Chapter 35
Chapter thirty-five
Liam
It is early enough to still be dark. I’m not sure why I’m awake, but I don’t mind. I’m warm and cozy. Nicky is curled around my back, making me the little spoon. I’m safe. Cherished. Loved.
And Nicky’s erection is pressing against my ass. Undeniable proof that he desires me. That he doesn’t just love me as a friend.
I’m hard too, and I’m wondering if that’s what woke me up? Nicky snuggling up to me got me all hot and flustered.
He stirs behind me, a slight movement that lets me know he is half-awake like me.
Good.
I take hold of his hand and move it down from my stomach to my covered cock. I bite back my groan as the heat and weight of him seeps through my boxers.
Nicky murmurs and kisses my neck. I move his hand up and down. Rubbing him against me.
He chuckles. “Should have known you’d be bossy in the bedroom.”
His hand slips inside my boxers, and he wraps his fingers around me. I moan and thrust into him. That’s much better. Much, much better.
I wriggle back, even closer to him and sink into his embrace. My eyes roll back as pleasure washes over me in waves. Nicky’s hand is gentle. Confident and unhurried. Heat, weight and exquisite pressure. Delicious friction.
This is heaven. Being in Nicky’s arms is everything. The only place I’ve ever truly wanted to be. I don’t want to waste anymore time. Prison taught me that years can be taken from you. The Russians have shown me that tomorrows can’t be taken for granted.
I don’t want to die before I’ve made love to Nicky. That would be a tragedy.
His hand keeps its slow, steady pace. My thighs are starting to tremble. My hips are moving, dancing, chasing his touch, seeking more.
I moan and thrust.
His hand stops. “Not yet,” he whispers.
“Nicky!” I wail in dismay.
He chuckles and starts playing with my cock again. Light, barely there touches that are completely maddening.
Filthy, depraved noises pour from me. I know what he is doing. He is planning on driving me so wild with pleasure that there is no room for trauma. I’m not convinced it will work, but it sure is fun to try.
He strokes and strokes. I gasp and pant. My balls draw up tight. He stops.
I swear and curse.
He laughs as if he has never been happier. The sound floats through me, adding to my ecstasy. I make Nicky happy, and that is better than all the orgasms in the world.
His fingers tighten around me, and I cry out. Fuck! I’m so close. I’m tingling all over. Oh god. If I hide it, Nicky won’t know. He won’t be able to keep tormenting me. I can make him happy and have an orgasm. It doesn’t have to be one or the other.
His hand stops.
I whine.
How does he know? He is inexperienced due to being a crazy romantic bastard. How can he tell when I’m close?
“You can’t trick me,” he whispers in my ear before nibbling the lobe.
I groan helplessly. It’s unfair. He is inexperienced with sex, but he is very experienced with me. He knows me better than I know myself. He probably knows how fast my heart beats and how many breaths I take every minute.
Holy fuck. I love him so much.
I wriggle over and push him onto his back. He goes obediently, willingly. Eyes wide, dark and adoring.
Then, I ungracefully wrestle my way out of my boxers. Nicky doesn’t seem to mind. I think he only cares that I’m getting naked. He doesn’t care that it is not a sexy striptease.
As soon as I’m free, I rise up onto my knees. I know exactly what I want.
Nicky’s eyes grow even wider as I position myself over him. I pause.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes!”
I lower myself onto his face. Oh shit. I don’t really know how to do this. I don’t want to suffocate the poor man. I think I should keep my weight on my knees and hover over him, just close enough to reach.
Nicky’s hot, wet tongue laps at my hole. The bright spark of pleasure it ignites races through my entire body.
His hands lift up to cup my ass cheeks. And then he devours me. Licking, swirling, sucking, nipping, probing. Eat my ass like a feral man while I writhe, wail and shudder above him.
Oh fuck. This is amazing. I can’t believe sex can feel this incredible.
Nicky’s hard cock, still trapped in his boxers, draws my attention. The poor, neglected thing. It deserves affection.
I lean forward. I free Nicky’s wonderful cock from its cloth prison and admire it in all its glory. It’s thick and veiny. So swollen that the dusky skin is stretched tight.
