Indy
TWENTY-FOUR
I try to set ground rules for myself at first, but I fail pretty quickly simply because I’m not really trying that hard to follow them anyway.
Every time the two of us are alone inevitably ends the same way: with us plastered together against the nearest flat surface.
And the rush of being with him is always so powerful that I forget everything I might have told myself about being careful.
I’m lying on my stomach with Nick half on top of me. He presses his nose against my shoulder blade, inhales, and sinks his teeth into my shoulder.
A shiver races over my skin.
The sun is setting outside my window. Mom and Dad left a few hours ago to go to Baltimore for some work party of Mom’s, so it’s just the two of us. The moment the door shut behind them, I dragged Nick upstairs to my room, where he sucked me off while I tried to stay upright against the door.
Now we’re sprawled out on my bed. Nick kisses my back and rakes his teeth over the place where my neck meets my shoulder. His hands roam all over me, everywhere he can reach. There are calluses on his palms, and his skin is hot against mine.
“You smell like cum,” he murmurs into my ear, and I snort out a laugh. I throw a look over my shoulder.
“I wonder whose fault that is?”
“Fault? It was a compliment. You make my dick hard like this.”
I hum and hide my face in my arms. “Is it some kind of caveman instinct where you’ve marked me with your scent?”
His nose moves over the upper part of my spine and then he’s nuzzling my hair. “Maybe.”
His lips latch onto the nape of my neck.
Goosebumps prickle on my skin.
My toes curl.
I reach behind and squeeze his hip before I move up to his ass and slide my palm over it. The hairs on his upper thigh tickle my palm. I massage his buttocks, and he grows hard against my ass with a groan.
“Great,” he murmurs into my ear and bites down on the lobe. “You’ve awoken the beast.”
I snort out a laugh and grin at him. “Oh no. Does that mean… the world is in grave danger?”
His body shakes with laughter, but he makes himself scowl, even if his lips keep twitching. “This is serious.”
“I know, I know. Let me think. What can we do? What can we do? Oh! Do you think exhausting it would work?”
His teeth graze over my neck. “What do you have in mind?”
My heart gives a loud thump.
“Want to play hide the monster?”
His lips press against the nape of my neck. “I don’t know. It’s a pretty big monster. Where would it even fit?”
I push my ass up. Then I glance over my shoulder.
“You’re a smart guy. I’m sure you can think of somewhere.”
His lips stop moving, and there’s a beat of silence that extends between us.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
“No,” I say, and I’m only half joking. I want it.
Doesn’t stop me from being nervous, though.
Also doesn’t stop me trusting him. I pat his hip and push my ass more firmly against his hips.
“Hurry up. The fate of the world is in your hands,” I joke to hide the little ball of nerves that has started gathering in my belly.
He laughs, but then he’s kissing my back again, rubbing his body against mine. Bit by bit, I relax into the mattress. For a while, he doesn’t do anything else, just kisses every inch of my skin he can reach until I’m jelly under his touch.
Then he starts moving lower.
I’m being seduced. With lips on my back, hands roaming everywhere, and fingertips digging into my hips.
I close my eyes and imagine him behind me in all his tall, dark, handsome glory. My skin feels hypersensitive from his kisses and the feel of his long, hard body over mine.
I push my forehead into my folded arms and try to predict where his lips will land next. It’s part distraction and part teasing myself.
My whole body jerks in surprise when his hand goes to my ass and he starts to knead one cheek. I draw in a quick, shallow breath.
He leans over me and sucks my earlobe between his lips.
“I’m going to make this good for you,” he murmurs into my ear. “I promise.”
I lick my suddenly dry lips and nod into my arms.
“I know.” My voice is hoarse. It betrays the nerves. I don’t want him to stop, though.
He licks down my spine, leaving a cool, wet path behind. I shiver. He moves lower, down to the base of my spine. He runs his finger down the crease of my ass gently. This is familiar. I’ve had his fingers in my ass more times than I can count by now.
What I don’t expect is for his tongue to follow the same path.
My breath comes out in heavy puffs.
“Spread your legs,” he says in a low voice. And he waits. Finger still between my ass cheeks.
My stomach clenches with a mix of nerves and desire. My cock stiffens between my legs.
I do as he says. I spread my legs.
The back of my neck is burning hot, and my face is on fire.
This is new. Him spreading my cheeks farther apart, then doing nothing. Other than looking, I suspect. I’m pretty sure my whole body is red at this point.
I fight the urge to close my legs, because apparently I’m a fucking prude at heart.
