Chapter Twenty-Six
When the crew finally left, Nolan was in sore need of a chance to unwind.
His body hummed like he was on a hair trigger from biting back a million and one things with so many people in his space.
He’d spent the last hour in the living room cleaning the surfaces and rearranging all the furniture and items that had been shifted.
He desperately needed to be out of his head.
“Hey, baby,” James said, leaning against the doorframe. “How can I help you?”
His chest squeezed tight. The fact James seemed to understand when he needed space and when he needed him was nothing short of a miracle. He never believed he’d find that sort of acceptance, especially given the myriad of issues that had pushed people away in the past.
“I need pain,” Nolan admitted, trusting that out of anyone, James could deliver.
They still hadn’t broached feelings territory—Nolan tried to respect his timeline—but fuck, Nolan was so in love with this man.
He had been from the moment he had his first meltdown and James didn’t leave.
“Any different limits than usual?” James asked. He’d shed his button-down and stood there in a white tank top and gray sweats looking sexy as fuck. His muscles bulged, and it was unfair how hot he was. Nolan’s cock woke up.
He licked his lips. “Nah, I’m good to explore.”
“How do you feel about sounds?” James asked.
Nolan swallowed hard. “Never tried them, but I’m curious.” Mildly nervous as well, but the anticipation overpowered that. He trusted James. The man might dole out the pain, but he delivered pleasure equally.
“Strip down and come to my room,” James said. “I’ll set up there.”
Nolan bobbed his head, want surging through him. James turned and vanished, the steps creaking a moment later as he ascended them. He tugged off his yoga pants and jock, then dragged his tee off too. He headed up the stairs fully naked and swung to his room to drop his clothes in the hamper.
When he stepped into James’s room, the man was shirtless, showcasing the sloping, defined muscles of his back. He placed a kit along the side of his bed, alongside lube, cleaning wipes, alcohol wipes, and a set of wooden clothespins.
Nolan’s pulse sped. He’d asked for pain, and damn, he couldn’t wait.
“Lie on the bed for me, beautiful,” he said, gesturing to his neatly made bed. Nolan walked over to it, ready to pass him, when James grabbed his wrist. Their eyes met, and Nolan’s breath hitched at the tenderness reflected back at him. “Thank you for trusting me.”
He swallowed hard, his chest filled with butterflies. “Always.”
As he settled on the bed with his legs spread, James stepped out of the room, and the sound of the sink soothed him. Of course, James would make sure everything was sterilized. Around him, he was truly safe.
When James returned, he stopped at the doorway and scanned him. “Damn, I’m a lucky man.” His low, husky tone sent a sinful shiver through him, as well as that molten gaze. Nolan felt like they were on the precipice of something more.
He wanted everything with James.
He wanted to admit what these feelings in his chest were. To call him his boyfriend without dancing around it. He wanted to introduce James to his family and meet James’s mom, but he wouldn’t push him.
Even if the yearning grew stronger by the day.
James stepped up to him and knelt on the bed, the mattress creaking with the motions. His heated gaze lit Nolan up, and he wriggled in place. His cock jutted out, hard and leaking, and he resisted the urge to stroke it, keeping his hands at his sides.
“Look at you, sprawled out and submissive for me,” James purred. “Such a sexy, sexy boy. I’m going to make you feel good, okay? Going to fuck you so hard you cry. You just need to endure a little pain for me first.”
Nolan bobbed his head. “Yes, Sir.”
James’s eyes flared at the title, and damn, getting him affected like that was so hot. James drew open his kit. “We’re going to start with the smallest, since you’ve never done this before. At any point, if you feel pain—not the good kind—tell me.”
Nolan nibbled his lower lip. His body trembled with the need to have James touching him, toying with him, playing with him. Adrenaline hummed within him. Every time with this man was a new adventure, and he worked him over like an expert.
James pulled out one of the sounds, the small, thin metal rod, sterilized it with the alcohol wipe, and then coated it in lube. Nolan braced himself, not sure what to expect as James wrapped a hand around his base to steady him and then placed the tip of the sound at his slit. His throat dried.
“Breathe in and out,” James reminded him, and he sucked in a long, slow breath.
He hadn’t even realized he’d stopped. “Bear down or relax, like you’re going to piss, as I guide this into your hole.
