Chapter Twenty-Three
James should’ve felt a little more self-conscious being stripped naked in the middle of Whipped’s dungeon, but honestly, he’d never been more comfortable.
Topping Tristan with Nolan had been the right move, as he’d been playing with Meg and Tristan for a long, long time, and familiarity overrode any of the landmines he was worried about running into.
In fact, the different surroundings helped, since he and Nolan had an entirely different dynamic than his previous one.
The last partner he’d been able to co-top with was Meg, but as she found her dominance, they’d amicably separated as a couple.
Except Nolan loved the submission just as much as he did the dominance. James was a lucky, lucky man.
Nolan grabbed some of the lube, spilled it on his fingers, and thrust it up his hole. “We’ve checked tests, so I’m okay if you are.”
Bare? They’d discussed it lightly, but damn. That made him spark inside, his need ratcheting to a whole new degree. “Yeah, more than okay.”
“Want to cover me in oil?” Nolan teased. “Honestly, you’d look hot as fuck with those muscles oiled up.”
A whistle sounded from the opposite side of the room. James licked his lips. “Maybe next time. Tonight, I’m going to wrestle you until you’re pinned under my submission.”
Nolan swallowed hard and licked his lips.
James gave him a firm look. “And you’re going to safe out if pinning you gets too close to tripping wires?”
Nolan nodded. James trusted him to follow through.
“Then let’s wrestle, baby,” he said stepping onto the mat.
He leaned forward, getting into familiar position.
He wasn’t sure of Nolan’s history with wrestling, but James had been on the team for a stint in high school, and when he’d entered the kink scenes, he always loved to indulge in that type of play.
Something about the physicality of it turned him on beyond belief.
And after thrusting his cock in Tristan’s hot, wet mouth, he was beyond horny.
The sooner he got Nolan on his knees, the better.
James’s blood scorched as Nolan lowered into position facing him. His cock dangled between his legs, plumping again slightly, despite having just come inside Tristan. Damn, the sight of Nolan thrusting in tandem with him had him so worked up.
“You boys need a referee or something?” Meg called over. “Get the show on the road.”
Another whistle sounded from the fuckfest with Sloan, Ollie, Fin, and Ezra. It was such a tangle of limbs that he couldn’t quite discern who had whistled. The sloppy noises of sucking and fucking and moaning formed a melody over there. James shook his head, a grin on his lips. His gaze met Nolan’s.
“Go.”
Nolan launched at him, but James remained braced, at the ready. With the stress he’d dealt with at work earlier, this was the perfect outlet.
Nolan’s arms swung out, but James ducked under, using the momentum to sweep his arms around him and then hook him into a knee pick.
James utilized his body weight, and they both slammed onto the mat.
Lust pumped hot and heavy through him. Nolan grappled with him, trying to get out of his hold, but all the squirming of his bare ass to James’s crotch turned him on even more.
Nolan rolled out of the maneuver and back to his knees, but James was already upright.
Nolan lunged again, and their bodies collided.
James wrapped an arm around his head in a chokehold and dropped them both to the ground with his weight.
Nolan twisted around, trying to push his way out of the chokehold.
The feel of his hot, hard body, the smooth skin gliding against his just turned him on even more.
Sweat broke out all over him as they grappled on the mat, the scent vibrant in the air.
Fuck, he loved this.
James’s heart raced, his whole body lighting up as Nolan landed on top of him. He pivoted into a quick escape, slipped his ankle around Nolan’s, and used his weight to make them roll. The second he freed himself from under Nolan, he was back on his knees again, his chest heaving.
Nolan lunged, wrapping his arms around James’s torso to drag him to the ground. James faked him out, let him bring him to the mat, then he dragged his legs around Nolan’s and twisted.
Nolan flipped onto his back, and James pounced, grabbing his wrists and bringing them above his head, pinning him with his thighs on either side.
His cock rubbed against Nolan’s torso, and fuck, all that sweaty skin felt so good.
An incandescent smile lit Nolan’s face as he beamed up at him, and James’s wildly pounding heart wasn’t just from exertion.
Nolan twisted, throwing his weight sideways to try to knock James off. James’s blood pumped hot and heavy. He needed inside this man now.
