Chapter 5 - Reece #2
It was unreal and unfair just how hot Nick was.
Reece had always admired him, and had been crushing on him for the longest time—but what he felt right then, with Nick on his knees behind Reece’s presented ass, naked with his thick cock in his hands, was like something he’d never experienced before.
Those wild blue eyes, the new haircut. Reece loved and missed Nick’s black curls, but the short cropped fade looked so good on him.
Reece knew he’d remember this vision of Nick for the rest of his life.
The way Nick stared at his ass didn’t make Reece uncomfortable or shy, but it did make him glad he hadn’t canceled his wax the day before.
Two of those long fingers traced the crack of his ass, sliding over his hole, which twitched at the light touch, and down over Reece’s tight balls.
He absolutely should’ve jerked off in the shower that morning just to make sure he didn’t come too soon now, but it was too late for that.
His dick was already leaking, already twitching without even being touched—just from the thought of what was about to happen.
“Don’t just stare,” Reece said, the words strained. Almost a whine. As much as those eyes eating him up like that turned him on, Reece needed Nick fucking him and fast. He couldn’t wait anymore.
“Need you wet,” Nick said, licking his lips slowly, tongue moistening them in a promising way.
Oh God, Reece thought, is he going to eat me?
“Here.”
Both Reece and Nick turned their eyes to the voice that was neither of theirs, finding Alex standing there, seeming to be wide awake and holding a black bottle out to them in offering.
“The hell, Alex?” Nick scoffed, swiping the bottle out of Alex’s hand.
“Didn’t Declan put you to bed?” Reece asked, brows furrowing. What a position to be caught in… He couldn’t even be mad.
“I had a quick nap… He said you two were finally going at it and I wouldn’t want you to be ill-prepared.”
It would certainly ease things along, but Reece had been so sure that Nick was about to eat him.
He’d thought about having that tongue on him—in him—enough times that now that it was so close only to be taken away from him, Reece had to mourn the loss.
He was about to pout and comment on this, but when his eyes shifted back to where Alex had been standing, he was gone.
“That guy—”
“Remind me to thank him later.” Nick popped the cap and squirted some lube onto his fingers. He warmed it before spreading it over Reece’s hole.
Having Nick like this was so new that it almost made Reece feel like a virgin. His body was nothing but relaxed and pliant though, eager enough that Nick was able to slip the tip of one finger into Reece easily.
And all he could think was that this was Nicky. Naked. Behind him. Sliding a finger into him. Looking at Reece as if he’d been thinking about this moment for as long as Reece had.
A single finger shouldn’t have felt so good, so Reece was sure that it felt this good just because it was Nick—and Reece had never felt so at ease, so wanton with anyone else.
Because Nick was the only one he’d ever truly wanted.
Whatever happened, Reece just wanted to enjoy this. It would be a night he’d never forget.
He didn’t bother trying to contain his moans.
Not from the first finger or the second.
They weren’t too thick, but they were so long they filled him perfectly, getting him ready in the best way they could.
Reece’s dick felt forgotten, nothing more than a base for the pleasure he was receiving in pulsating waves that had it tensing and twitching and leaking every time those fingers curled the slightest bit inside of him.
Nick fingered him like he knew Reece’s body better than Reece himself.
“Nicky,” Reece called, the sound between a whine and a moan. He was more breathless than he ever got when running. His eyes were burning, Reece already overwhelmed and struggling to believe it, but… “Please, I want you inside me when I come.”
Nick’s fingers curled more firmly, grinding into Reece’s prostate, and it was so overstimulating that he couldn’t possibly come from it.
The tears that had been threatening welled in his eyes at the same moment Nick’s deep blue ones found them—holding them with an intensity that Reece could hardly stand.
A single moment passed, so brief and yet consuming, and then Nick’s fingers were gone, Reece was empty, and Nick’s cock was pressing against him instead.
“No condom,” Nick muttered, and while it wasn’t a question, Reece could tell that he was seeking consent—consent that Reece was all too enthusiastic to give.
“Hell no, I want you raw.”
