Chapter 9 Stan #2
I’m fucking shivering all over. He pulls my hips back a little. That tiny adjustment lines his pulsing length right between my cheeks. That short-circuits my brain real bad.
In the mirror, I watch him strip down. His impressive size springs up. Just as I thought, he’s long and his shape—from his narrow tip to his wider length—is perfect for what I know he’s about to.
Fuck me.
God, I think he will.
Fuck yes.
Nil meets my eyes through the mirror.
My face burns. I can’t hide any of it.
He leans forward until his chest is heavy on my back. His voice is so low and rough. “Stay put for me, Stan.”
My muscles lock in place. My grip on the sink turns white-knuckled.
“Use your words, Stan,” he whispers. “Tell me you’re staying.”
“I’m staying put,” I say. “For you.”
“Good boy.”
My knees nearly give out. He steadies me one-handed.
“Holy hell…” I moan, closing my eyes.
“I said keep looking.”
I snap my eyes open, feeling my soul try to float out of my body.
His mouth comes back to my ear. He bites, then soothes the same spot with his tongue. I make another sound I don’t even try to deny this time.
Nil’s breath warms my neck. “I want you ready for me.”
Everything in me braces and tenses up. He gives me a tsk below my ear.
“I want you open for me,” he says. “I want you right here, hands on the sink. Looking at yourself while I stretch you wide open to take my dick, Stan.”
My heart goes haywire. I think I definitely died in the bunk and went to heaven, ‘cause this has to be heaven.
“You understand?” he asks. “Say yes if you do.”
“Yes.” It’s barely a whisper.
“Good boy.”
His finger prods at my hole. My breath stutters so hard I choke on it.
“So tight.”
“Fuck…” I groan.
He brings his finger to my face. “Spit.”
I do it easily. I’m already a drooling mess, so why not?
He smiles at the drool he collects on his finger, then he brings it back between my cheeks.
I move my hips when I take his wet finger. It goes past ring after ring.
“Look how you’re taking it, Stan. You want me inside you that bad?”
“Yes…” I hiss. “God, yes.”
“I got two knuckles in you.”
“Aw, fuck.” I groan, throwing my head back.
He presses his lips into my neck.
“You’re killing me here, babe,” I whine.
“Pretty sure I’m making you feel alive, Stan.” He chuckles, trailing kisses up to my jaw. “That’s how you make me feel. It’s only fair I do the same for you, right?”
I nod, still drooling, still desperate. Scratch that. Even more desperate. This is a cock-leaking, critical level emergency.
From there, he takes his time with me, working me open in ways that turn my legs to jelly and my thoughts static. I move with him, breathing hard and holding onto the sink.
I drag my eyes up. I see myself shaking in the mirror. I see him behind me. Wanting me with a type of patience I’ve never experienced before. And it feels hotter than anything else.
Nil licks the shell of my ear. “I’m gonna make you take more, Stan.”
I’m getting used to his entire finger, but then another pokes in, trying to see if there’s any give. I don’t know if there is. But—fuck it—I’ll give him everything.
Desperate to show exactly that, I rock my hips back. His hand around my girth grips. I hiss in a breath.
“Stay where you are, Stan,” he says. “Don’t you dare move.”
My entire body bristles. I want to rock back again, take both of his fingers. I need to be ready for him sooner. But the idea that he’ll reward me with more praise is the bigger drive. So I behave and stay.
“Good boy.”
Yes. I’ll never get sick of hearing that.
“Hold still,” he says. The tone of it makes my heart do a happy dance. “You’re doing fine, Stan.”
“It’s…hard to think,” I whisper.
“It’s hard, huh?” His second finger slips through. “Sure feels like it.”
He twists his hand on my shaft, stroking me fast from the front.
“Do you know what I’ll do next, Stan?”
I groan. My fingers twitch against the ceramic.
“Use your words, Stan,” he murmurs. “Tell me.”
“You’re getting me ready.”
“For what?”
“For you.” Heat climbs my face like a fever. “For your cock.”
He hums into my hair. “That’s the plan, Stan.”
He nudges my legs with his knee, making me spread ‘em. I gasp when his two fingers reach deep. “Fuck!”
“Tell me you want it, Stan.”
I can barely breathe, but the words come out somehow. “I want it. I want you so bad.”
“Good boy,” he says with a smile that pummels my chest worse than a punch. He pulls his fingers out. I wanna get on my knees and beg for more.
But Nil pins me against the counter, letting me feel the drag of his dick lining up perfectly behind me.
“You’re ready for me,” he says. “Stay right where you are.”
I nod, shaking worse.
“You’re going to wait for me,” he says. “And you’re not going to move until I tell you.”
The sink rattles under me.
“I like seeing you shiver, Stan.”
My breath stutters.
“But I’m not finished with you,” he says.
His hand on my shaft twists slower. I let out a long groan, closing my eyes.
Nil smiles against my skin. I feel it. “You’re perfect.”
A full-body shiver hits me so hard I almost fold.
“Stay up,” he tells me. “And look up.”
I breathe out something close to a sob as I stare at the mirror. He rests his forehead to the back of my neck.
“I’m going to take care of you,” he says. “Every part of you.”
“Nil… I’m ready.”
“Not yet. I want you wanting.”
