Chapter 11 - Reece #3
Nick’s tongue was practiced, or maybe just as naturally skilled as the rest of him.
It was one thing Reece would never grow used to, the way it felt so good everywhere.
When his tongue slid down his perineum and flicked over his balls.
When it circled his hole. When it pressed in.
Reece couldn’t help but hump the side of the bed, blindly riding the waves of pleasure Nick was forcing on him.
He felt so wet and messy with Nick’s saliva, and one peek over his shoulder showed him that Nick’s mouth and chin were just as much of a mess.
“Nicky, please,” Reece whimpered, brows furrowed, hands clutching the comforter. “Am wet. Want your dick in me so bad.”
Nick let out a sound between a growl and a groan, tongue trailing from Reece’s quivering hole to the middle of his right cheek, which he bit down on, just hard enough to make Reece’s cock twitch.
“Just can’t let me have my time with you,” he mused as he stood again, lips, teeth, and tongue roaming Reece’s back.
Since this whole thing with Nick began, Reece learned a lot about his body, and how the most random, unexpected places would be sensitive and make him even weaker for Nick.
When Nick had him on his back again, Reece spread his legs, one arm strewn across his eyes. Reece wanted nothing more than Nick’s thick, uncut cock to be fucking into him already, but Nick was determined to make him suffer it seemed.
“Fingers first,” he said, daring to try and separate himself from Reece for whatever reason, but his long legs hooked around Nick’s waist, forcing Nick to take him too.
Being dragged along the bed so easily was mind-boggling and made Reece giggle.
Nick only moved to get the bottle of lubricant he had on his nightstand.
Because his saliva wasn’t enough—wouldn’t do what that lubricant would, lasting as long as the two of them could fuck.
“I won’t make it,” Reece warned, even though he didn’t doubt that Nick already knew. Nick always knew.
Two long fingers slid into him, hitting that spot inside Reece that never failed to make him keen. Back bowing, Reece scrambled to hold onto Nick’s arm, shaking his head because he was absolutely going to lose his mind and come if Nick was going to attack him like that.
“Come as much as you want, Kitten.”
It was always the same—Nick was always so generous with Reece’s pleasure, making him come enough times to drive him mad. To make him cry. And Reece loved it. He loved every second, every move Nick made, every word out of his mouth.
Two fingers turned to three, and by then Reece was riding them, hips undulating on the edge of the bed, seeking more and more because he was going to come, and Nick was driving him there, not slowing.
He wanted Reece falling apart, wanted him crazed with pleasure, but right before he was tipped over the edge, Nick removed his fingers and instead filled Reece to the brim with his cock in one mighty thrust.
“Come on my dick, Kitten,” Nick said through clenched teeth, and Reece was already ahead of him, already choking on air and clawing at Nick’s arm as he came, tears in his eyes, a streak of his cum landing in his own mouth and startling him.
“Agh!” He poked out his tongue, still shaken from his orgasm, from Nick filling him up, but not knowing what to do with his own cum on his tongue.
“That’s not the face you make when you taste me,” Nick said with a dark chuckle, and Reece gasped when he leaned in and swiped his tongue across Reece’s, collecting the little bit of cum. It was a quick lick that stunned Reece, forcing him to swallow and gasp, his heart pounding.
“You sneak!” Reece suddenly felt so hot he thought he’d melt on the bed.
It was almost a kiss, so close it had him whining.
Reece wanted his kisses and knew that quick lick wasn’t the same, but it sent a thrill through him that kept him hard, made him clench tight around Nick and draw a moan out of him. “S-stop teasing and f—”
Nick pulled his hips back and slammed in, fast and deep, stealing Reece’s words, his thoughts, his breath.
Reece couldn’t move with him, not with Nick resting a hand on his chest, holding him still enough to be fucked hard.
So hard that Reece could only hold on and take it.
Each thrust was measured, even with Reece reeling he could feel the couple of seconds between each one, paced them by his own breaths that he dragged in each time.
Nick wasn’t rushing, but with him so hard inside of Reece, every motion calculated and hitting him in all the right places, Reece knew it wouldn’t be long before they were both writhing in bliss.
“Feel good, Kitten?”
So good.
“Hm?”
How Nick expected Reece to speak when he couldn’t focus on anything beyond that constant in and out, the pull and push of Nick’s powerful thrusts, the thick girth of him splitting Reece open in the best way over and over, Reece didn’t know.
His moans had to speak for him, but Nick urged him again, slowing his hips and circling them, the drastic shift in motion so sudden it had Reece’s whole body trying to come up off the bed, but Nick held him down, the hand on his chest sliding up to his throat.
Reece was so close he wanted to cry. His eyes were already wet.
“I didn’t hear you,” Nick said, long fingers squeezing gently before ghosting over his cheek and then his mouth.
“Feels good,” Reece slurred, and might’ve blushed from how much of a mess he sounded if he wasn’t already flushed red and too hot to function properly.
“Yeah?”
Reece’s eyes were closed, but he could hear Nick’s grin, so he peeled his eyes open to get a good look at it, to commit it to his memory as he had every single smile that Nick ever offered him, no matter how smug. Reece loved them all.
“How good?”
“So good,” Reece breathed, holding both arms out for Nick and quickly wrapping them around him when he laid over Reece like he wanted.
Cradling Nick’s head in his arms, Reece moaned freely into Nick’s ear as Nick drove his cock into him.
One of Nick’s arms slid under Reece, and with Nick still deep inside, he was dragged to the center of the bed.
Reece hooked his legs around Nick, both of them holding onto one another, bodies working in tandem to get them closer and closer.
And when they were teetering on the edge of euphoria as one, they finally slowed, savoring each stroke, each touch, until they were both spent and boneless.
When Nick pulled out and rolled over, Reece also rolled onto his front, groaning as he dragged his knees up. He arched his back with his ass in the air, whining as Nick’s cum leaked out, seeping down his balls.
“Nicky,” he called, holding a hand to his hole to try and keep the rest in. “Get my bag, hurry…” His legs were trembling, he was barely conscious, but he needed Nick’s cum.
“What d’ya need your bag for? I’ll clean you u—”
“No. Want my plug.”
Nick grinned and slapped Reece on the ass before hopping out of bed. At least one of them could still use their legs properly. Reece smiled tiredly and waited for him to return with the bag, pulling the plug out of it before dropping the bag on the floor.
“You’re so fuckin’ cute when you’re being a slut for my cum,” he said as he sat on the bed, swatting Reece’s hands away and using the plug to slide some of the leaked cum back to and then into his hole before popping the plug in.
“Thank you,” Reece sighed, grinning with closed eyes as he was smacked on the ass again.
Nick cleaned them both up before they finally settled into bed together, Reece curled up to Nick, who was on his back.
The spot just between his shoulder and chest was Reece’s favorite place.
His forehead was pressed against Nick’s jaw, one arm tucked between them, his other curled over Nick, fingertips dancing across Nick’s cheek and scalp. It was heaven.