Chapter 18 - Nick #2
“Fuck,” Nick said as he pushed Reece’s legs up and took a good look at him. There was no plug to assist him in getting inside any faster. He’d thoroughly enjoy working his way in there.
First with his tongue, because his mouth was watering at the sight of Reece’s tight hole.
Smooth and hairless, skin unblemished and pale.
Such a contrast to Nick’s hands as he gripped Reece’s cheeks.
The only thing Nick heard was his name falling from Reece’s lips, quiet little breathless pleas that seemed to surround Nick and yet felt distant.
Like background noise. His focus was too centered on working his tongue against Reece’s hole.
He was so tight. Always tight, but even more so now that Nick hadn’t had him in weeks.
He just tasted clean and was so soft, opening up slowly but surely, pretty dick twitching every time Nick tried to press his tongue in.
Soon enough, Reece’s hole was pulling it in, hungry to be fucked.
Nick needed to get his tongue deeper, needed to taste more of his pretty little kitten.
There was something so intoxicating about Reece—something that left Nick craving more and more and so easily getting lost in it.
It was only when Reece started patting his head that Nick lifted it, retracting his thoroughly used tongue after licking his lips. Reece’s lashes were wet, every inch of him flushed. So damn adorable.
“If you don’t fuck me right now—”
Both of Nick’s brows rose, his eyes widening a fraction.
How amusing it was to see Reece trembling, damn near broken already, and yet daring to demand him.
The desperation there, though, was a drug all its own.
Nick had to grab his own dick, had to rub his hand down the length of it because fuck, he was going to explode.
“You can’t even take it yet, Kitten. You think my tongue was enough to get you ready for this?” He settled over Reece again, cock straining in his shorts, begging to be freed. So hard as he pressed it against Reece’s ass, grinding against him slowly.
“Now,” Reece groaned, taking Nick’s hand and guiding it between them. “Please hurry.”
Demanding one second and begging the next. He’d be Nick’s end.
“I didn’t pack any lube,” he said as he realized. Nick hadn’t anticipated this visit and hadn’t had any sort of opportunity to actually prepare.
“I did.”
Of course he did, because he’d come prepared. Reece wasn’t here to play ball with everyone. He was here for Nick. For both of their pleasure. Nothing anyone said would make Nick believe otherwise.
Reece’s bag was by the bed, easily accessible, though Nick had to move Reece with him when he leaned over because Reece was clinging to him tightly. Nick couldn’t even part from him when he finally got his fingers lubed and started working them into him, one at a time.
“Take these—off,” Reece said, moving his feet until he managed to hook his toes into Nick’s shorts and start pushing them down. They wouldn’t go far thanks to the angle, and Nick just laughed, two fingers reaching deep, and hitting a spot inside Reece that had him going boneless.
His legs hit the bed, breath hitching, a too-loud moan starting to tear out of his throat. Nick was forced to muffle it with a hand over Reece’s mouth, because it was drawn out as Nick teased his fingers along that spot.
“Too loud, Kitten,” Nick breathed, his shorts wet from his own leaking dick. He added a third finger to stretch Reece further, eyes longing to see Reece taking his fingers, to see his cock twitching and leaking even more.
But he couldn’t look away from Reece’s face. Those blue eyes rolled back, Nick’s hand covering his mouth. So flushed. Silky hair a mess all around his head, so long now that the longest layers reached his shoulders.
Three fingers was as far as Nick could make it before his own desperation had him tugging them out, freeing his cock, and fucking into Reece with one long thrust. His hand remained over Reece’s mouth, but he was too damn loud even with Nick muffling his moans.
It was like sliding into his own personal heaven. Tight. Hot. Wet. So sweet. Nick had been ignoring the very pressing need between his legs until now, and just getting inside Reece was nearly enough to send him over the edge.
Reece too, because he was crying and moaning under Nick’s hand, and his weeping cock was jolting, hole clenching tighter around Nick in tandem with it.
He was too close. Nick knew if he moved even a fraction, Reece would come, but he didn’t expect his dick throbbing inside Reece to be enough to make him fall.
It was such a slow but intense onslaught, Reece’s hips rolling like they were riding waves of sheer bliss.
Slow grinds accompanying every single convulsion, each one coming stronger, lasting longer.
Nick could only curse and keep himself still, because it felt too fucking good.
He didn’t need to move. Reece falling apart around his dick was everything he could possibly need.
If he did move, he was done for. Hell, maybe he was done for if he didn’t move, because Reece was doing more than enough.
He didn’t want to come, not when they’d barely gotten started, but that slick spasming pressure around him and Reece’s blissed-out expression was doing him in anyway.
He was already coming before he bothered to move, but hoped that he acted quickly enough that Reece wouldn’t notice.
It was almost too much. Nick snapped his hips fast and hard as he came.
He didn’t realize that he’d become the louder of the two somewhere along the way.
The relief he felt with his release was beyond any semblance of explanation or comprehension, so he just couldn’t help himself.
Reece’s hand fumbled to cover Nick’s mouth, only for his trembling fingers to end up slipping past his lips.
It did help because Nick closed his mouth around them, slowing his thrusts but still grinding in deep until his balls were empty.
Dazed as Nick, maybe even more, Reece’s arm fell, fingers leaving Nick’s mouth on the way.
It plopped on the bed, and Nick stayed buried deep as he removed his hand from Reece’s mouth, but his breathing was already calming.
Nick rolled over onto his side, taking Reece with him, of course.
He’d barely snuggled up to Nick before he was asleep, and Nick didn’t bother pulling out or worrying about cleaning them up. They could do that in the morning.