Chapter 18
Nick
The picnic and movie turned out better than I’d expected. Thanks to Trevor’s help, the food was delicious. Henry had thirds, which spoke louder than words that he’d enjoyed dinner. We’d both seen the movie before, so we spent more time talking quietly, than watching.
Henry helped me pack up after the credits ended, and he surprised me by slipping his fingers through mine as we walked back to my complex. I squeezed his hand to make sure he didn’t pull away. I’d been out since I was eighteen, but no one I dated ever held my hand in public. Until Henry.
We didn’t talk much for most of the ten minute walk back to my building. It was nice because neither of us felt we needed to fill the quiet time we were enjoying.
“Thank you for planning such an amazing date,” Henry said when we reached the parking lot. “I was wondering if you’d like to spend the night at my place? No pressure, of course, but I really like falling asleep next to you.”
Relief washed over me. I’d been trying to bring this up since we left the park.
Him being Trevor’s cousin, I was afraid he’d be uncomfortable at our place, but I didn’t want to invite myself over.
“I’d love to,” I said, unable to keep the smile off my face.
“I wanted to ask you to stay at my place, but figured you might feel weird with Trevor there.”
Henry’s eyes crinkled as he smiled. “I don’t care if Trevor’s in the next room, but I think we’d both be more comfortable at my condo.”
He wasn’t wrong. Trevor would never be a jerk, but I think we’d both have it in the back of our minds he was on the other side of the wall. “Let me drop this stuff off and get some clothes for tomorrow. I’ll even remember to bring a tie.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Henry said playfully. “I think you look good wearing mine.”
The insecure part of me thought Henry suggested I looked better in his expensive ties, but my brain squashed that quickly.
Henry was flirting and I didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable.
“Thanks, but I’d prefer to wear my own. Nothing screams booty call louder than wearing an unfamiliar tie around Brenda. ”
Henry snickered at first, trying to hold back a laugh. “Booty call?”
I held up my free hand, enjoying the easy way we joked with each other. “Her words. I mean the first time I wore a new shirt and tie I’d bought with Alex, and Brenda grilled me asking if I had a sugar daddy or something.”
The way Henry looked at me, I’d said too much.
Given the disparity in our finances, he probably wondered if I saw him that way.
I stopped walking and pulled on our linked hands.
“That’s not how I see you, Henry. You’ve been wonderful about trying to keep things as equal as we can.
Tonight is a prime example. I never once felt like you were disappointed in my next to no cost date. ”
“Good,” he smiled and I felt his tension ease. “Spending time with you is more important than what we do. Tonight was special. Not because of what it cost, but because you took the time to plan it for me. I’m glad you get me well enough to know that’s what matters most.”
I wasn’t sure I knew it mattered most, but I was certain he wouldn’t look down on me for what I’d planned. “Good. And that’s why I’m going to remember to bring a tie tonight to keep Brenda guessing.”
“Fair enough.”
Passing through his lobby was starting to feel a bit less unnerving. I associated the building with Henry, not opulence or wealth. The front desk person waved to Henry, but otherwise didn’t react to us holding hands as we headed for the elevators.
Inside his condo, I relaxed even more. My comfort level with Henry increased every time we were together. I saw his home as an extension of him. I almost said ‘go me’ for being more comfortable around his wealth, but I wasn’t there yet.
Henry took my bag, disappeared for a moment, and came back looking happy. “Would you like to listen to some music, or are you tired and want to get ready for bed?”
I loved that he always let me take things at my pace. In the shower, it was clear we both wanted more, but he still gave me the control. I was ready to hand it back to him. “I’d like to go to bed, but not to go to sleep.”
“That might be the cutest way anyone’s ever told me they want to get naked with me,” he said stepping into my space, and wrapping me in his arms.
I hadn’t been going for cute, but whatever. It had worked. Emboldened, I decided to be more direct. “I want to do more than just be naked.”
Henry’s eyes darkened as he rested his head against my shoulder.
“That can be arranged,” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear.
“Why don’t we get ready to be naked in bed?
” He punctuated his suggestion with a quick, teasing kiss that left me wanting more.
This time, I was reasonably sure I’d get what I wanted.
Henry:
I leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom, watching as Nick brushed his teeth.
He was down to his boxers, the rest of his clothes scattered on the floor.
My gaze trailed down his back, following the curve of his spine to the waistband of his boxers.
I knew I was staring, but I couldn’t help it. He was beautiful, and I wanted him.
Nick caught my eye in the mirror and grinned, toothpaste foaming at the corners of his mouth. “Should I put a shirt on so you can take it off?” he asked, a playful spark in his eyes.
I shrugged, a smirk tugging at my lips. “You’re fine the way you are,” I said, pulling my own shirt over my head and tossing it aside. Two could play at this game.
Leaving him to finish, I walked into the bedroom.
I checked the nightstand, ensuring I had lube and condoms. Though my angel physiology made me immune to most diseases, Nick and I would need to discuss safety before I presume unprotected sex was an option.
That assumed we were going to fuck, something I didn’t know.
In the face of the unknown, it didn’t hurt to be ready.
Nick emerged from the bathroom a minute later, his breath minty fresh as he leaned in to kiss me. “Don’t make me wait too much longer,” he whispered against my lips, his voice low and sultry.
Smiling, I gave him a gentle push toward the bed. “I won’t.” I said.
I stayed as he climbed into bed. Watching his muscles flex and move, I realized how stunning he was in a way not visible when he had clothes on. He was a marble statue from antiquity come to life.
He motioned for me to go, and I took the hint. I’d get to see more the sooner I finished.