“I already want—”
“More,” he says, sounding so devastating. “I want more from you. More of those sounds you make.”
I gasp when his tip prods at my hole. It almost squeezes shut on instinct, but I want him in me.
My chest heaves. “You’re fucking torturing me here, Ocean Eyes.”
“Yeah,” he says. “Bet you like that I am.”
Tease. I fucking knew it.
I blink my eyes open when I turn my head to face him. His eyes pierce right through me. “Please,” I beg. “Need you inside me.”
It takes a few seconds to get anything out of him, but then he smirks.
His hand’s on my jaw, pulling me in for a kiss. That’s when I feel him slide in slow, torturously slow but so damn flawlessly at how easily I take it.
It goes past every tight ring of muscle. It hits every sensitive nerve. Hits that part of me like he pressed a button that rips a roar of pleasure outta me.
Heat rolls through me in a wave so intense my vision whites out. I cling to the sink with everything I’ve got left. The only reason I don’t hit the floor is Nil.
Not caring if I collapse, I roll my hips, needing more of him.
Nil moves with me. Perfect pressure. Perfect pace. My whole lower half answers him without hesitating.
“Yeah, just like that,” he whispers.
My grip on the sink slips. He catches my middle before I fall forward.
“I’ve got you,” he says. “I won’t let you go.”
A sound breaks out of my throat. I drop my head and his hand comes up instantly, catching my jaw. Lifting my eyes to see how we look in the mirror.
I can’t not look. His gaze pins me open. I feel so damn seen.
My body begs, more of his control, of his cock, of him everywhere.
Nil’s hand takes hold of my hips. The other’s still stroking me. “You’re close?”
I could cry. “Yeah.”
“You’re tightening up around my cock, Stan,” he says. “Wanna come for me?”
I whimper. Actually whimper. “I… I’m—”
“Mm, I love that sound,” he murmurs. “Come for me, good boy.”
Groans feel like they’re being torn outta my chest. They echo off the tiles with the sounds of skin slapping on skin.
Nil’s voice cuts through too. His praises slide under my skin and stay there.
Pleasure climbs up my body, promising a crash. I suck in breath that feels like it’s not filling my lungs at all.
The next sound out of me is filthy. My own broken cry rings in my ears as the high hits me so damn hard I don’t think I can feel anything else but the thrill coursing through me.
Nil’s breath shudders. I feel it against my shoulder. The sound of him losing control with me sends another wave through my body.
Warmth spills into me. So hot. So full. I can feel his come dripping down the back of my thighs.
My vision goes white again. I cling to the sink until I can’t feel my hands.
Nil kisses the back of my neck. I sag backward. He catches me, arms locking around my waist, holding me tight to his chest, so I don’t fold to the floor.
“You did so well,” he murmurs against my skin. “You came so much.”
The peak rolls through me with every praise he whispers.
“You alive?” he asks, voice low.
“Define alive.”
“That sounds alive.”
I snort and tip forward. He yanks me back with a pleased sound that warms me in places it really shouldn’t.
“Hold still, Stan,” he says. “You’re gonna faceplant.”
“Honestly might be worth it.” I buck back, seeking more friction.
“Stan…” He touches me all over like he’s checking for something. “Anything hurt?”
“Hurt? No. Horny again? Hell yes.”
Nil squeezes my hip, firm enough that I shut up. “We’re taking a break,” he says.
My lips pull down in disappointment. “Not forever though, right?”
“No,” he says. “But you’re starting to be a bit bratty.”
“You like it, though.”
Nil’s chuckle sends a shiver down my spine. “Never said I didn’t.”
“Give me more praises then,” I demand.
He clears his throat. My eyes light up. My ears perk. Can’t wait to hear more. But seconds pass, and it never comes.
“Nil,” I whine. “It’s easy. Just say ‘Stan, you have the tightest ass, the thickest dick, and the nicest face, and that makes you the best lay in the land.’ See?”
His brows pinch and his eyes narrow on me. It’s almost a glare. But like, immensely sexy. “But we’re not on land,” he points out, voice cruelly calm. “We’re on water.”
I sigh. Heart crushed. Hope plummeting.
But he’s smiling, bringing me back to my bed, and setting me down on his lap. I’m a giant. He kinda is too. But he makes me feel like a princess.
A pillow princess that takes it. One that pleads over sinks, apparently.
I like it too much. I like it a lot.
My body slides into place with his. His hand traces up my spine, long and slow. My breath evens out.
“That’s better,” he murmurs into my hair.
I melt into him. He tightens his arms around me, and I don’t even have it in me to playfully resist.
Bratty pillow princess mission failed. All I want is to be right here, basking in this feeling.
I reach around to hold him too.
“You did good, Stan,” he says.
The praise hits me harder now than it did when he was inside me. I shiver from it. He must feel it ‘cause he holds me closer.
“I’ve got you,” he says. “You can sleep, Stan.”
I feel like I can, because with him like this, I can actually sleep. No caffeine tonight. All I need for a high is the baddie in bed with me.
But before I hit the sack, I make one request that makes Nil lose all his Daddy Dom energy. He’s so red, I chuckle.
“So is that a yes to using me as your cocksleeve all night?” I murmur into his hair.
He hums low in response. Sounds unconvinced of my clearly fantastic idea. So I guess I have some convincing to do. I can do it all night if I have to.