Chapter Eleven #3
Cash took two steps forward and dropped to his knees.
Nick palmed the back of Cash’s head and pressed his face to his crotch.
The scent was intoxicating, and Cash nuzzled his lips and mouth against Nick’s erection through his underwear.
Cash slid his hands over Nick’s trembling thighs until he reached the waistband.
He took his time slipping the underwear over Nick’s erection and down his legs.
Cash had fantasized about having this opportunity again more times than he could count.
The reality far surpassed both his memory and imagination.
Nick’s erection felt like velvet-covered steel when Cash licked a path from root to tip.
The fingers in his hair were tighter, and Nick’s moans were needier than he’d dreamed.
And fuck. Nick tasted so damn good. Man and musk, made just for him.
Cash swirled his tongue around the swollen head, lapping up the precum pearl at its slit.
“Saint,” Nick groaned. “Please.”
Cash eased back and looked from his submissive position. “Suck you? Fuck you?”
Nick’s wicked mouth curved into a wry smile. “Anything. Put me out of my misery.”
Wants and needs. Cash wanted to make them both come hard and fast, but that wasn’t what they needed. He rose to his feet, took Nick’s hand, and led him to the bed.
Nick stretched out in the center, and Cash couldn’t help but look at him in mesmerized wonder.
Nick trailed his fingers over his erection and gasped from the pleasure of touching himself.
His Nick. Naked, erect, and stretched out like a carnal offering.
Cash shoved his underwear down his legs and kicked it free.
Nick bent his knees and planted his heels wide apart, then sucked two fingers into his mouth while watching Cash’s reaction.
He lowered those wet digits between his legs and began prepping his pucker, swirling them around his rim before pushing the tip of his middle finger in the center.
Nick and Cash groaned simultaneously, the latter as he climbed on the bed and positioned himself on his stomach between those splayed thighs.
Drawing Nick’s fingers away, Cash gripped Nick’s thighs and said, “I’ve got you, baby.”
Cash’s tongue followed the same path Nick’s fingers had taken.
He swirled his tongue around and around the crinkled rim until Nick’s pucker quivered in anticipation.
He wiggled the tip of his tongue against the entrance to get it sopping wet, then curled his tongue and pushed inside.
Nick shouted something unintelligible and reached down to stroke himself.
Cash smacked his hand away and continued wiggling his tongue deeper inside Nick’s entrance until his nose pressed into Nick’s taint.
He nuzzled that erogenous zone while prepping Nick’s hole.
Cash had forgotten to grab the bag with the lube from Hope’s store, but he kept a stash in his nightstand with condoms.
“Saint. So good it hurts. Stroke me.”
Cash growled and nuzzled his taint once more before easing his tongue free of the tight ring of pulsing muscles. He leaned toward the nightstand, but Nick grabbed his arm.
“No condoms. I haven’t had a sexual partner in a long time, and I’ve been tested for everything at least twice while searching for a diagnosis. I don’t want to have anything between us.”
“I haven’t been with anyone either but kept up with testing,” Cash said. “I’ve never been bare inside anyone. Never wanted it until you.” The only time he’d ever resented even the thinnest latex barrier was with Nick. Cash’s dick throbbed in time with his heartbeat. “Are you sure?”
“Never been more certain of anyone or anything. You’re it for me, Saint.” It was the closest thing to a declaration of love either of them had made.
Cash altered course to lean over Nick and kissed him hungrily for several moments before easing back. “You’re it for me too.” He pried himself away from Nick’s hot skin and sexy body long enough to grab the lube. “We’ll retrieve the good stuff later.”
Ignoring his body’s urges and Nick’s whimpered pleas against his lips, Cash took his time prepping Nick to receive him.
Once he worked three fingers inside Nick, Cash eased from the quivering clench.
He drizzled lube along his erection and slicked himself before lining the head up with Nick’s pucker.
Cash met and held Nick’s gaze when he pushed past the first ring of muscle.
Nick’s moan was low and needy as he pulled his knees back toward his chest. “Kiss me.”
Cash leaned forward, loving the rasp of Nick’s leg hair against his ribs, and kissed him.
Nick slid his hand into Cash’s hair, holding his head in place.
Cash’s entrance into the tight channel was tentative and slow, inching forward small increments at a time to let Nick adjust. Their kiss was a carnal, hot melding of lips, teeth, and tongues.
The only sounds in the room were soft pants, shared breaths, and the occasional gasp or moan as Cash slowly slid home.
The dichotomy was a bit of a mind fuck and threatened to overload Cash’s circuits.
Nick yanked his hair, but Cash wouldn’t speed up, partly out of concern for Nick’s comfort but mostly because he was probably two pumps away from coming.
Nick bit Cash’s bottom lip hard enough to make him jerk back, but he only smiled down at his frustrated lover.
Nick wrapped his legs around Cash’s back and used the hold as leverage to rock his hips up until Cash was balls deep inside him.
Black dots danced in Cash’s vision as Nick released a victorious shout and undulated his hips.
With Cash’s weight pinning him to the mattress, Nick could only work up and down a few inches.
But the head of Cash’s dick pegged Nick’s prostate again and again.
“Yes! Fuck yes!” Nick cried out.
Cash’s control snapped and he took over—pulling back and slamming home.
Nick’s cries became incoherent pleas as Cash pummeled him without worrying about finesse.
He felt the warning tingle in his spine and angled his dick to nail Nick’s prostate with each forward thrust. Nick stiffened beneath him, and his muscles strained beneath his skin.
His eyes, glistening with unshed tears, found Cash’s and held.
I’ve got you. Cash snapped his hips forward again, and Nick released his held breath on a guttural cry.
Cash dropped his gaze in time to watch the first jet of cum splatter high on Nick’s chest. Mindless of his own needs, he pistoned his hips faster to draw out Nick’s pleasure.