” At once, his muscles relaxed slightly, and James slid the tip of the sound in through his slit.
Discomfort rippled through him, the sensation that something wasn’t supposed to be there, but he breathed through it, following that pattern rather than focusing on the intrusion.
James slid it in a little deeper, dribbling more lube around his slit to ease the way.
Nolan fisted the sheets, trying to remain still rather than writhing all over.
He continued to breathe evenly as James knelt in front of him, his brows knitted in concentration as he pushed the sound in a little deeper.
Fuck, that felt so weird. It wasn’t painful, not the wrong kind, but the discomfort was odd, and the visual fucked with his head a bit.
“You’re doing so good for me,” James murmured. “Taking this sound so well. You’d never know it was your first time.”
Nolan whimpered. The praise kept him steady, though he was so tempted to squirm.
Then James pushed the sound in the rest of the way. It brushed across—something—sending a rush of pleasure through him. Nolan tilted his head back as a long, low moan escaped him.
“That’s right, baby,” James continued. “You’ve got such a responsive prostate.
No wonder it’s affecting you this way.” He began to draw the sound back and then push it in again, and bliss sparked through him so fierce he thought he was on fire.
It felt like the combination of a hit to the prostate and the relief when you pissed, and fuck.
An unholy noise came from Nolan’s throat, guttural and deep.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Nolan gasped.
“Color?” James checked in.
“So green,” he said, flashing a brilliant grin.
Now that it was inside him, the pleasure mixed with slight discomfort, he was all in.
James began to lightly fuck him with the sound, and Nolan clutched the sheets even harder, his palms sweating.
Sweat broke out on his forehead, trickling down his chest as the sensations assaulted him, one after another after another.
His breaths sawed out of him fast and fierce.
“Damn, you look so hot spread out like this,” James said. “Just taking everything I give you.”
Nolan whimpered, and the need to be filled by him, to have that long, thick cock splitting him open roared in a big way.
“Next time I’m going to plug you up while I’m sounding you,” he teased. “Make sure you’re nice and taken care of while I fuck your slit, then I’m going to slide right into that gaping hole.”
“Fuuuuck,” Nolan moaned, his lashes fluttering. The barrage of sensations was more acute than normal, pleasure bordering on the point of pain, like when he was oversensitive and still getting toyed with.
He fucking loved it.
“So responsive,” James said, quickening his pace. Nolan felt like his soul was leaving his body. “Think you can take a little more?”
Nolan whimpered again as James didn’t stop with the sound, moving it inside him with a steadiness that made him unravel.
“Need words there, baby,” he reminded him.
“Yes,” Nolan gasped.
James slid the sound out of him, and he prepared another, thicker one, coating it liberally with lube.
Nolan’s breaths sawed out of him as he waited, the anticipation mixed with nerves over the stretch.
James brought the tip of the sound to his slit again, and when he eased it in the first inch, the discomfort rose a few more notches.
The intensity held him still, his whole body so aware of the intrusion, yet his mind was clearer than it had been all day.
The singular focus of pain, of pleasure, of this exchange between them brought him relief like nothing else.
James inched the sound in the rest of the way, and this time when it slid in, the sensation was so intense a scream bubbled up in his throat. He managed to swallow it down as the sharp concentration of bliss threatened to override his senses. Then James began to move.
He fucked the sound in and out of him in slow, tormenting strokes, and all Nolan could do was clutch the sheets and gasp.
Sweat prickled everywhere, his whole body a live wire, and he felt the urge to come, but he couldn’t, he couldn’t.
The glide in and out of his hole suspended any reason, any sense, and he lost himself in the motions, in the way James held him steady and ravaged him until he was undone.
“You’re being so good for me,” James murmured as he thrust in again.
Nolan screamed and sobbed, but he stayed steady, letting James toy with him until he was breathless.
“Okay, okay.” James began to withdraw the sound.
“I think you’ve had enough, baby. At least of this.
” When he removed it, Nolan lay there lax on the bed, his mind reeling.
“Now, go relieve yourself, and then come back,” James said, helping him up off the bed.
As he went, James patted him on the ass, and heat rushed to his cheeks.
Nolan wandered to the bathroom, barely feeling his feet.
He felt like he was floating, and they were just getting started.
He finished his business and returned to the room.