Chapter 15 Stan #2
I don’t have to look to step through the glass door of the shower. Thank god it’s more spacious here than the ones on the ship. I wanted to get on my knees there, but there was exactly zero space for any fun positions.
So now, with all this room, I go on my knees.
“Stan—”
“This is happening, Ocean Eyes.”
My lips are wrapped on his tip the next second, then I suck in the first few inches and hollow my cheeks.
His abs flex under my wandering fingers.
“Fuck!” he cries out, almost making me come on the damn spot just from the sound.
I push my throat down to take in more, stopping my gag reflex from ruining the fun.
“Stan—” Nil grunts. “Christ—”
By now, my nose is pressed against his hard abs. He smells so good.
My fingers move around his waist and slide down to grip his bubbly buttcheeks. I cheekily squeeze them while I swallow around his cock, letting him feel my throat grip him hard. He hisses in like it’s too much. I haven’t even gotten started.
Bobbing my head on him, I slide one finger between his cheeks and poke at his tight little hole I’ve been dying to claim.
“Stan…” he whimpers. It’s music to my ears.
I pull back, licking his tip, while I look up at him. “Yeah, babe?” I ask, smirking.
His blue eyes are swallowed up by his pupils. “Thought you needed to wash me off.”
“I will,” I whisper, kissing the precum off his cock. “Just need to get you dirty first.”
He closes his eyes, smiling a bit bitterly like he’s holding back. I don’t want him to.
My finger circles his tight rim. He groans again.
“I’ve never—” He stops himself with a gasp and shaky breath that makes my boner reach red-alert levels of need to release.
I stand up, towering over him a few inches. “Yeah? I get to pop your cherry?”
“Fuck,” Nil mutters before biting his bottom lip.
“You only ever gave it, huh?” I whisper even deeper, just to tease him a little and make him leak a lot. “Lemme guess, some lucky girls and guys got to get it from you, but you never took it from the back. Is that right, babe?”
His eyes snap open, glaring at me. That’s just daring me to tease him some more.
So I smirk slow, not even hiding how I love tormenting him. He’s been tormenting me emotionally. Hell, I goddamn cried my eyes out earlier. This is only fair payback, isn’t it?
I try to slide my finger in. There’s barely any give.
“Looks like we need lube.” I step out of the shower to go to the sink. Opening the drawer under it, I grab the half-full bottle.
“Why’s that used up?” he spits out the question like the lube personally offended him.
Interesting…
Smirking wider, I walk over to stand in front of him, in all my naked glory. Pushing him further into the tiles until he’s under the showerhead. I ignore his glare and his question, and turn the water on. It’s too cold at first, but I fix that fast.
As soon as the water’s warm over us, I stroke his cock lazily. My lips land right on his ear. “What’s gotten you worked up worse? That I’m not jealous you’ve slept with other people? Or that you’re jealous I have?”
Growling, he frowns. “How about we start with you stealing Kys?”
I shrug. “You get rock hard ‘cause of it.”
He shakes his head, snarling. His hand snakes around my neck and hauls me closer to him.
Fuck, that’s hot.
“Stan.” He sounds so damn sexy when he’s scolding me. “You’re the reason I’m rock hard.”
My heart tumbles. My tongue’s tied up. I’m speechless. That’s supposed to be impossible.
His hooded eyes look so dark when he’s staring at me with his head down. “I fucked a lot of people to numb myself. But you…” He hisses in a broken breath. “You’re the only one who makes me feel alive.”
That’s funny ‘cause I’m pretty sure I just died. My eyes roll back, and my body’s betraying me. My knees wobble, but he catches me.
His hands bring my greedy fingers to his ass. I’m fucking losin’ it.
“Nil—Calix—” I whimper, eyes blinking open. “What do I call you, babe?”
“Anything,” he whispers back, kissing my neck. “As long as you’re moaning it.”
“Fuck…” I chuckle, breathless.
His lips trail up my jaw, then claim my lips. “Still want me to take you, Stan?”
“Yes.” I’m straight-up begging right now. “God, yes.”
Nil doesn’t answer me with words. His hands fist my hair, and he kisses me harder.
I laugh into the kiss, the sound ripped right outta me while I hook my forearms under him and lift up.
Pinning him against the cool tiles, I feel the running shower drench us, slicking our skin. Nil grunts, hanging his ankles over my shoulders. His palms press flat against my beating chest.
I whistle low. “Who knew you were this flexible, babe?”
He narrows his eyes up at me. I beam at him. Like, full foolishly-in-love smile at the man of my dreams.
