8. Carter #3
When I threw my T-shirt onto the floor, Nate moved around and was on top of me before I could yelp.
I fell back on the sofa, and this gorgeous man towered over me.
He lowered his hips until they rested over mine, his abdomen only lightly touching my bare body, and he pressed his fists into the seat of the sofa on either side of my head.
Looking into my eyes, he paused. The sadness was gone.
Anger, too. What was left was pure attraction with only a sliver of concern. “Are you sure about this, Carter?”
“I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life,” I said, and it wasn’t a lie.
“Oh, God,” he whispered. “I want you.”
“I want you,” I echoed quietly as our bodies melted into one another.
His torso pressed against mine as he lowered his head and kissed me as passionately as I had never been kissed.
Somehow, I knew a moment of pride that I had been right when I imagined that Nate was a good kisser.
He could pace it so perfectly that I was never bored.
He kissed me gently and passionately in turns, thrusting his tongue to explore my mouth when his lust ran wild, then pulling back and feeling my lips and face with his mouth.
“You’re such a beautiful young man,” he whispered while my hands traveled the length and width of his back. And when I dared to reach lower to grab his ass, he grunted he slammed his mouth over mine, kissing me harder.
More, I thought. I want so much more.
Sliding my hands under the waistband of his underwear and pants, I felt the warm skin of his ass, but that wasn’t where my interests lay. I could appreciate a nicely shaped peach, but it was his cock I lusted after.
And when I succeeded in moving my hands over his hips and to the front, Nate’s breathing sped up.
Flutters exploded all through my body when my fingers found his thick cock, and he throbbed. When I wrapped my hand around it, my pulse doubled, and I moaned in a high-pitched voice with all the desperation rocking my body.
Nate pushed himself away, and my hands fell out, but only briefly.
He unbuckled his belt and pulled it out, tossing it on the floor.
As he pulled the zipper down and undid the top button, my mouth watered with desire.
All my dreams were coming true in the span of a single hour.
If only I were brave enough to demand what I wanted, I could get it.
If I had the courage to fight for it and the patience to fail at it, it would ultimately be mine.
He pulled his pants down to reveal a pair of black boxer briefs. His dick pitched a tent of intimidating size, lifting the fabric off his right hip. He wore a determined expression on his face as he lifted each knee and pulled his pants down, then yanked them off completely.
My heated breaths made my chest rise and fall quicker than I would have liked.
“Are you nervous?” Nate purred, his hands resting on my legs.
I undid my zipper and button, too, and slowly peeled the pants down my legs.
When they were around my knees, Nate took over, dragging the denim all the way down.
“I’m not,” I said. But as he threw my pants on the floor and began dragging his hands up my smooth legs, I knew a moment of anxiety.
Please don’t be a size queen, I prayed silently in an instant that filled me with worry.
It was not a thing that ever bothered me unless it bothered him.
But when his finger hooked inside the waistband of my underwear, I decided I had nothing to worry about.
Whatever happened next was out of my control.
Nate pulled my briefs down, and his eyes widened with interest, his face hard and neck stiff. “Carter,” he whispered. “You are so perfect.”
At just over four inches, my dick stood at full mast, throbbing with desire, leaping at his sweet, sexy voice.
I had gone through periods when I totally lacked confidence because of it, but the older I got, the less it mattered.
The real fun for me wasn’t in playing with my dick at all.
But I had never heard anyone call me perfect quite like this. “You like this?”
He gave a firm nod. “I like it very much,” he said, unrestrained lust rippling across his face and riding his voice.
He dragged my briefs off my legs and tossed them onto the back of the sofa while I clawed for his boxer briefs.
It wasn’t fair that I was the only one naked.
Not when seeing him without any clothes was the wish I’d had for the longest time.
Nate didn’t fight back. He let me sit up and pull his boxer briefs down, but I chose to do it slowly, applying tension much the same way I had done with my guitar last night.
The waistband pulled his big cock down until he hissed, his abs growing even more pronounced as he flexed them.
And when the waistband slipped over his cock, it sprang up, swinging under its own weight for one delicious moment before pulsing and stiffening.
My hand was around it in an instant. It was twice my size, if not more, thick and with a slick head. The short-cropped hair around it was dark and coarse, and Nate’s balls were thick and heavy, making my mouth water hard.
It took me a moment to force my gaze away from his crotch and to his face. “You’re perfect, too.”
Nate swallowed and cupped the right side of my face with his left hand. His thumb brushed my cheek, then dragged over my lips. “What do you want me to do to you?”
The words ran through me like an electric current. “Everything.”
He swung his hips slowly forward, pushing his dick through my fist. With his hand, he lifted my chin, and our gazes locked on one another.
“I’m not going to fuck you tonight,” he said firmly.
“Not because I don’t want to.” The throbbing thickness in my fist assured me he was telling the truth. “I just don’t like rushing things.”
It sounded as close to a promise of another time as I would get from this man. But it was more than enough. “Let me suck it, then,” I said.
Nate bent down and kissed me hard, his hands finding my hips. He pulled me down the length of the sofa and pressed his mouth against mine so hard that it made me lean back until I was lying flat on the sofa.
I inhaled a deep breath of air, puffing out my chest, as Nate pulled away from me.
He stood up, his cock swinging above me and torso towering over me.
His underwear fell around his ankles, and he stepped out of it, then approached the sofa again.
When he stopped, I knew what we were doing, and my heart hammered harder than ever in anticipation.
I wrapped my right hand around my dick, holding it in a tight grip as if to force it to calm down.
It wouldn’t. The tightness in my balls and the almost painful erection were holding me on the very edge of an orgasm, and I still hadn’t even licked him.
Fuck. I wanted to lick him so much that I was sure I would die if I didn’t get a chance.
Nate lowered himself by my head, one hand reaching over to pull my right hand away from myself. As he knelt on the edge of the sofa, I opened my mouth wide and found his gaze. For a few moments, I breathed deeply through my mouth, my left hand rising to hold him just as he leaned in.
At the exact instant when the swollen tip of his precum-slicked cock touched my lips and slipped into my mouth, I held my breath.
The flavors of his precum exploded over my taste buds; their sweet and salty quality, combined with Nate’s faint musk, enchanted me and made me willing to fight the whole world for him.
As Nate sank into my mouth, he shifted so that he knelt on each side of my head, slightly above. And when he dipped deeper into me, grunting with tension, he also lowered his head and torso. “Such a perfect cock,” he purred. “So beautiful.”
His words turned me on nearly as much as his dick in my mouth did. He pulled his hips away from me, letting me inhale before he sank into me deeper. I needed a few moments to relax my throat, but I was confident in my skills, and Nate was patient enough, probing me lightly, testing the limits.
Simultaneously, he pressed his lips against my lower abdomen, his hot breath washing over my bare skin until his mouth dragged over my shaved private area and found my small cock. Exhaling over it, Nate wrapped his lips around me and swallowed me whole.
The wet warmth of his mouth sent the most incredible sensation through my body. My throat relaxed, loosening enough to let his cock slide deeper into me. In turn, it made Nate grunt when he impaled my head like this, and the vibration of his voice ran through my groin.
My thighs pressed together, rubbing against one another while I made my head move up, mouth gaping to swallow as much of his as I could.
My throat constricted now and again by sheer reflex, making Nate shudder hard enough that I could feel it on my body. And as I wrapped my arms around his waist, I forced him to stay inside of me for longer than he would have. He was careful still, not expecting that I knew precisely what I wanted.