Chapter 17 Packy and Nico
packy and nico
PACKY
The air was thick as we clawed at our clothes. My T-shirt ripped at the sleeve, the sound barely heard over our ragged breaths. Nix hopped on one foot, swearing loudly as his ankle got caught in his boxers. He finally kicked them off, sending them flying across the room. And then he was naked.
Holy fuck. I’d seen his cock a thousand times, but never like this. Thick and flushed, it was jutting up against his belly. He grabbed the back of my neck and crashed our mouths together, more a collision than a kiss. I fisted his hair, holding him still while I slid my tongue into his mouth.
My sex-starved body was ready to roll. When he met my tongue with his, my cock started throbbing with every heartbeat. He ground his dick against mine, creating such perfect friction I saw stars.
“Need you,” I managed, the words croaking in my throat.
He broke the kiss and sank to his knees. Before my mind could catch up, he grasped my hips, and then wet, hot heat engulfed me. My knees almost buckled as he took me deep.
“Fuck yes!” I held his head, afraid he might pull away. His coarse stubble against my balls sparked into an electrifying shock.
“Shit, Rossi.”
He set a fast rhythm, pulling back until only the head was between his lips, then swallowing me whole again in one swift, slick glide. Obscene slurping sounds filled the room.
“Feels so good.” My voice came out raw. “Suck it like that.”
He pulled off, looked up at me from under his lashes, and said, “Make me. Hold my head and fuck my throat.”
Is he…? Does he mean it?
He swallowed me again to the root, and the tip of my cock bumped the back of his throat. A white-hot coil tightened in my gut. I couldn’t resist working my fingers into his hair and tugging hard enough to make him feel it. Then I started to thrust. “You love it, don’t you?”
His answer was a hum. When I shoved in again, deeper this time, he worked his throat muscles.
He was milking me, daring me to lose control.
His hands slid around to my ass and squeezed my cheeks.
I went still and let him take over. He sucked hard, zigzagging his tongue along the underside of my shaft in a maddening pattern that made my toes curl.
Through it all, he never broke eye contact.
It had been so long since anyone blew me, I was out of control, moaning and muttering filth under my breath.
I let his hair go and leaned on his shoulders.
Still staring into my eyes, he slid a finger down my crack.
The slow, deliberate slide made me react on instinct, and I shoved farther into his mouth.
My vision blurred when he found my hole and drew circles around it with his finger.
He was still sucking hard, and I cried out when he pushed inside.
No one had done that for years, and the forbidden thrill sent me over the edge.
“Coming!” My knees nearly buckled as the first shot launched into his mouth.
He took me all the way in, and I cried out with every spurt.
My asshole contracted in time with the pulses, each intense squeeze around his finger sending a new jolt of pleasure up my spine.
His noisy gulps begged for more, and when he started moving the finger in my ass, I nearly screamed.
It prolonged the ecstasy until I was a shaking, wrung-out mess.
He pulled back slowly, dragging his tongue along my oversensitive shaft and sending more sharp bursts of pleasure through me. Finally, when he gave the head one last suck and pulled off, more cum dribbled out and ran down his lip.
“Fuck.” I was gasping, my lungs on fire. “Holy shit… that was…”
He rose slowly, sliding his hands up my arms to steady me. When he pulled me into a kiss, I tasted myself on his tongue. It was salty and bitter, unmistakable proof of what we’d done.
When we pulled apart, he grinned. “You needed that, huh?”
“You’ll never know how fucking much.”
“Don’t be too sure about that.” He chuckled as he brushed his cock against mine.
“Thought we were getting on the bed,” I whispered.
“We were, but I couldn’t resist blowing you. Hope you don’t mind.”
“Hell fucking no. Want to do it again?”
“Oh, I will. No worries.”
We crawled onto the mattress, and he turned on his side so he could play with my chest hair.
“I always loved this,” he said. “It’s thicker now, like your cock. God, I’ve wanted to suck it for so long.”
I smirked. “You could go into business.”
“Glad you liked it.” He tweaked one of my nipples. “Have you ever done anything with a guy before?”
“You’re my first.”
Nodding slowly, he brushed our lips together. “I thought so. How’re you feeling about it?”
I snorted. “If you couldn’t tell I loved it, there’s something wrong with you.”