Joyous laughter bubbled out of Nick’s gorgeous mouth, and his body relaxed.
Cash fused their mouths together and spilled inside the hot, tight channel still spasming around his cock.
He collapsed on top of Nick, who wrapped his arms and legs around him to keep Cash close.
Nick kissed his damp temple and trailed his hand up and down Cash’s back.
They were as close as two people could be, but Cash craved more.
He turned his head, and they kissed lazily until their breathing and heart rates returned to normal.
Cash carefully withdrew and invited Nick to join him in the shower, where the kissing and touching continued.
Afterward, Cash’s phone pinged with a message as they redressed. “Our dinner has arrived. I’ll go down to the lobby to get it.”
“Wait.” Nick reached out and zipped Cash’s jeans. They hadn’t bothered putting underwear back on, which would’ve been obvious to anyone in the lobby. “I don’t share.”
“Neither do I.”
It didn’t take him long to retrieve their dinner and return to the penthouse suite.
Nick had stretched out on the sofa and was gazing at the bustling city below when the elevator opened.
He noticed the restaurant’s name printed on the bag and smiled.
It was the same place that had hosted the benefit where they’d met.
“Porterhouse with peppercorn sauce, baked sweet potato, and broccoli,” Cash said as he set the bag on the coffee table.
Nick quirked a brow. “You remember what I ate?”
“I remember everything about you, Nicky.”
Nick sat up and met his gaze. “I remember everything about you. Seafood fettuccine alfredo.”
Cash smiled and handed him his food. “We can eat at the kitchen island or in the dining room if you’d prefer.”
Nick shook his head and folded his legs under him on the couch. “This is perfect.” He didn’t dig into his food right away, though his eagerness to do so was palpable.
Cash retrieved a bottle of red wine and poured them both a generous serving. Then he sat on the couch next to Nick, mirroring his position, and tapped his glass to Nick’s. “To us.”
“To us.”
They both took a drink, then tucked into the food.
Their only conversation was a limited exchange about how good it tasted.
It reminded Cash of the meal they’d shared at the benefit.
Then, his thoughts had primarily swirled around how sexy Nick looked in his tuxedo and how much he wanted to see it strewn all over his apartment floor.
Maybe he’d manifested that dream into reality, or perhaps his gaze had betrayed his intense reaction to Nick.
The how and why didn’t matter when the result far exceeded the fantasy.
“Did you save room for dessert?” Cash asked when they finished their entrées.
“No, but I’ll give it my best shot.” Nick reached into the bag and pulled out two containers. “Let me guess. One is three layers of decadent chocolate cake and the other is white chocolate and raspberry cheesecake.”
Cash winked, and Nick opened the containers. He chuckled when Nick handed the cheesecake to Cash and kept the cake for himself. “That’s not the way it happened,” Cash said.
Nick sighed and swapped boxes with him. They each took a bite of their dessert before swapping back.
Cash had practically salivated when he’d seen the chocolate layer cake on the menu but was immediately jealous of Nick’s cheesecake when it arrived.
Nick had eye-fucked his dessert enough to make Cash blush.
After a bite, Cash had asked if he wanted to switch.
“Thought you’d never ask,” Nick had said as he slid his plate toward Cash.
What had followed was foreplay with food. Cash hadn’t been able to tear his gaze away from Nick’s lips whenever he brought the fork to his mouth. He had hoped his throaty purrs called to something wild and primitive in Nick. And, Christ, had he answered.
Twelve years later, Nick’s smug smile said he knew exactly where Cash’s thoughts had gone.
Pointing his fork at Cash, Nick said, “That expression right there is what gave me the courage to proposition you.”
Cash snorted and nearly sent his bite of cheesecake down the wrong pipe. “You got out ‘Do you wanna’ before I said, ‘Thought you’d never ask.’ Later, I realized how presumptuous I was. You could’ve been about to ask if I wanted to join you for an after-dinner drink.”
Nick’s lips twitched. “A fine bourbon was on my mind.”
Cash narrowed his eyes as he tried to figure out if Nick was joking.
Nick set his box down to kiss Cash hard on the mouth. “Get out of here with your doubts. The only shot I wanted was a ride on your cock.” He winked and picked up his dessert to resume eating. “Luckily, I got several.”
“As did I.” Cash canted his head. Nick was the most relaxed he’d seen him…since the beginning. “Want to hear a secret?”
Nick arched a brow but said nothing because his mouth was full of chocolate cake.
“I strained my hamstring that weekend. Had to ice that son of a bitch down for a solid week after you left.”
Nick swallowed his bite and grinned. “I noticed an occasional minor hitch in your step and chalked it up to a different type of overuse.”
“Yeah, that too,” Cash agreed.
They only made it through half their dessert before putting the leftovers in the refrigerator and cleaning up the mess. Once they restored order, Cash turned on the sound system through his phone and dimmed the lights.
“There’s something I’ve always wanted to do with you,” Cash said.
When “The Only Exception” by Paramore began to play, Cash extended his hand.
Nick accepted it and stepped into the circle of Cash’s arms. “I remember this song playing at the benefit, and I wanted to dance with you so badly. I didn’t have the courage to ask.
” He offered Nick a wry smile. “But right now, I don’t need to worry about keeping an appropriate distance so a room full of people won’t know how much I want you. ”
Nick sighed and rested his forehead against Cash’s shoulder. After a few rotations, he turned his head and nuzzled his nose against Cash’s neck. “So this is what it’s like to date you, Saint.”
Cash’s heart pounded in his chest as he debated a reply. A simple yes or the truth? He wasn’t exactly sure which he’d decided until the words tumbled from his lips. “No, Nicky, this is what it’s like to be loved by me.”