Chapter Twenty-Three #2
James thrust in again hard, aiming for the same spot as before, and Nolan’s legs began to tremble.
The smell of sweat, of sex, of leather mingled together, creating an intoxicating blend, and his mind dizzied from the sheer amount of lust pouring through him.
Nolan pinned on the floor was a fantasy, and he’d savor every second of this.
Even if he ached with a need so strong his jaw clenched.
James’s vision blurred, sweat dripping into his eyes, but he kept pounding into Nolan.
His body moved automatically, every cell inside him barreling toward the end destination.
The smack, smack, smack of their skin colliding sent reverberations through him, and the sound joined the symphony of breaths, moans, and groans as he tagged Nolan’s prostate relentlessly.
Nolan writhed beneath him, but pinned like he was, he couldn’t escape.
“Nuh uh, you’re not leaving until I’ve come in you,” James growled out as Nolan tried to inch forward.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Nolan gasped out. “So intense.”
“Love to see the way you squirm,” James panted out as he slammed in again and again and again.
The tight squeeze of Nolan’s hole would be his undoing.
He slammed in hard and fast, and his head swam as his vision tunneled in on the man beneath him.
The heat that blossomed between them was so intense, and sweat slicked their bodies.
The thump, thump, thump between his ears grew steadier and steadier as rest of the room faded away.
Fuck. He was so close. So damn close.
He couldn’t stop now, the animalistic urge taking over as he rutted into Nolan like he was possessed. Slam. Slam. Slam. The tension had reached the point of pain, the ache so intense he could scream.
His balls drew up, and the orgasm slammed into him with hurricane force.
James was upended, his atoms rearranged as his cum shot into Nolan, and all the tension burst. Pleasure washed over him so hard that his muscles tensed, his soul flew out of him, and he froze, burying himself deep inside Nolan, his body wrapped around him.
His breath sawed out of him in desperate gasps as his release kept him floating there for minutes, hours, until time became irrelevant.
And then he sagged forward as his muscles went lax.
Fuck. He hadn’t come that hard in too damn long.
Nolan whimpered beneath him, and James reached around to feel Nolan’s erection jutting forward.
Apparently he was prepared to go again. James sagged forward against Nolan’s back as he started to stroke his cock.
Nolan’s moans grew louder with each pump, and James continued at a steady pace, their skin pasted together with the sweat that pooled between them.
His shaky breaths still hadn’t evened out as he stroked Nolan’s cock up and down, up and down until he writhed beneath him again.
“Fuck,” Nolan gasped as his whole body seized, and then cum shot from him moments later, the hot, sticky fluid dribbling over his fingers. James pressed a kiss on Nolan’s nape, savoring the salty taste of his skin from the sheer amount of sweat they’d generated.
A whistle came from over by the couch.
“Damn, that was a show,” Fin called out.
A smile stretched James’s lips. Of course, they’d had an audience the whole time.
When he peeled himself up off Nolan and glanced up, he saw Meg sitting on the couch watching, stripped down to just a sports bra.
Tristan’s face was still buried between her thighs.
She passed him a smirk, and his chest warmed.
She was one of his oldest friends, and goddamn, he was so grateful to be here, in this space.
James sat back, then helped peel Nolan up with one hand, careful to keep the other from dripping anywhere.
“Here,” Fin said, tossing a wipe in his direction. It sailed across the room to fall splat onto the mat near him.
James shook his head and snagged it, amusement humming through him along with a deep contentment. Nolan sat up and faced him, and James knelt in front of him.
“You okay with everything we did?” he asked, ignoring the fact they had an audience.
Nolan bobbed his head, and James wiped the cum from his fingers and then cleared the flecks off Nolan’s cock. Most had landed on the mat, which would require a more thorough cleaning.
“C’mere,” James said, his heart thumping in double time.
Fuck, the feelings that emerged toward this man bordered on something he was scared to name.
Nolan scooted forward, and James scooped him up.
The spot by Meg was open, so he lifted Nolan and carried him in that direction.
He settled Nolan on the couch beside Meg, who stared up at him.
The look in her eyes was “See? Told you.”
He shook his head, a grin on his lips. James’s body hummed with awareness as he headed over to clean up the mats.
He sprayed them down and packed them away, then grabbed his and Nolan’s clothes off the ground.
He pulled on his boxer briefs but didn’t bother putting on more, as most of the crew here were down to skin at this point.
Sloan was on his knees between Ezra’s thighs on the other couch as Ezra skimmed his fingers through his blond hair.
Fin straddled Ollie beside them, and they were making out.
Parker was toying with Micah on the spanking bench—apparently their scene was going on for a long while tonight.
When James returned to the couch, he reached out his hand in front of Nolan.
Nolan grabbed it, and he lifted him up, then slid under him, claiming the spot.
“Come on,” he said, bringing Nolan back down on his lap. Nolan draped himself there, curling up against his chest, and the weight of this man settled against him stirred something inside him. Something almost violent with the depths of how it affected him.
“Good to see you in action again,” Meg said.
James didn’t respond, letting the weight of her words sink into him. He knew it was more than just participating in a scene. She was one of his oldest friends, and she showed that she cared without hesitation.
He also knew who’d orchestrated his roommate situation in the first place.
James wrapped his arms tighter around Nolan and met her eyes. “Thank you.”
Simple words, yet they meant everything.