“Judging by the way you howled, I figured you liked it pretty well.”
“Howled?” I did my best to look indignant. “I did not howl.”
“Did too. Don’t think I’ve ever been with anybody who made that much noise.”
“Fuck off.”
Instead of responding, he grinned at me.
“What?” I asked. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because…” He kissed my cheek. “You, Kirby Paquette…” He brushed his lips over mine. “Enjoyed having me, a man, suck you off.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t let it go to your head. Just because I liked it when you made me come doesn’t mean I like you.”
“Not even a little? I’m sort of cute, aren’t I?”
“Well…” I held up a hand and tipped it back and forth. “Kind of like a pug, so ugly you’re cute.”
He gave me a proud grin. “But I sucked your cock well enough to make up for it, didn’t I?”
I couldn’t help laughing. “Like a pro.”
“I’m here to please.” He glanced away. “Do you like…”
“Like what? Look at me, Nix.”
He turned his head and met my eyes. “Role-play.”
“Fuck.” I stared at him as the memory clicked into place. One of his old girlfriends had let that slip in college, but I had no idea if he knew I was into it too. I always had been, but I hadn’t let myself want it in a long time. My ex hadn’t been interested, and after a while, I’d stopped asking.
“I’m a huge role-play fan,” I said. “You too?”
He scooted closer and ground his cock against my leg. “Fucking love it. Want to try? I’m more than a little hard right now.”
I chuckled. “Like a rock.”
“You want to play some more? Or I could suck you again.”
I wrapped my hand around his dick. “Do you honestly think I’m such a jerk I’d do that to you? Not get you off?”
He grinned. “I hoped not, but since it’s your first time…”
“Shut up.” I gave his dick a squeeze and let go. “Lie there like a good hockey player.”
I scooted down the bed to get a better look at his cock, then traced a finger along the shaft. It was long, and a dense network of swollen veins throbbed under the skin. Precum trickled out of the slit and down the head. His balls were huge, and I whistled in appreciation.
“Goddamn coconuts,” I muttered.
When I glanced up, he was panting.
I lifted a brow. “Nice equipment, rookie. You’re a big boy.”
Immediately getting it, he broke into a smile. “Thanks. Not as thick as yours, though. You think Coach will let me start this weekend?”
I shrugged. “Don’t know. You want to?”
“Fuck yeah. Can I be on your line? Would you… since you’re the captain and all, could you put in a good word for me?”
I tilted my head. “I could, but I should check you out first.”
“Check what?”
My cock roared back to life, and I glanced at him. “Nix, do you like—”
“Rookie,” he whispered. “Call me rookie.”
“All right, rookie. Spread your legs.”
NICO
This had to be a dream. Pack crawled between my legs, his expression a mixture of awe and hunger.
“Fuck.” He kept his eyes on my cock. “I saw it so many times in college, but never hard.” He looked up. “Can I touch it, rookie?”
“Think you’ll have to if you’re going to check me out.”
He trailed a finger up my shaft, the light touch leaving a trail of fire. “Goddamn, you’re hard.” He paused under the head, where precum had trickled down, and swirled it away with a finger. “I’ve never done anything to a guy’s dick before. Tell me if I get it wrong?”
I was throbbing, already aching with need. “Do it the way you like it. I’ll let you know if I don’t.”
He looked at me, another grin spreading across his face, but it was shadowed by the same nervous energy I’d seen in school before exams. Slowly, he closed his fist around me and squeezed.
“Jesus.” Pack had my dick in his hand, and it felt better than I ever imagined it would.
“Okay, rookie?”
“Please, captain. Jerk it.” The desperation in my voice should have embarrassed me, but I was past caring.
He glided his fist up and down, nearly making me lose my mind. He was doing that thing I’d loved since I was fourteen, the perfect, instinctual twist, squeezing hard near the head before loosening his grip at the base.
“Goddamn yes.” The words came out almost as a sob, and he flicked his gaze at my eyes.
“It’s so good, captain,” I croaked. “Don’t you dare stop.”
He increased the pace, and I was gone. In no time, he reduced me to a twitching, moaning mess, a body built around one screaming need.
“Listen to the slutty rookie,” he said, his voice dropping into the smug tone he sometimes used in college when a rookie would toss out a funny chirp. “I think you like it when your captain plays with your dick.”
