Chapter 1 #4
He had one hand on my ass, the other roaming my front, and he didn’t seem to mind when I started moving.
“That’s it. Hold still.” I fisted his hair to hold him in place, and I moved faster. I thrust in and out of his mouth, and all I got from him was encouragement. The guy liked having his mouth fucked. “Can I do this to your sexy ass later?”
He nodded quickly.
That’s my boy.
“Christ, you’re good,” I whispered. “Take all of me.” I pushed deeper, and he screwed his eyes shut harder and focused on breathing through his nose. “Perfect. So fucking perfect.” I groaned as the pressure built up within me.
His fingers were still digging into my ass cheek by the time I was balls deep, so I stopped holding back altogether. I started fucking his throat forcefully, and I noticed he was stroking himself.
My grip on his hair had to be painful, but he clearly didn’t mind. If anything, the rougher I was on him, the more he liked it.
Heaven.
If he’d come this far, he might get on board with my fantasy. I grabbed his head with both hands, told him to relax his throat, and essentially jackhammered my cock in and out of him.
My heart was officially pounding, and I began panting.
“Fucking hell, Nate.” I clenched my jaw. “Almost there. Fuck.”
He moaned and whimpered around me. Choked a bit too. I let him come up for air, but he didn’t like that. He forced me back in, making me exhale a laugh. Who was this fucking guy? A dream come true, that’s what.
“Swallow everything I give you,” I commanded, out of breath. “Every damn drop. And don’t come.”
His eyes flashed open, and he glared.
I grinned. “You’re not getting yourself off. That’s my job.”
I had no words to describe how good he felt. And how hot he looked with my cock in his mouth. With saliva and pre-come glistening across his lips.
I couldn’t stop myself. I fucked his throat as hard as I wanted to, and I let go. The pleasure took over, crashing down on me, coursing through me, and I came in hot spurts.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I groaned.
God-fucking-dammit.
I shuddered and withdrew a little, the last of my release pumping out to coat the roof of his mouth.
I blew out a harsh breath and peered down at him.
He hummed and swirled his tongue around my cock, and he sucked me clean before pulling back.
“Get up here,” I panted.
He didn’t waste a second. He rose to his feet, and I grabbed him by the throat and kissed him hard. It made him moan and throw his arms around me, and I got to taste more than mint and coffee on his tongue.
“Will you be offended if I call you a good boy?” I half joked.
He chuckled breathlessly and pulled up my sweats. “No, but it’s not really my kink, so to speak.”
Well, hello.
I inched back. “Do you have kinks?”
The corners of his mouth twisted up. “I don’t know. I’ve read about some. I’m definitely not a sub.”
Hint taken. But he knew about kink.
“I like Japanese bondage,” he admitted.
All right, all right. I leaned in and kissed him again. “But you’re okay with bottoming?”
“More than.” He shivered as I slipped my hands down his pants and grabbed at his ass. I hadn’t seen it yet, and I was itching to. “I like both. I, um… I actually usually prefer to top, but some guys draw out the bottom in me.”
“Some guys, huh?”
“Mmm…like you.” He dragged his hands up my abs, up my chest… “I’ve thought about you fucking me all day.”
Damn, boy.
I licked my lips and kneaded his ass. “Tongue first,” I said, kissing his jaw. “I want you on all fours in my bed within sixty seconds, and then I’mma eat you out.”
He whispered a curse and shuddered. “Um…yeah, I’m gonna shower first. I’ve been working all day.”
I let out a chuckle. “Fair enough.”
Good thing my shower fit two.
Since we were in there together, I took over again. I couldn’t help myself. My hands had to be on him at all times. I washed him, he washed me, and we made out like fucking teenagers. It was nuts. And once he was comfortable, I spun him around, and he slapped his hands to the mosaics.
I switched the showerhead to the rain function before I sank to my knees behind him.
“You haven’t asked about my kinks,” I noted.
“Because they’re clear as day.” His chuckle echoed. “You’re a Dom, right?”
I shrugged to myself. I hadn’t thought in those exact terms yet, but sure, I wanted to be in charge.
He let out a long breath as I eased my hands over his perfect ass and parted the cheeks. Now that I’d seen said ass, there wasn’t a chance in hell I’d settle for a hookup. I mean, I’d known that before, but…goddamn. His ass was the sexiest fucking thing.
“Probably,” I replied eventually. “There’s a lot I wanna explore.”
I kissed his ass and licked it teasingly, and he shivered violently.
“Jesus,” he whispered. “What, um…what kinds of kinks?”
“Primal play. Daddykink, maybe. I’m not sure. I’m new at it.” I rubbed the pad of my thumb over his opening. “Sadism, definitely. Rapeplay and mindfucks.”
His breaths turned shallow. He was so turned on that his reactions couldn’t be easier for me to read.
At some point, I had to practice patience, ’cause right now, I had none of it.
I’d thought I did…
Why was I so eager with him? It was bordering on pathetic.
I gave up the moment he said, “I’m beyond ready,” all breathless and shit.
So, fuck it. He wanted it. I craved it.
I rose to my feet and stroked some oil onto my cock.
“Feel free to act out your rapeplay fantasies with me,” he said.
Mother of Christ.
We’d discuss that later, for sure.
But not right now.
I glued my gaze to where I pushed the head of my cock, and I spread the oil around his tight ass. Slow inch by slow inch, I forced myself inside him. My eyes nearly rolled back at the pleasure.
For several beats, I only heard our labored breathing and the water gushing down.
I swallowed dryly and pressed my face against his neck.
Fuck me, he felt incredible.
