54. Indy #2
His hand is shoved underneath my body, fingers wrapped around my cock. He’s not stroking me, just keeping my cock trapped in his fist, but every time I rock my hips into him, I get rewarded with a bit of friction.
I chase it shamelessly, writhing underneath him.
I turn my head and find his mouth in a sloppy kiss that’s all violent need, teeth, and tongues.
He lets go of my cock, and I make a sound of protest, but then he’s kneading my ass and pulling the cheeks apart, cool air hitting my hole. I start to shamelessly fuck into the mattress.
It’s not even close to enough to take the edge off, but before I can let out a frustrated growl, his fingers slide over the crease of my ass, finding the sensitive skin around my hole.
My ass clenches on reflex around his fingers, and his chest vibrates against my back when he laughs quietly.
“Nervous?” he murmurs.
I shake my head.
His fingers move over my opening again before he rolls off me and squeezes my ass cheek. “On your hands and knees,” he says hoarsely.
I don’t think I’ve ever moved as fast in my life as I scramble to do what he says.
“Don’t you dare fucking laugh,” I warn him, but when I glance at him over my shoulder, he’s looking at me with so much hunger I can barely breathe.
He starts teasing me open, one wet fingertip pushing inside me while I force myself to relax while he presses deeper inside me.
“Christ, you’re tight,” he murmurs into my ear, sucking the lobe between his lips.
I close my eyes and push my hips back, forcing his finger deeper into me.
“It’s… been a while.”
His finger stills for a moment. “How long?”
Of course he asks about the one thing I have no interest in discussing right now.
He starts to slide his finger in and out of my ass when I don’t answer. My hole clenches around him when he finds my prostate.
“Oh fuck,” I whisper.
“Yeah, Blue,” he says. “You like having my fingers in your ass, don’t you?”
The way he says my sounds almost like he’s trying to make sure I won’t forget who’s giving me these intense sensations. Like there’s even a chance of that happening.
“Fuck, you’re sexy like this,” he says.
He pushes a second finger inside me, and his other hand goes to my cock, slowly jacking me while he pumps his fingers in and out.
“Shit, this feels good,” I gasp as I push my hips back, meeting his thrusts, my balls tightening at the sensation of fullness as he fingers my ass, and there’s something familiar but also new in his touch.
He pushes deeper, rubbing the pads of his fingers over my prostate again.
Fucking hell, yes.
Blood rushes in my ears. Every time I thrust my hips forward, I push my cock into his fist. When I move back, I have his fingers deep in my ass.
It’s so many sensations at once that my brain finds it difficult to process.
I push my ass out, silently asking for more.
He delivers with the wet heat of his tongue against my opening.
My breath whooshes out of me, and I squeeze my eyes shut. He takes another lick, his hands spreading my cheeks open, his tongue laving over my hole.
My toes curl and I fist the sheets when the tip of his tongue pushes into my hole. My cock jerks, slapping against my stomach, a trail of precum stretching from the tip to my abdomen.
He hums against my hole and a shiver shoots through my body.
Nick alternates between licking over my opening with the flat of his tongue and thrusting into me with the tip.
When he slides a finger inside me again, I shove my hips back. There’s a distant coil of orgasm tightening inside me.
I push back onto his tongue and fingers, wordlessly asking for more.
“Blue,” he says in a choked voice. It’s my love song. My name on his lips, delivered in that throaty gravel.
He rubs his fingertips over my hole and then I feel him kneeling behind me. He clutches my ass cheek and pushes against me, the blunt head of his cock sliding over my entrance, slick with precum and spit.
“Turn around,” he says in that same wrecked voice.
I do as he says.
He reaches into the drawer and pulls out lube and a condom, holding it up between two fingers.
“Do I need this, Blue?”
I swallow. “I’ve been tested. Haven’t been with anybody in a while.”
He tosses the condom to the side and flicks the cap of the lube bottle open. I let out a curse when cold liquid drizzles down my balls.
“You did that on purpose,” I gasp.
He lets out a strained laugh. “That’s how I do most things, Blue. You’ve already forgotten that?”
I don’t have the capacity for a reply because then his hand goes between my legs, and he’s rubbing the lube around my entrance and pushing his fingers inside me again.
I spread my legs. His eyes are hot, locked on his fingers inside me.
I groan at the burn. There’s something about it I’ve always enjoyed.
“You look so good like this,” he says in a low voice, never looking away. He curls his fingers inside me, and my hips slam up. “So sensitive. All spread open just for me.”
