”
“Me being in a frat—me being a ‘frat boy’?”
His lips quirk up. “I dunno, I guess it could be kinda hot.”
My heart sinks. I don’t want it to be hot. I want Evan to like me. To see me.
“What’s up?” he asks.
“Nothing.”
He tilts my face up gently to look at him. “I’m sorry, okay? I was being a dick.”
I shake my head. “It doesn’t matter.”
I take his hand before kissing him, then dropping to my knees. I catch the slightest gasp from Evan and it gives me so much satisfaction to know he wants this.
Hooking my thumbs into the waistband, I tug his underwear down, inch by agonizing inch. When I glance at Evan, he’s watching me. His lips slightly parted, eyes hooded.
His cock springs free and before I can overthink it, I lick the underside of the tip.
Relishing his taste. Lapping up the pre-cum beading on his head.
He groans, burying his hand in my hair. I take these little encouragements to heart and wrap my lips around his head, before burying his cock as far back as it will go.
Evan sucks in a breath through his teeth. “Fuck, Nate, that’s good.”
I moan around him and he groans again.
I’m getting hard. I didn’t realize how much I’d like this. How fucking good it would feel sucking Evan’s cock. His weight and taste and the musky smell of his skin so close.
“Fuck, that’s it.” He runs his hand through my hair, grasping at the back.
I moan around him while I stroke myself, feeling so out of control I’m dizzy.
When Evan pulls his dick out of my mouth, I look up at him, feeling drunk.
“Get on the bed,” he says, his voice raspy.
I do as I’m told, surprised when my legs actually move how I want them to.
Evan moves toward me and I take in every inch of his body. The definition of his abs and the veins in his biceps and forearms. The St. Christopher sitting between his collarbones and the freckles dotted over his shoulders.
My heart catches, feeling like it jumped into my throat. The boy I’ve loved my whole life is standing right in front of me, except, he’s a man now. And he wants me.
Evan guides me back onto the mattress and lies down beside me, top and tail like how we used to sleep when I’d stay over at his house.
He starts planting little kisses on my thighs before brushing his lips along my cock.
It’s still a little sensitive, but I let him do it.
His brushes turning to licks until he’s wrapping his lips around it and sucking.
His cock is rock hard between us. I guide him by the hips until I can comfortably wrap my lips around him and suck him back as far as I can take it.
“That okay, Nate?” he asks, pulling out. I look down and nod. “Sure?”
“Yes.”
He guides his cock back between into my lips, rubbing the head across my mouth first in a way that makes my cock jump.
“That’s it,” he says and I moan around him again. “Fuck, Nate, that’s it.”
His praise makes my head swim. I love it. I want more. I move my head with his thrusts, forcing him back into my throat, resisting the urge to gag. His breath hitches and his hand tightens on my ass as he guides my cock back between his lips.
Saliva pools and drips down the sides of my mouth, but I don’t care. Evan’s cock is dripping with my spit and the pre-cum I manage to lick up and smear down his shaft before he thrusts deeper each time.
I whimper around him and he pulls out.
“Okay?”
I nod. My eyes are watering, tears dripping down my face.
He sits up and kneels in front of me. “Sure?”
He grabs my face in his hands and kisses me spit, pre-cum, and all.
“Yeah.” I manage to get a hold of myself and wipe my face with the back of my arm. “Put your cock back in my mouth, I wanna make you come.”
He groans, planting kisses on my neck and cheeks.
“I’d rather come while you fuck me, like last time.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Did you like it?”
I nod.
I gasp at Evan’s hand on my cock, his thumb teasing over the head. “I’ve got condoms, but they’re in my pants downstairs,” he says
“Don’t worry, I’ve got condoms and lube in the drawer.”
“Good.”
He moves to the top of the bed on his knees, facing the headboard.
I slide in behind him, but this isn’t how I want to fuck him, not this time.
I kiss the back of his neck, tracing the shape of the freckles lining the backs of his shoulders.
“I love these,” I say, my voice hoarse.
“What?”
“Freckles.”
He snorts. “I hate ‘em.”
“Why? They’re so hot.”
He hums like he disagrees but he won’t bother arguing. I take my time tracing his hips with my fingers, ghosting my hands over his shoulder blades, his spine, those dents in his lower back, pressing my thumbs into them, seeing how well they fit.
Evan groans. “Fuck, Nate, do it already.”
“Patience. Let me enjoy you. I’ve waited a long time for this.”