No wonder some people hated condoms. Having only gone bareback once with my high school boyfriend, I’d fucking forgotten. Actually, I didn’t recall it’d felt this good that time, because I’d been a fumbling idiot who’d been too nervous to enjoy it.
I squeezed Nate to me and slid my hands up and down his torso. Up to his throat, down to his cock.
“Roll your hips,” I commanded quietly. “Pull away slowly, and then push back again.”
He moaned and complied.
At the same time, I fisted his cock tightly.
“Fuck yourself on my cock,” I murmured. “If you wanna get off faster, pick up the pace.”
He didn’t wait long. He realized quickly that when he pushed back against me, I moved my hand up his cock. Then when he withdrew, I stroked him downward.
“Oh fuck,” he breathed. “I won’t last long.”
That was okay. I wasn’t done with him. This couldn’t be our only night.
He set the pace from there on out. He fucked himself on me fast and hard, and neither of us held back. Our groans bounced and echoed in the shower, and my breaths turned shallow within minutes.
It wasn’t until I noticed he was straining, like he couldn’t go hard enough, that I took over. With a tight grip on his hip, I started fucking him harder. I stroked him too, and when he tried to help out, I batted his hand away.
“Keep your hands on the wall,” I panted.
“I’m close,” he rasped.
I took a deep breath and smelled us in the steam, all sex and body wash, and he made my mouth water. I redoubled my efforts until he finally let go with a long, breathless groan.
I swallowed repeatedly and sank my teeth into his shoulder, and I watched the ropes of come splash against the tiles.
It sent me fucking flying.
A few weeks later
Philadelphia
Nathan Mills
I opened the door and glared up at the damn bell that jangled every time someone entered the pizzeria.
After working here for almost a year, I was ready to throw that damn bell out on the street.
“Ibra!” I hollered. He was probably in the back. He was a decent boss, the pay was almost fair—but he was cheap too. He refused to hire an extra hand, so he worked the ovens by himself. Sometimes, his wife and sister joined, but it was rare.
“One minute!” he hollered back.
I yawned and sat down on one of the stools by the counter.
It was a small place. They had two booths that were empty for the most part, and then a counter with six stools.
People wanted to eat their pizza at home.
On a Saturday night like this one, we had four guys doing deliveries.
“Okay, good to go, good to go.” He scurried out with a huge stack of pizza boxes.
I reached for the ticket and instantly frowned. I knew that address. And A. Riley? That was Ash.
Was he hosting a party?
“I’ll see you tomorrow, yes?”
Huh? I glanced up. “My shift’s not over till midnight.”
“No, man,” he laughed. “Your friend called and asked how many pizzas he had to order to get you the night off with full pay. I tell him…? Twenty pizzas! And he ordered them all.”
My eyes widened.
He had to be fucking joking.
“Go, go!” Ibra legit shooed me off. “But you put gas in the car, you hear?”
Christ. “Y-yeah, of course.” I always did. It was the one upside to working for him. Late shift on Saturday and early shift on Sunday meant we could keep the car overnight, as long as it was parked in a garage.
Ash had a garage.
I grabbed the twenty damn pizza boxes and stumbled out the door and toward the car.
Was Ash for real?
I mean, I’d known he had a sweet side since the first day, but this was insane.
I knocked on his door with my sneaker. The boxes were getting heavy—
He always opened the door so fast. Did the doorman give him a heads-up every time? Even when I had the code?
He smiled widely. “Great! Dinner’s here.” He stepped forward and grabbed all the boxes.
A breath gusted out of me.
“Close the door, lose the clothes, and take a seat on the couch,” he instructed.
“Um, I have questions,” I said, dumbfounded. I shrugged out of my windbreaker and kicked off my shoes.
“Don’t worry, I have answers,” he replied. He’d disappeared around the corner. “First of all, yes, you’ll meet my mother tomorrow morning when we drop these pies off at the shelter. Secondly, we’re keeping one—because I’m starving. And third of all, yes, I bought the ginger ale you like.”
See, I hadn’t wondered about any of that.
Wait. I was meeting his mom?
That had to mean this was serious. So, we were like…dating, right?
I felt a smile tug at my lips as I walked farther in.
Oh wow. He’d lit two candles, and he’d prepared the couch with sheets and his covers.
“Sit down,” he repeated. “For the rest of the night, you’re gonna relax, eat pizza, watch movies, and make out with your boyfriend.”
My boyfriend.
I grinned. “You did all this for me?”
He smiled and rejoined me with one of the pizzas. “You need to rest, baby. You work way too much. So I figured, this is how I can help out every now and then. Oh, and I give great foot rubs.”
Fucking hell, sensory overload. If he was trying to get me to fall in love with him, he was succeeding a little too well.
But that’s you in a nutshell, Ash. You love freely and in a big way.
When you realize you love something or someone, you let them know right away.
Just like you did with me a few weeks later.
I remember you stood in your little kitchen.
I was setting the table. We were waiting for takeout delivery, and I said something like, “We should eat at the table more often. It feels more official-like. Like it’s a date or we share an everyday life together. ”
You looked up from the dishwasher, stared at me, then rounded the bar and came over to me.
That intense look in your eyes made my stomach tighten, but not in a bad way.
“Yeah, that did it,” you murmured. “I want that with you. An everyday life together, I mean. ’Cause, uh…I, uh, I fell hard for you, Nathan. I love you.”
I think that was the first time I felt like I was smiling with my entire body. As in I felt that smile in every fiber of my being, and I blurted out, “Holy shit. I mean, I’m in love with you too. How could I not be?”
You flashed that intoxicating grin of yours and kissed me hard.