He wanted to bury himself into Nolan until he was all James could feel. Until they were nothing but sweat and movement and lust.
Nolan tried again, and James rolled with it, but when Nolan pivoted to face down, James threw himself over him.
He sank his weight against Nolan’s back, his hands pinning Nolan’s on either side, his legs bracketing him this way.
Except this time his cock was rubbing right between Nolan’s cheeks, and he let out a low moan.
He was slicked up and ready for him. All James had to do was slip inside.
James thrust along the crack there again, luxuriating in the sparks that erupted inside him, and how fucking stunning Nolan looked pinned beneath him. His hands pressed down on Nolan’s, and Nolan squirmed and wriggled underneath, sending more bolts of pleasure through him.
“Color?”
“So green,” Nolan moaned out, continuing to twist and shift beneath him.
Fuck, he looked so good there, spread out on the mats.
James could feel the press of stares from over by the couches, but he loved the sensation, the thrill of everyone seeing him take this gorgeous man.
Nolan was stunning in every way, and his submission was hot—as was watching his dominance in action. Everything about Nolan turned him on.
The desire to come had reached a fever pitch, holding him in a vise grip.
James swallowed hard. Fluid bonding was a big deal, but he was serious about this man, even if he couldn’t admit the words quite yet. He didn’t need to. Nolan saw him, and he understood.
James kept one hand pinning Nolan’s down, and he guided the tip of his cock to Nolan’s entrance.
He knew better than to thrust in—with his size, he needed to take his time—but he rested his tip at the sensitive furled skin and then pushed the first inch.
James brought his hand to Nolan’s again, sweat dripping down his spine as he kept Nolan pinned in place, shifting back and forth to nudge deeper and deeper inside of him.
The tight clutch of Nolan’s hole felt so damn good he could scream, and his breaths came out shaky as he held onto any ounce of restraint he could muster.
God, he wanted to just unleash, to fuck him hard and fierce against this mat, to lose himself in a savage claiming that would leave them bruised and whole in the aftermath.
Yet he waited until Nolan’s hole relaxed, continuing to push his way in inch at a time. His jaw clenched tight as the tension grew and grew the deeper he buried himself inside. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Oh god,” Nolan said, twisting back and forth in his grip. “You’re so huge.”
Even though others were down here, James focused on Nolan alone. Everything else in the background faded, until they were all that existed.
“Please, please fuck me,” Nolan begged.
“I’ve got you, baby,” James said as he thrust in the rest of the way.
The sheer sensation knocked the breath from him.
Fuck, this man felt like sin, the tight heat squeezing his cock.
Taking him bare, skin to skin, hit him harder than he realized.
He wanted to keep this connection as long as he could.
He wanted to stay buried inside him forever, to live in this hole.
James drew back, then thrust in again, pleasure flowing through him from head to toe.
Nolan’s keening cry meant he’d hit his prostate.
James snapped his hips forward with each thrust, losing himself as he took Nolan on the mats. Sweat slicked their skin and limbs. Nolan squirmed beneath him, but James kept his hands pinned.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” Nolan repeated, as if he’d short-circuited.
James savored the sensations, the feel of his tight channel squeezing around his cock.
The heat was legendary, and the sparks zipped through him with each pass.
Holding back when Tristan was sucking his cock had been difficult, but this quickly grew impossible.
Each time James fucked in, his groin slammed against those lush cheeks, and watching them bounce sent another bolt of lust through him.
Here, he and Nolan were reduced to base desires, rutting skin to skin on the mats.
And with his cock bare inside Nolan, the urge to spill inside him grew so strong his head whirled.
His hands pressed down on Nolan’s, and he interlaced their fingers, gripping him tight as he fucked into him hard and fast, losing himself to motion, to sensation.
His breath came out choppy as he focused on the feel of sliding into Nolan, on the explosion of pleasure that each thrust brought.
Nolan’s moans grew louder and louder, ringing through the dungeon.
They accompanied the other moans and cracks from everyone else still lost in their scenes, and a camaraderie existed here that James had solely missed, one that settled something deep inside him.
A grunt flew from his lips as he buried deep again, and Nolan’s back arched beneath him.
“Oh fuck, right there,” Nolan gasped out. “I’m so close.”