Chapter Twenty-Six #2
James waited for him on the bed, but this time, he’d shed his pants and boxer briefs. Nolan’s mouth watered at the sight of the thick, heavy cock between his thighs. He wanted it crammed in his mouth, thrust into his hole. Fuck, he just wanted to feel the closeness with James any way he could.
“Come here,” he said, patting the bed in front of him. “We’re going to have a little more fun before I fuck you.”
“Yes, Sir.” Nolan settled to kneel in front of James, facing him.
“On your back, legs spread,” James said.
Nolan swallowed hard as he lay back so his head was almost hanging off the bed, and he drew his legs open, exposing his hole. James settled between his thighs, and lust pumped through him fast and fierce.
“Ready?” James asked. He plucked up a clothespin, brushed his fingers over Nolan’s thigh, and clamped it down.
The jolt of pain hit at once, but he craved that.
“Such a perfect little pain slut.” He grabbed another clothespin and placed it on the other thigh.
The pain blossomed again, but Nolan liked it far too much.
James leaned down and pressed a kiss to his stomach, the contrast making his chest flutter.
Pure wickedness gleamed in James’s eyes and sent a little thrill through him.
Gratitude settled deep in his bones that James was here with him tonight.
That he was willing to try for them, despite everything he’d been through.
As much as Nolan yearned for more, he wouldn’t wish away any second of this.
James grabbed another clothespin, pinching one side of his ribs, then the other. This time, Nolan wasn’t holding himself still. He writhed whenever James added more, the hum of pain building inside him. He couldn’t wait until it reached that beautiful crescendo.
The next two were placed over one pec and then another, the bite sharper this time.
“Oh, fuck,” Nolan swore, even as the pleasurable zing followed.
James placed two more, one on each shoulder, and sweat broke out on his forehead again. “I’ll be nice this time,” he murmured. “Besides, I’ve got this gorgeous hole to attend to.”
Before Nolan could process the statement, James slid down between his thighs, and his tongue trailed against his hole. The burst of pleasure that shot through him was so severe he almost launched off the bed.
“Do I need to keep you pinned down?” James teased, his lips brushing against his hole as he spoke. He gripped Nolan’s thighs hard, jostling the pins he’d placed there, sending another jolt of pain. Then James lowered his head and set to work.
He lapped against Nolan’s hole like he was starving, and the warmth, the wet glide, sent wave after wave of pleasure through Nolan.
Moans ripped from him, and then James thrust his tongue inside his hole.
Bliss amplified, and a whimper escaped as he chased that sensation.
James began to fuck his tongue into Nolan’s hole, saliva pooling there and dribbling down his crack.
James moved him so his calves rested on his shoulders, nearly bent him in half, and continued to take him apart with his tongue, with his mouth, with his teeth.
Every shift reminded him of the clothespins—the dull ache of pain was the perfect contrast to the bliss of James eating him out like his last meal.
The saliva tickled as it trickled down his skin, but James was relentless. He fucked into him with his tongue, then he nipped at the sensitive skin, and Nolan closed his eyes and surrendered.
He surrendered to the waves of pleasure and pain that rolled through him.
He surrendered to the way James played his body with utmost precision.
He surrendered to the man he loved.
James plucked a pin from his thigh. Pain quickly rushed in, even though James hadn’t stopped eating him out.
“Oh fuck,” Nolan gasped.
James sucked on the furled skin of his hole, and then he undid the other one on his thigh.
Nolan was in the middle of another curse as James reached up and plucked one of the rib pins.
The intense flare of pain hit him, but before he could catch his breath, James pulled off the other rib pin.
He never stopped teasing Nolan’s hole, and the confusing contrast flicker-flared through him.
James pushed up and reached for the two pins on his pecs.
“Brace yourself, baby.” He plucked them.
The howl burst out of Nolan’s throat, and James snagged the last two, the pain multiplying.
Nolan’s chest heaved. He was breathless from the onslaught yet more turned on than ever.
His balls ached, his cock dripped with pre-cum, and the desire for James to slide right into him had ramped up a thousandfold.
“I want to feel that tight hole squeeze my cock,” James said, trailing his fingers over the angry red marks where the clothespins had been. “But I want to watch while you work my cock. While that sweet ass slams against me over and over again.”
He settled next to Nolan on the bed and squirted out lube from the bottle, then slicked it up his mouthwatering length. “Ride me, baby.”
“Yes, Sir.” His mind was depleted, his body exhausted, but the idea of feeling James deep inside him like that, of getting to see his expression while they fucked, was too good to pass up.
He slowly rose to his knees, his body wrung out from everything they’d done together so far.
James lay spread out before him like a fucking feast, and damn, Nolan wanted to worship every inch of him.
His smooth skin, his thick muscles, his lush lips that tilted in a soft smile.
The crinkle at his eyes, the gentleness there, was the perfect contrast to the wicked way he’d pulled him apart.
Now, he’d put him back together again.
Nolan trusted that more than he trusted his next breath.
He straddled James and rose up on his knees to position himself over James’s cock.
James held himself by his base to keep it steady, and Nolan took his time lowering down.
The tip brushed his hole, and the breath snagged in his throat.
Nolan dropped further, taking inches of him inside.
The stretch, the burn was delicious, not as difficult as before since James had eaten him out first. Nolan continued to sink down, his thighs burning from the effort to keep himself upright.
James circled his hands around Nolan’s hips and squeezed them.
The possessive move sent an undeniable zing right to his chest. Nolan took more and more of his thick length, the stretch intense and unending.
Goddamn, this position emphasized how big this man was.
He settled in all the way, and Nolan had never gotten filled like this.
“Fuck, you feel like sin,” James groaned.
He began to pump his hips, moving inside him, and Nolan clutched onto James’s pecs, scrabbling for any surface to hold on.
Intense sensations traveled through him with each thrust, and a sob escaped his throat.
“Damn, you’re so pretty,” James continued, “just perfect.”
Nolan’s chest tightened. He met James’s eyes, and the warmth and tenderness that radiated from them threatened to take him apart at the seams. He didn’t want to be pretty or perfect—he just wanted to belong to James.
To be able to claim, without any doubt, that they were building a future together.
Emotions welled up inside him, so powerful that his eyes stung. Fuck, he loved him so much, and holding that back was killing him. He wanted to be patient and wait until James was ready, but these feelings were forming a groundswell in his chest that grew stronger and more intense by the second.
As if he were a dam about to burst, and the pressure was increasing, increasing, increasing.
“You’re mine, baby,” James murmured, continuing to fuck into him. Each thrust sent another wave of pleasure rippling through, leaving Nolan breathless. He rose and fell on automatic, his thighs burning as he speared himself on James’s thick length over and over. “You’re all mine.”
Those words settled deep in his heart, soothing some of the aching need.
“Fuck,” he moaned. “You’re so fucking big.” James’s cock brushed against his prostate again, and the flare of pleasure tingled through him, coursing all through his body. “I need you to come inside me.”
“Want me to paint you with my cum?” James said, his low, husky voice so sexy Nolan couldn’t bear it. “To claim you, mark you as mine?”
A whimper escaped as he tilted his head back.
His balls ached, and his cock wept, forming a puddle on James’s chest, but he continued this slow, sinuous ride as he lifted up and lowered back down on his thick length.
James didn’t stop moving either, and the synchronicity of their movements melded them closer and closer together.
James was inside him, taking him apart and remaking him, and he’d never felt more connected to another person in his life.
He forced his eyes open, to watch James as they fucked, and he tried to communicate everything inside him with that single look.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.