Nick pressed in. Just an inch and then he was pulling back, the tip barely hanging in as Nick swiftly lathered his shaft in the lube, and Reece didn’t have it in him to wait for Nick to thrust before he was fucking himself back on him, needing it more than he’d ever needed anything.
Nick let him move until he thought he’d taken it all and then grabbed him by his hips and forced him to take more. So sudden. So much.
Reece wasn’t sure if it was just that—taking all of Nick, feeling him deep and thick and throbbing—or if it was the low curse that escaped him, or even the way Nick’s head lolled on his shoulders like being inside Reece was everything.
But Reece knew he was going to come. It was all too much, he couldn’t take it.
His mind was both all over the place and nothing but mush, yet his hand still took hold of his own cock at the base and squeezed, desperate to prevent himself from losing it too soon.
“You might as well give it up, Ree,” Nick said with a low chuckle. His hands were so big that his thumbs were able to dig into the sides of his back as they trailed up Reece’s sides, Nick’s fingertips tickling the sides of his stomach. “You can come as many times as you want. I won’t be mad.”
Reece groaned, letting his cock go to instead hold tight to the sheets. “Then fuck me, Nicky, please.”
And Nick did. Reece didn’t have a chance of bracing himself when one of Nick’s hands was suddenly on his head, fingers buried in his blond hair, keeping Reece pinned there as he started moving with long, slow drags of his cock that were each followed by deep thrusts that increased in speed and strength with every motion.
As soon as Nick found a rhythm that was deliciously brutal, Reece started coming, his screams muffled by the bed his face was pressed against. Every time Nick’s hips met Reece’s ass, another burst of cum shot out of his dick.
He didn’t care one bit that he was making a mess of the bed, and neither did Nick, because he didn’t stop.
He just fucked Reece harder—fucked him so hard that he blacked out for a moment, and by the time he came back to himself, if you could even call it that, Reece was already on the edge again.
And Nick had shifted. He was on one knee, the other leg bent, his cock driving into Reece with repeated efficiency.
“Fuck,” Nick moaned, and Reece was sure it was the sexiest and most beautiful sound he’d ever heard in his life.
A deep and throaty rumble that left Reece’s flesh pebbling with a delicious chill.
Nick’s pounding hips slowed, and while the slow pull of Nick’s cock was still amazing, still so perfectly stimulating, it wasn’t enough. He needed more. Harder.
So, in Nick’s moment of weakness, Reece flipped their positions, forcing Nick onto his back and straddling him.
He was already sinking down onto Nick’s dick before he could form a complaint or question, and Reece was blessed with the most gorgeous visual.
Nothing but Nicholas Gray, long limbs defined with well-honed muscles, fierce but half-lidded eyes, and the prettiest teeth.
Reece couldn’t get started on those lips, but he’d never wanted to kiss anyone more.
Determined to give Nick the ride of his life, Reece alternated his movements, grinding and bouncing and panting and moaning.
He’d be coming in no time. He needed to stop, to give himself a moment so that he wouldn’t come—but then Nick started trembling, the sound that caught in his throat making Reece’s stomach clench with a wild need.
“Shit, don’t stop,” Nick ordered, and Reece didn’t.
He pushed his aching hips harder, faster, and didn’t even slow when Nick gripped his waist hard enough to bruise.
It was Reece who was able to make Nick lose himself like that—to have him coming so much that it was instantly spilling out of Reece, even with Nick still inside.
To have him moaning like it was the best orgasm he ever had…
And Reece needed to know… Was Nick always so vocal and responsive when he came, or was it just a one-time thing? Did he enjoy having Reece ride him that much, or was Reece just too hopeless for his own good?
Reece came with him, painting Nick’s abs and chest with his cum. He’d wished at that moment that he’d saved it all for then, feeling exceedingly lucky to have been able to have this time with Nick—who looked nothing short of sated and pleased with the result.
It was over too soon. Reece wanted more, but his body was done—so done that he collapsed right on top of Nick, his cum hot and messy between their bodies. Nick’s was a mess inside of him and no doubt leaking down Nick’s balls. And poor Nick was lying flat on Reece’s first load.
He couldn’t move, not even to twitch, but Reece said, “Made a mess.”
Nick hummed in agreement. “Hell yeah, you did.”