Chapter Eighteen #3
“That’s right, baby,” James said. “You take my cock so well. If I was bare inside you, I’d paint you with my cum until it oozed out of you.”
“Ngh,” Nolan groaned, his legs and arms flat-out shaking at this point.
James slid home again, sending another wave of heat through him.
When he pulled back again, Nolan whimpered.
God, he wanted his cock buried deep inside him all the time.
To savor how James’s cock split him open, how he filled him so perfectly he could scream.
The pain amplified everything in the best damn way, and James managed to read his body better than anyone.
“Damn, I’m going to come,” James said, picking up the pace as he fucked into Nolan.
The world was reduced to nothing but grunts and moans, the heavy weight tugging at his nipples, and the pleasure bursting inside him that was growing closer to unbearable by the second.
Nolan felt like he might come apart at the seams, obliterated by this onslaught.
“Fuck,” James said as he thrust in hard. His cock pulsed inside Nolan’s hole, and his breaths came out sharp and ragged. “Goddamn.”
Another shiver coursed through Nolan from the feel of James’s cock kicking in him. Fuck, bare would feel amazing.
“Let’s take care of you,” James said, reaching around and wrapping his big palm around Nolan’s cock. The touch made him gasp, the feeling so intense he could scream. “Good boy.”
James jerked him off with fast and quick strokes, and his whole body shook as something as immense as a tidal wave brewed inside him. Oh god. Could he come again? Would he even survive this if he did?
His body quaked, sweat breaking out over his skin, and he drew in sharp, short breaths.
James shuttled his hand up and down his cock, and he felt like he would detonate.
Like he’d blast into smithereens any minute now.
The intensity was unparalleled, more than anything he’d ever experienced, and all he could do was brace himself for impact.
James’s cock remained inside him, his groin flush against his tender ass as he bracketed him with his warm body, his hand moving deftly.
“Unh,” Nolan moaned, the goose bumps traveling over him like they precipitated the main event.
A sob exploded from him as another release wrung from him, his cock kicking out spurt after spurt.
The pleasure was so intense, so acute it felt sharp, driving right through him with a blinding force.
Speared on James’s cock, his balls aching after the humbler and with the weights on his nipples, he was forced to endure wave after wave.
Finally, he sagged forward the slightest bit, regretting the movement as his balls throbbed, bringing another wave of pain.
“Such a good boy,” James said, weaving his fingers through Nolan’s hair again and giving a gentle tug. “You did so well.”
Nolan swallowed hard, wanting nothing more than to sag forward. James slowly pulled his cock out, and Nolan’s hole pulsed, the emptiness making him want to beg.
“Stay put, and I’ll get you settled. Let’s get your nipples,” James said. “Can you sit up slightly? Keep your legs spread, give your balls a break.”
Nolan took his time, avoiding his sensitive sac. He spread his legs wide as he presented his chest to James.
James unscrewed the clamps on the nipple to his right, and the rush hit his nipple in another fierce wave.
He sucked in a sharp breath, trying not to howl.
Then James freed his other nipple, and the same wave slammed into him.
Fuck, his whole body would be a mess tomorrow. He didn’t regret a damn second.
“Okay, okay,” James said, a warmth in his voice that traveled all the way through Nolan. “Let’s get you taken care of.”
Before Nolan could react, James scooped him up and gently placed him on the couch.
“I’ll be right back,” James said, padding out of the room.
Nolan’s eyes flickered, exhaustion setting in hard.
A second later, Nolan’s body was lifted up, and he was sitting on warm, hard muscle, smooth bare skin. Lap. He was sitting on James’s lap.
“I’ve got you,” James said as he reached between Nolan’s legs. A sticky cream was applied. “Do you need an ice pack, baby?”
Nolan tried to respond, but it came out a slurred “Nrgh.”
James pressed something cool to his balls, and Nolan curled into his chest. James wrapped his arms around Nolan, dipping his fingers in to swipe the sticky cream around his nipples too. “You took so much,” he murmured. “Such a perfect pain slut.”
“Mmm,” Nolan said, nuzzling into that hard chest. The heat of their naked bodies amplified with the proximity, and Nolan basked in it.
Fuck, he could live on James’s lap. He wanted to ask if James was okay, if being together had stirred up anything, but he couldn’t seem to make his mouth work.
Instead, he placed a hand on James’s chest and looked into his eyes.
James’s mouth lifted with a soft grin. “I’m all right. A little pinch to the chest, but nothing panic-inducing like before.”
Nolan bobbed his head and rested it on James’s chest again. James’s arms wrapped tightly around him. In this place, nothing existed but the two of them. In this place, he found a reprieve so deep and perfect that he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to leave.
Nolan’s eyes felt heavier and heavier by the second, the eyelids slipping down, until they finally closed.
Everything went black, and he faded to sleep.