He lowers his head, and I have a second to feel the strands of his hair tickle my skin before he licks over my hole.
I suck in a breath and every muscle in my body tenses almost to the point of pain.
“Relax,” he says, amusement ringing out loud and clear in his voice.
“I’ll get right on it,” I say into my arms.
He licks me again. His hands push my cheeks wider. This is the most exposed I’ve ever felt in my whole life. A thousand different emotions race through me, and I’m not really sure what I feel at this point.
I breathe, force myself to count in my head along with my breaths to stop myself from panting.
He keeps licking me, his tongue taking long swipes along the crack of my ass.
I might not be a hundred percent sure about what to feel, but my dick is definitely into it. It presses into the mattress, rock hard, starved for pressure.
I’m not even sure when I start doing it, but there’s a point where it registers that I’m rutting into the mattress to get more pressure.
There’s a distinct feeling of overstimulation as a result of trying to fuck my dick into the mattress, while Nick is licking my hole.
I can’t pinpoint the exact moment it happens, but somewhere along the way, the feel of his tongue against my hole goes from this is weird to a kind of slowly growing bliss. At first it gets my dick hard, and then because it gets my dick hard, I need more.
I carefully spread my legs a bit wider. He hums, and it makes his tongue vibrate against my hole. His hands knead my cheeks, and his face is buried in my ass.
I start to push my hips into the mattress more urgently. It goes from slow, hesitant thrusts to a rotating motion that rubs my dick into the sheets, because rimming, it turns out, is a fucking tease.
Somewhere in there, I faintly realize, the nerves have been replaced with pure need. He prods my hole with the tip of his tongue, fucking it with short, fast stabs.
I grip the sheets, drops of sweat running down my back.
And all the while, the need inside me grows.
His tongue is hot and wet inside me, and where it felt like a lot when he first pushed it into me, it’s not enough anymore.
I’m spread out underneath him, breathing heavily, strung tight, fucking the mattress, searching for more.
I wanted him to fuck me. I don’t think I knew what I was asking for before. It was an abstract idea.
Now he’s made me want it. He’s made me desperate. Eager. I-will-die-if-you-don’t-do-something eager.
I want to be stretched.
Filled.
I need to have something, anything, release the tightness that’s pulling my body taut as a wire.
With his tongue still pressed against my opening, he pushes a finger inside. I push back against it. Try to force it deeper. He slides his palm over my lower back. His finger curls inside me.
I don’t have time to prepare myself for the sudden burst of pleasure that races through my body and makes my limbs feel liquid.
“Fuuuuck!” I rasp.
His lips, now pressed against the curve of my ass curl into a smile.
He rubs that spot again, and I’m panting like I’ve been running a mile at full speed.
He does it again. I moan.
It’s like he’s forcing me closer to the edge. Like he’s pushing me, and my body isn’t mine anymore. It’s his to manipulate and torment and take.
In some distant part of my brain, I faintly register a click. When his finger pushes inside me again, it’s wet, cool, and slippery.
He goes deeper this time.
It still isn’t enough.
He pulls it out and slides back in, slow and measured, but it’s still not enough.
And the desperation starts to grow. It starts to eat me alive.
“More,” I say.
His lips curve against the base of my spine this time.
He adds a second finger. It’s better. The scrape of skin on the tight muscle. More pleasure coils in my belly.
“More.” This time it’s a demand, not a plea.
He pushes his fingers deeper and leans over my back. “Now imagine it’s my cock inside you and not just my fingers.”
I glance over my shoulder. My nose bumps into his.
“I’m starting to think you’re all talk,” I say.
He smiles, and then he’s kissing me.
He pulls away and grabs a condom from the bedside table. With every second he’s gone, I start to feel a tiny bit more tense. A bit more nervous again. The sound of the condom wrapper being torn open and the squirt of lube doesn’t really help.
His fingers move to my hole again a second later, spreading the lube, making me so thoroughly slick that I’m starting to suspect that I’ll slide off the bed if he adds any more. He thrusts his fingers back inside me, and I groan at the stretch.
“On your knees,” he says. “Grab the headboard.”
My body feels like jelly, but I do as he says. His arm wraps around my waist, his fingers still in my ass, and a soft breath escapes his lips.
“You have no idea how fucking hot you look like this,” he says.
I turn my head, and my dick jerks at the sight of him kneeling behind me.
Then he’s moving closer. His fingers are now gone, leaving me empty and aching. A bit hesitant. A lot needy.
The head of his dick is rubbing up and down the crease of my ass.