“Please don’t stop.” I was writhing, my words a mindless chant of, “Yes, captain. Fuck. Captain, captain…” The friction of his palm on my taut skin, the perfect pressure. It was all connected. My brain was offline, my chest was tight, and my legs trembled from excitement. Everything was on fire.
“Fuck, I’m close.”
He let go. I howled in protest, a guttural sound of pure agony.
“Nix, can… Um… I mean, rookie, could I try sucking you?”
“What?” I wasn’t sure I’d heard him correctly.
“Want to try sucking you,” he said.
Before I could scream Get your goddamn mouth on my cock, he said, “I… this is great, and I love it. But I want to make you feel as good as I can.” He cleared his throat and met my eyes. “Would my slutty rookie like it if I sucked his dick?”
“Please!” The word was a choked cry, so I lowered my voice. “Yes, captain. Blow me. I’ll warn you before I come.”
He nodded, lowered his head, and licked a slow circle around the tip. It felt so good I cried out, and he took me in. He moved with a slow, maddening steadiness that drove me insane. It fulfilled so many fantasies I’d had about him.
When most of my cock was in his mouth, he started sucking. His mouth was a furnace, and he clenched his jaw enough to make a tight fit. The suction was perfect.
Pack is blowing me. If this is a dream, please don’t let me wake up.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, yes. Feels so good.”
“Mm. Ungh.”
For someone who’d never done this, he was nailing it. The pressure and suction, knowing exactly when to let up and when to push me… It was fucking perfect.
My cock hit the back of his throat, and instead of gagging, he adjusted his angle and kept sucking the soul out of me.
Oh my God. Holy shit.
“Captain.” My voice was rough, so I tried again. “Hey, captain.”
He kept going, lost in it, so I reached down and tapped his shoulder. “Pack! I’m gonna… Goddammit!”
My upper body lifted off the bed with the first explosive shot, and a choked cry tore from my throat.
Pack’s eyes went wide, but he didn’t stop.
After another shot, then another, he finally pulled off.
Not fast enough to prevent a fat rope of cum splattering across his face.
I grunted with every spurt. The harsh, guttural sounds didn’t let up until I collapsed back onto the bed.
He kissed and nuzzled my thighs, eventually working his way back to my cock. After licking the shaft clean, he took me halfway in his mouth again, using just enough suction to get the last drops. The world was inching back into focus when he crawled up beside me and laid an arm over my chest.
I scooted in and rested my head on his shoulder. “You sure that was your first time, captain?”
“Call me Pack now,” he whispered. “The game was fun, but now I want to hold you.”
I moaned. “Best blow job of my life, Pack. Bar none.”
He gave a soft, breathy chuckle. “Liar. I didn’t know what I was doing.”
“You hit a home run your first time at bat. I’m forever spoiled for blow jobs now, so you’ll be seeing me often.”
He leaned over and kissed me, pulling me closer as our tongues did a slow dance.
When we broke for air, I whispered, “Tried to warn you. Did you spit it out?”
He swatted my chest with the force of a feather. “I wanted to swallow your jizz, so I did. There was too much, though. I missed some of it.”
Chuckling, I pushed up enough to look at his face. “I sprayed you pretty good. Where’d it go?”
“Wiped it on the sheet down there.” He turned onto his side to face me. “Listen, Nix. This was the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time. And I don’t mean only the sex, as unforgettable as that was. I’m talking about being with you like this. Would you ever consider doing it again?”
“Ha! You deaf fucker. I told you how often you’ll be seeing me for blow jobs.”
“Oh yeah.” He sounded sleepy.
I planted a kiss on his forehead and said, “I will be down for this anytime you ever want it.” That sounded weird, like an offer to be his dirty secret, but he was still mostly straight. A life with him was too much to hope for, but maybe we could be something.
He yawned, and it threw me into a spasm of my own.
“Pretty sure I’ll be wanting it a lot.” He yawned again. “Take a nap?”
“Hell yes. You wore me out.” I checked the clock. “We have two hours.”
“Let’s get under the covers.”
We wrestled the comforter loose and shimmied under it, then curled into such a tight ball I wasn’t sure where I ended and Pack began.