“Don’t—” he cuts himself off to take a deep breath. “Fuck. Don’t smile like that.”
“Oh, babe,” I say, all sweet and smiley. “I am absolutely gonna smile like this.”
I shove the lube bottle into his hand and hold my palm out. He squeezes the bottle, dumping a generous amount into my hand.
My palm slides behind him, right between his cheeks, spreading him slowly, and letting the warm water help me out too.
Nil sucks in a harsh breath, even though he’s relaxing by the second. “Stan—”
His head falls back against the tile. I press one finger in slowly. He jerks, a sharp gasp tearing out of him. I can feel his fingernails claw into my back.
“Ah—fuck—”
“That’s it,” I croon.
I work my finger in deeper, feeling how his body fights it a bit at first but melts a minute later.
Too tempted not to, I add another finger in, stretching him as carefully as I can. Hard to do when I’m this…hard.
Looking down between us, I see my thick tip poking up his taint, while his long dick leaks like a fountain, his precum coating us.
I get so distracted staring for who knows how long, that I didn’t realize my fingers were slowing to a near-stop. He breaks me out of it when he makes this broken, needy sound that sends my head spinning. His hips rock down into my hand, chasing the pressure.
“Easy, Ocean Eyes, this is your first time taking it.”
“Yeah,” he whispers, breath breaking. “Just don’t stop.”
“Oh, I wasn’t planning to,” I promise, fingers working him open while the water runs down over us.
I ease my fingers out, just to hear the dirty sound he makes when I do. I grin, lining myself up.
“Ready?”
He nods, determined. I thrust up, pushing half of me in him, nice and slow.
“How’s that?” I whisper. “Babe, you gotta talk to me. Is it too much?”
“No…” He shakes his hanging head, his lips on my shoulder. “Feels fucking good.”
“Yeah? That’s nice to hear,” I say, still smiling.
My cock strokes the spot that makes him whimper so prettily.
“You feel that, babe? This position’s perfect, isn’t it?”
Nil moans, rolling his hips. “Yeah, feels perfect.”
I push in more inches. He cries out into my neck. I hold him steady with my hands gripping his ass. “Gonna bounce you on my dick.”
After lifting him up, I push him back down hard. His filthy noises are so damn loud and downright lewd.
“Is your good boy doing a good job, babe?”
“Yes,” he hisses, “you sure as hell are.”
My grin comes back. I place my lips into his hair.
I can’t help it. The words tumble out of me, breathless and drunk on how good this feels.
“Well,” I say, laughing, “congrats to us. We’re officially fulfilling some of my sex fantasies.”
Nil doesn’t say anything back. I don’t think he can. But he makes this wrecked little sound and buries his face harder into my neck.
And I am basking. Absolutely basking in this bad-decision-turned-so-damn-good.
The shower keeps running over us, steam rising between our hot bodies. All I can hear is the rush of it and my hips hammering against his juicy ass I’m still lifting up and down on my throbbing cock.
Then, through the haze, I swear I hear something. A soft, careful click.
I glance sideways just in time to catch Em’s side of the bathroom, the door cracked open the tiniest bit.
Her wide, dark eyes peek through, huge and unblinking like a startled owl. Her glasses are fogged up, and she just…stares. At us. At me.
For a moment, we lock eyes. I smirk at her.
But then she clicks the door shut.
I snort under my breath, pressing a kiss into Nil’s hair while I hold him even closer.
This is—without question—my favorite bad decision ever. Because I just thought of a way to make more of my fantasies come true. But for now, I’m fulfilling one more. Watching my man finish with only my cock inside him.
“Ever come without stroking yourself?” I ask.
His naughty mewl is all the answer I need. I’ll show him how it can happen.
Adjusting my hands on his ass, I pummel up into him and drop him harder on me. Faster and faster.
His sounds are straight-up fucking dirty, deep and disastrous, and doing things to me that make me ready to fill him.
My gaze goes down to his cock. It’s twitching hard. His tip’s making a mess on his clenching abs. They’re not as clenched as his tight hole taking me in.
“You close?” I ask between deep breaths.
He nods, the sounds outta him even more desperate. It’s making me desperate too.
With a deep thrust, I spill right into him, feeling him milk me. He follows me with a groan he keeps in his throat. He throws his head back, but my hand slides into his hair in time to make sure his skull doesn’t hit the tiles.
That throws us off-balance, with only one of my hands under him. His left leg drops. He takes me in deeper. We both moan.
He whispers my name while he stares at me through half-lidded eyes that drive me wild.
I don’t think I can properly tell him how much wilder I want this to be. But I’m gonna try.