“Nicholas,” I pant, eyes squeezed shut to try and hold on to at least the bit of composure I have left.
He pulls his fingers out of me, taking all the good sensations he was coaxing out of me with them.
Then he’s moving above me, his dick sliding through the crease of my ass.
He fists his cock and rubs the head over my opening, his other arm holding his weight above me.
I wrap my hand around his wrist, suddenly increasingly sure I need some point of contact with reality.
We’re both panting, worked up, and needy. He teases me open excruciatingly slowly with the tip.
When the crown of his cock slides inside me, he freezes above me, muscles tightening in his arm.
“Fucking hell, Blue,” he gasps.
He pushes in slowly, like he’s feeling every single inch. His body above me is so fucking familiar, and that feeling makes the whole experience even more intense.
It’s all the same. He’s the same Nick from all those years ago. He smells the same. He sinks into me the same. My chest jolts the same as every other time in my life I’ve watched him move inside me with that blissed-out look on his face.
It’s too much and not enough.
He groans. “I was going to savor you.”
This is dangerous. I don’t want to feel this mess of emotions and onslaught of memories.
I don’t need this to be a vice around my neck, choking me with what can never be.
We have twenty-four hours, and that’ll be it.
I don’t need to leave here with all the scars torn open and all the fractures newly broken.
I want him to make me feel good and then I want to close the door on us for good.
I hook my leg around his hips and press my heel into his ass, pulling him deeper inside me. “Savor me later, fuck me now. I need it.”
He pushes all the way into me, balls against my ass, cock as deep as it can go. We both moan. He stretches me wide open. Fits inside me perfectly.
The fervent need he ignites inside me is just as powerful as I remember.
Shivers race over my skin, flashes of heat, all of it as good as the first time he was ever inside me.
I slam my eyes shut at the sensation of being filled by Nick.
I don’t know why it’s always been more with him.
Why all our intimate moments together have always been so much more powerful than any others I’ve experienced in my life.
“Fuck me,” he pants, his body trembling above mine. “Fuck me, Blue, you feel so good. It’s been so long. You have no idea.”
I have all the ideas. My body is shaking with pleasure already. I know exactly how it feels to be this close to him after all these years. To be full of Nick.
He drops forward and captures my lips with his, kissing me hungrily. His hips move back, and when he moves forward again, his tongue slides into my mouth at the same time as his cock pushes into my ass.
He pulls his mouth away and runs his fingers through my hair almost gently before he suddenly grips it, pulls almost all the way out of me, then thrusts forward fast. He’s hard and greedy above me. His mouth is hovering just above mine, swallowing every sound that falls from my lips.
He moves again. Even harder. The stunned pleasure begins to climb inside me.
He grips my hair, balances on his forearm, and starts to fuck me. And kiss me. Until we’re nothing but two bodies of raw, sweaty, gasping need.
I grab the headboard and meet his every thrust. My cock is trapped between our bodies. There’s no point trying to jerk myself off. The feel of Nick’s cock sliding in and out of me in those deep strokes is enough.
“God, the way you stretch around me,” he breathes into my ear. “I want to hear you come, Blue. Need to hear it.”
He’s about to get his wish.
He bites his lower lip, eyes closed, keeping control with clear effort. His hips slam into me over and over, cock sliding in and out.
I’m so close, barely holding on. Every part of me is taut with tension, muscles straining, aching for release. My hands are clutching the headboard so tightly I’m surprised it doesn’t crack.
Even though I’ve been suspended on the edge, the release, when it comes, is still a sudden, perfect storm. Abrupt and hitting me seemingly out of nowhere.
My body clenches around him. My head slams back on the mattress. My cock pulses almost painfully, jet after jet of cum releasing between our bodies.
The pleasure is like a tornado. It swirls through me, crashes into me, takes me apart.
Nick straightens above me, grabs my hips and hammers into me. His thrusts become hard and erratic as he chases his own orgasm.
He cries out my name when he comes then collapses on top of me. His hand goes back into my hair, clutching it, holding me close. I get lost in the bliss of the moment, letting myself soak in it fully. My stomach is sticky with my release and Nick is sprawled on top of me, still inside me.
His tongue darts out and flicks over the shell of my ear, and when a shiver runs through me, he laughs softly.
It’s then that it fully hits me how thoroughly I fucked up.
What a colossal mistake this was.
Nothing is fixed.
Everything is worse.
And this?
This is going to hurt.