He wraps his fingers around the base and then starts to push against my opening. There’s resistance, and I squirm, and yeah, no, I don’t know how I feel about this. It’s…
I swallow and close my eyes, forcing myself to relax.
He holds still. I push back.
The tip slides in.
His fingers were one thing. This? This burns past the point of being sexy.
I hiss out a breath between my teeth.
Waves of hot and cold rush over my skin. It’s reminiscent of having a fever. My knuckles whiten where I’m gripping the headboard.
Too much, I think. I’m not sure I can do this.
Nick’s grip tightens on my hip. He slides his palm down my back.
“Oh fuck,” he breathes out. “Fuck. Blue… Fuck. You’re so fucking tight.”
The choked tone and the echo of bliss that accompany every word make a shiver run down my spine. Somehow, without realizing I’m doing it, I push back the tiniest bit.
The guttural groan he lets out when he sinks deeper stokes the dormant fire inside me.
“More,” I say.
He leans over me, chest plastered against my back, and puts his hands on top of mine where they’re clutching the headboard.
He slides in another inch. This time we both groan.
He goes slowly, even though it’s clearly taking a lot of effort to do so. Inch by inch.
By the time his hips are flush against my ass we’re both shaking.
He leans his forehead against the nape of my neck, panting, his body twitching with the effort of keeping still.
My own breathing is just as ragged.
“Okay?” he asks in a strained voice.
I can’t find my voice. Thoughts are difficult to set in order.
I manage a nod.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about this,” he says. “Being inside you. Does it feel good?”
“Yes,” I gasp, nodding again. “Yes.”
It still burns, but there’s also something else. A hint of pleasure just around the corner. The heat and pressure are overwhelming.
I give an experimental squeeze of my inner muscles, and Nick’s fingers tighten on my hip.
“Fuuuuuck!” he groans.
A drop of sweat slides down my temple. His tone makes me shiver.
“More.” That’s the only word I have left in my vocabulary, it seems.
He pulls out a bit then pushes back in. He does it again. And again. And then he angles his hips and on the next slow thrust, his cock is nudging the same sensitive spot inside me that made me see stars earlier.
There’s a part of me that still insists this is weird. I’m hyperaware of every inch of Nick’s cock as it slides into me.
He rocks his way inside me a small thrust at a time. Out again. In again.
His next stroke in long and slow. All the way out. All the way in. The angle is measured with precision again, and my whole body goes haywire with pleasure.
He starts to move faster.
I reach back and grab the back of his neck. His teeth latch on to my shoulder.
“Harder,” I gasp.
He doesn’t ask if I’m sure. Instead, he does something way hotter. He takes my word for it.
On his next thrust, he slams into me.
He starts to fuck me like he means it.
A thick heat gathers inside me, and each snap of his hips stokes that fire.
My thoughts are obliterated, scattering into fragments.
Loud grunts and groans fill the room.
Everything about this moment is hard and animalistic and primal.
He slides his hand around my neck and pulls my head back before he leans over and kisses me. Our tongues tangle as Nick thrusts into me over and over again, and I grab my dick.
Nick growls from deep in his chest. His thrusts go harder, and I’m fisting my cock more than jerking it, the pressure building and building like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It comes from new places. Places that have never been touched by anybody else. Just him.
Nick’s fucking me so hard the bed is moving. He’s holding me down. Shoving into me. This kind of pleasure is new, too.
It’s a vicious, raw kind of pleasure, and I’m going to come. Oh fuck, I’m going to come. I have to—
I come in a blinding rush. Cum coats my hand in pulse after pulse, and I’m shaking and shivering, finding it difficult to keep my body upright.
Nick stiffens behind me for a moment. He pushes into me so hard it’s like he’s trying to crawl inside me, then he comes with a hoarse shout, fingertips digging into my skin, dick jerking inside me.
Nothing about the orgasms we wring out of each other is gentle or soft. It’s fucking. It’s the kind of sex that’s primal and wild.
And I don’t think I’ll ever be the same after this.
It takes a while for me to come back to reality. I become aware of everything bit by bit. The sound of Nick’s heavy breathing against the shell of my ear. The feel of him on top of me and the cool night air coming in from the cracked window. Nick’s hand gently playing with my hair.
It’s impossibly peaceful.
The knowledge settles over me like a soft, warm blanket.
That this? This is something special.
It’s something extraordinary and unique and significant and perfect and special.
Neither of us says anything.
Probably because there’s nothing to say. Nothing that’d make any of this smaller. Or simpler. Or less significant than it is.