Going through my nightly routine, I resisted the urge to rush. A few seconds wouldn’t change anything, other than give me extra time to compose myself. I imagined Michelangelo using Nick as a model for a statue, but decided I didn’t want to share him with the world. Not yet at least.
Flicking off the bathroom light, Nick was lying on his back when I entered the bedroom. His arms were behind his head and he watched me with a hungry gaze.
Climbing onto the bed, I straddled his hips.
I leaned down to capture his mouth in a deep kiss and Nick moaned into my mouth.
Nick’s lips were soft and yielding, his breath hitching as our tongues met.
His hands roamed over my back, fingers tracing the muscles beneath my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
I could feel his arousal pressing against mine, the thin fabric of our boxers the only barrier between us.
Breaking away from his lips, I trailed kisses down his jaw and neck, tasting the slight saltiness of his skin.
My hands explored his body, running lightly over his smooth skin.
Nick’s fingers tangled in my hair, as he writhed under me.
I kissed his collarbone, his chest, my tongue circling his nipples, making him gasp and arch into my touch.
“Henry...” he whispered, his voice a husky plea.
I smiled, kissing my way lower. When I reached the waistband of his boxers, I looked up at him, a silent request for permission.
He nodded, biting his lower lip in anticipation.
I hooked my fingers into the fabric and pulled, freeing his erection.
He was gorgeous, hard and ready for me. Tossing the last bit of clothing aside, I leaned down and took him into my mouth.
Nick’s hips bucked, a low moan escaping his lips. “Oh, God, Henry...”
I took him deep, my tongue swirling around his length. His fingers tightened in my hair, his body tensing as I brought him closer to the edge. I pulled away before he was too far gone and grinned up at his frustrated groan.
“You’re evil,” he said, but there was no heat in his words.
“You love it.” I tried to suck him some more, but he hauled me up until I was beside him.
“It’s my turn,” he said, shifting his body so he was on top of me.
Nick licked and kissed his way down. He spent extra time teasing my nipples. When he nipped at the nub, I bucked so hard I nearly tossed him off of me.
“Found a spot,” he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
He repeated the move on the other nipple, I flopped my head against the pillow and slapped the bed. “Now who’s evil?”
Ignoring the question, Nick moved lower and bit the waist of my boxer briefs.
He ran his lips over the outline of my cock, before quickly removing the fabric separating him from his prize.
His eyes locked onto my erection, and his tongue inched out to taste me.
“You’re so perfect,” he murmured a moment before taking me into his mouth.
I groaned, the sensation of his warm, wet mouth enveloping me was almost too much. His skilled tongue teased my sensitive head and swirled around my shaft. I could feel the tension building, the pleasure coiling in my gut. I didn’t want to finish just yet.
Gently, I guided him up, and kissed him deeply. I turned my body until I was under him, his cock hovering just above my mouth. Nick quickly understood my intention and positioned himself so his knees rested on either side of my head. He licked my cock like it was an ice cream cone.
“I love this position,” he said just before plunging down to swallow most of my length.
“Me too.” I said, gripping his hips to keep him in place.
I took him into my mouth, my lips wrapping around his shaft, my tongue swirling around his tip.
He mirrored my actions, his warm mouth enveloping me.
He applied exquisite pressure on my cock, sending a wave of pleasure through my body.
We moved in sync, our mouths and hands exploring each other, our moans echoing in the quiet room.
He took me deeper, his throat relaxing to accommodate my length.
I felt the back of his throat, hot and tight, and I groaned, the vibration resonating through his cock in my mouth.
Encouraged, I did the same, taking him deeper until I had my nose buried in his sac.
I wrapped my arms around his body and kept him tight against my face.
We held each other there, our bodies trembling with the effort and the pleasure.
Nick’s body tensed, his breaths coming faster through his nose. I redoubled my efforts, ready to push him over the edge. He must’ve sensed what I was doing, as he did the same to me. His mouth and hand moving in tandem, driving me closer and closer to my own climax.
With my cock buried in Nick’s throat, a loud groan was my only warning. I pulled back, keeping his head in my mouth as his body convulsed. The first volley hit the back of my tongue. I kept him steady as he continued to shoot. When he finished, I swallowed, the taste of him salty and sweet.
The sensation of him coming undone, combined with his ministrations was enough to push me over the edge. I moaned to warn him and he moved his head up just before my body shuddered and my cock throbbed in his mouth.
I kept him inside my mouth and clung to his body as I had one of the most explosive orgasms of my life. He kept steady until my body stopped twitching.
Nick swallowed my load, his moan vibrating through me.
We kept still until Nick pulled off my cock with a loud pop. He spun around and lay next to me curling his body around mine. I turned my head and kissed him. The kiss was slow and languid, full of satisfied passion. He broke away, a soft smile on his face, his eyes shining with contentment.
I pulled him closer, wrapping my arms around him, our bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. He rested his head on my chest, his breaths slowing, his body relaxing into mine. I could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong, matching my own.
“That was incredible,” he said.
Uncoiling our bodies, I moved until our heads were on the pillows. He pulled the sheet over us and wiggled until he nestled his head against my chest.
I stroked his hair, and felt Nick’s hold on my heart tighten. “You’re incredible,” I whispered.
We stayed with his head on my chest, until he rolled onto his side. I took the hint, and pulled his naked body against mine. His breath slowed as he relaxed into me. Our heartbeats thudded in unison, a reminder of how intertwined our souls had become.
A minute later, I knew he’d drifted off to sleep. I couldn’t read his mind, but his body let go of all the fears and anxiety he carried around and he fully relaxed for the first time since I’d met him. It gave me a huge rush that I brought him such peace.