He goes completely still and I keep running my hands over his beautiful skin.
Noting the tan lines where his shorts usually sit.
He must walk around without a shirt on when he’s on the beach, because he doesn’t have any tan lines where a shirt or vest would be.
I stroke his pale ass cheeks, watch him shiver as I get closer to his crack.
He opens his legs wider and grips the headboard.
Pressing my lips to his shoulder, I sigh, closing my eyes before nipping his skin, letting my tongue trace a cluster of freckles, tasting the saltiness of his sweat and chlorine from the pool.
“I want you,” I whisper. “So bad.”
“Fuck, Nate, you’re gonna kill me with this shit.”
I don’t even think about what he might mean by that. Instead, I open the drawer and take out the box of condoms and the new tube of lube and throw them on the bed. Evan looks at them as I stroke the inside of his thigh. His cock is leaking, pre-cum dripping down his shaft.
When my fingertips finally graze his balls, he gasps. I start massaging them and he grinds his ass back against my cock. I know he can feel it. How turned on I am for him. I want him to know how much I want him. Need him.
We grind as I slide my hand up and down his length.
Silent. Our breath and the friction of skin are the only sounds in the room.
I don’t even need to be inside him, I could come just like this.
But he’s pushing back with more insistence, so I pop the cap on the lube and slide my fingers into his crack and he hisses.
My finger finds his hole and I rub circles around him until he lets me in with a groan.
I clamp my mouth down on his shoulder and suck as I massage him with my fingertips, hooking my fingers until his legs start to shake.
With two fingers buried deep inside him, he says, “Now, fuck. Nate, do it.”
“You open the condom, please.”
He tears into the box and rips the condom packet open with his teeth before passing it back to me.
I wish I could just sink into him with my bare skin, but I wouldn’t do that. Even if I’m half mad in the moment and would do anything Evan asked, I want to protect him.
I slick myself up with the lube before pressing against his hole. Evan groans and lets his head fall forward, but I pause.
“What the fuck, Nate? Just do it.”
“Turn around.”
“What?”
“Please, Ev. I need to see your face while I do this.”
He turns, his pupils blown wide and a flush crawling from his chest up his neck and face.
Fuck, I’m so glad I made him turn around.
I ignore the faded bruise under his eye, grabbing his face and kissing him hard, savoring the shape of his lips and the way he tastes.
He pulls away, scooting down onto his back and wrapping his legs around me.
“Like this?”
“Yeah.”
“Come on, then.”
His St. Christopher sticks to his chest with sweat as I spread his legs and watch his lids droop. He bites his lip when I start to sink into him. I sink half way in and stroke his cock as I go deeper. His eyelids flutter and he moans when I bottom out.
“Fuck you, Nate.”
I catch his lips on a smile before starting to move.
I look down at him while I thrust, slow and deep.
“I never thought it’d be like this,” I say.
“Like what?”
“I thought you’d have me bent over a desk or something.”
His gaze shoots to the desk in the corner of the room. “If that’s what you want, we’ll do that later.”
I thrust a little harder and his breath hitches.
“I want you in every way imaginable. I want you in every part of this room.” I thrust on every breath. “In every position.”
“Fuck, Nate.”
His cock slaps against his stomach as I speed up my thrusts, fucking him into the mattress, gauging from his face what he wants. Every time I speed up or thrust harder, he encourages me with a “yes” or a “like that” and “that’s it.”
I feel my orgasm start to build and wrap my hand around his cock.
“No, I’m too close,” he says.
“Me, too. Come with me.”
He keeps his eyes on me, hands gripping the pillow behind his head. The veins in his biceps are bulging and the soft blond hairs in his armpits glisten with sweat.
His cock throbs in my hand and his body grows rigid, his head shooting off the bed. His eyes roll back on a deep moan and his ass starts to clench and pulse around my cock. I let my body lead as I milk every last drop from him until he bats my hand away.
He’s watching me as I spill the last trickles into the condom, his arms still above his head.
I pull out, gently dropping his legs back onto the bed before lying down beside him.
We’re silent for a while, but it’s not the uncomfortable silence of an hour ago. It’s content. Awed—at least on my side.
Eventually, Evan sits up. “I’m gonna clean up.” He disappears into the bathroom and comes back with a damp towel to clean his cum off me. I want to tell him not to bother. I plan on getting him dirtier, much dirtier. Over and over and over again.