I bend down and wrap my lips around it. I bob my head and take him into my mouth. He grunts and shoves his tongue deeper into my ass.
This is perfect. His cock in my mouth. His tongue in my ass. So much pleasure and sensation that I’m seeing stars. I’m floating in a sea of euphoria.
He throbs in my mouth. A burst of salty precum floods my senses. He tastes so good. I hum in joy as I suck on him.
He groans as his hips lift up, pushing deeper into my throat. He’s close, very close. He is about to cum. But I don’t want him to cum like this. I want more.
I roll off of him. He makes a noise of protest, and his hands reach for me, but he doesn’t grab or hold me. The gesture is pleading, imploring, and nothing more.
Frantically, I scramble for the baby oil in the drawer. I grab it and knee walk down the bed to his hips.
The bottle flips open with a snap. I upend it and squeeze, pouring oil all over his straining cock. Nicky sighs. A deep, manly sound that curls my toes.
I pour oil onto my palm, drop the bottle, and smear the extra oil all over his cock. Mixing it with my saliva until he is glistening from root to tip.
My cock throbs insistently. My balls feel heavy. My hole is twitching. Wet, open and empty. I cannot possibly wait any longer.
I move. I swing my leg over him. I’m straddling his hips now, facing him. I stare into his eyes while my fingers wrap around his slippery cock.
“You ready, Nicky?” I gasp.
His eyes grow even bigger, and he nods with such energetic fervor that he must be making himself dizzy.
I chuckle. I lower and notch his cock against my hole. He feels hot. Soft yet hard. Silk and steel. It’s perfect.
I lower a little more. My rim starts to stretch around him. A little burn and sting, a lot of pressure. I gasp. It feels good. It’s Nicky, and I want this. Want him.
I look into his eyes. He stares back at me with awe, desire and so much love that my heart does a cartwheel.
I sink down onto him a little more. We both groan. The pressure is intense. Almost too intense.
His hands go to my hips. Supporting, holding. Warm and strong. Encouraging me to take my time.
Suddenly, my body takes over. My hips jerk downwards, taking more of him, and then without any warning, the pressure changes as his cock pushes past my tight ring of muscle.
A cry tears out of me. My knees weaken, and I’m sliding all the way down, unable to hold myself. His strong hands take my weight and ease my descent, and slowly, gracefully I sink all the way down and take him all.
“Oh Nicky!” I gasp.
He groans in return, and I feel him throb deep inside me. My Nicky is inside me. Filling me with so much pleasure, it feels holy. Otherworldly. Far too incredible for this mundane world.
This is what sex should be like. This is what sex will always be like from now on. I’m so happy I’m going to cry.
But first I’m going to cum. And so is Nicky.
I place my hands on his chest. I can feel the definition of his abs, and it’s so fucking sexy. I really don’t understand how teenage me was in such denial about being gay. Nicky is the most beautiful person I have ever seen.
I lift my hips up a little and sit back down. Nicky grunts, and fireworks explode in my mind. Fuck, that felt good. This isn’t going to take long. For either of us.
I look at him again. He looks like he is in heaven. I’m making his first time good and it is the proudest achievement of my life.
I lift up again, and something shifts in my soul. It takes control. It shows me what to do and lends me a rhythm.
Now, I’m riding Nicky like a pro. Rocking my hips at a frantic pace.
The sound of skin slapping against skin is filling the room, along with our grunts and groans.
I’m stretched and stuffed. Full. And the friction of my fierce fucking is exquisite.
Pleasure is building and building. I’m yelling with uncontainable joy.
My pace quickens and then suddenly, I’m screaming as my hole clenches tightly around Nicky and my cock unleashes a stream of cum. My orgasm burns through me, reaching every nerve ending, every muscle and all my bones. I am alight with ecstasy.
Deep inside me, Nicky’s cock pulses, hot and wet, as he paints my guts with his cum. The sensation adds to everything blazing through me.
I heave in a breath and the next thing I know, I’m lying beside him, sweaty and panting and as boneless as a wet noodle.
He pulls me into a spoon and nuzzles my neck. My heart is racing so fast I swear it’s shaking the mattress.
“Morning,” Nicky rasps.
I laugh. “Morning.”
The best one ever.