Chapter 39
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Austin
The wall had come tumbling down between us. And of course it was Nick who was the wrecking ball.
The head of his cock sat against my lips as I looked up at him. The last couple days, I’d barely been able to do anything but sleep. He’d shown up and rescued me, and finally, I’d given in to the feelings that’d been brewing since he came back to Whynot.
“Austin, are you sure you want this right now?” Nick asked. He stared down at me, his eyes wide and breaths shallow. He was so hard, pre-cum dripping from him. “We could shower. We could cuddle. I want you, I just don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret.”
“I won’t regret this,” I said. “I’ve been fighting this for too long.”
His throat worked and he nodded. “Then open your mouth for me.”
I did as he asked. The piercings glided across my tongue as he thrust forward, filling me with one strong thrust. I moaned around him, my eyes fluttering closed as I started to suck.
This was the last piece of the puzzle.
What I had with Evie and Matthew was perfect. I was so thankful to both of them for giving me the chance to be with them. But this whole time, Nick had been there too, and finally tasting him—finally having him—it made everything click into place.
“Oh fuck,” he mumbled.
His hips jerked, his breath hitching as he grabbed the sides of my head. I moved my mouth back and forth, taking him deeper with each thrust until my eyes started to water.
“Fuck, that mouth of yours is perfect,” he whined. “Dammit. Why did we wait so long?”
I smiled as I pulled off, licking my lips. He tangled his fingers in my hair and yanked my head back, kissing me fiercely. Finally tasting him, finally having his mouth on mine. It was everything I’d been missing.
He dragged me to my feet. I planted my hands on the wall on either side of him, groaning as his tongue tangled with mine.
“Shower,” he demanded. “I want to touch you. Come on.”
I stepped inside and flipped on the hot water, my eyes rolling back as Nick reached around me and took my cock. He started to stroke me, leading me into the shower stall and sliding the glass door shut behind us. Hot water pelted my back, running down my skin as he jerked me, his strokes smooth.
“They’ve been making fun of us you know,” Nick rasped in my ear. “Matthew and Evie. Thinking we should just kiss.”
“We should kiss right in front of them,” I said.
Nick let out the darkest chuckle. “Let’s do that, then plan to get them in bed.”
“You’re so devious.”
“Of course I am.” He leaned in, his teeth grazing my throat.
“Are you going to be rough with me?” I whispered.
“Do you want me to be?”
“Yes,” I mumbled. “I like . . . I like degradation.”
Nick hummed. “I’m not doing that to you right now. Sorry. It’s a bad idea, given the state I just found you in, maybe?”
He had a point. “That’s fair.”
“We’ll save it for later,” he said. “Maybe . . . Maybe you, me, and Matthew can have a night together. I know Evie wouldn’t mind.”
My mouth watered at the idea.
“I’m absolutely certain Matthew would love the idea of it too.”
“I’m sure he would,” I agreed.
This whole conversation was happening while he was still stroking my cock. I rocked my hips into his grip, groaning as he kept whispering against my ear.
“I bet Evie would watch us,” he said. “There’s also that option. I love the idea of handing her a vibrator and her watching me fuck you while Matthew fucks me.”
“Christ,” I gasped. “Nick.”
He released me suddenly with an evil smirk, and god it was hot. Hot and evil. I drank in his tattoos and piercings as he reached past me for the body wash. He lathered up his hands and switched spots with me, rubbing me down, washing me everywhere.
My cock never stopped being hard.
Especially as he sank to his knees.
I gasped when his hot mouth closed around my cock. My hips jerked in response, and he groaned as he took me deeper.
It’d been days since I’d come. I wasn’t going to last long, especially not after feeling the rush of putting our rivalry to rest.
“Nick,” I whimpered. “I’m gonna come in your mouth if you don’t stop.”
He didn’t stop. He didn’t stop at all. My head tipped back as my spine started to tingle with pleasure. My hands settled on his head, gripping his hair as his head bobbed. His hand gently cupped my balls, giving me a light squeeze that was just right. Just fucking right.
That’s it, that’s it, I’m so close—
“Nick,” I cried, starting to pull back.
He didn’t let me. Instead, his arm looped around my ass, and he kept me in place, my cock bumping against the back of his throat.
“Fuck,” I panted. “Fuck!”
I shouted as I came inside his mouth. Steam filled the shower around us as I unloaded on his tongue. He swallowed it all, his eyes on my face, shining with a mix of lust, amusement, and vulnerability.
He released me, licking his lips as I sank against the shower wall, recovering.
“Fuck,” I rasped. “Come here. Kiss me.”
I dragged him against me, our arms tangled as I kissed him, tasting myself on his tongue. He moaned, his body relaxing for just a few moments.
But then he was back in control.
He shoved me under the water with a smirk. “Wash up, dirty boy. I need my cock inside you as soon as possible.”
My mind was spinning as we finished our shower and dried off quickly. I stumbled after him, shaking my head as he took me to my bed.
This place really was a mess, even after him tidying up a little. Before I could feel a flash of humiliation, though, Nick shoved me down onto the bed.
“Don’t even think about all you have to do,” he growled. “If you even try, I’m gonna fuck it out of you.”
“Nick,” I whined.
“Where’s your lube?”
“Nightstand,” I said.
I felt a little vulnerable with my ass out waiting for him, but that drifted away the moment he settled behind me. He leaned over, peppering kisses up and down my spine.
“Do you know how long I’ve been thinking about this?” He whispered.
“No,” I grunted. “Thought we hated each other.”
“Mm, yeah, but even so. I’ve thought about fucking you countless times. It’s actually been almost all I could think about for weeks. I was a little jealous of Matthew and Evie.”
“Me too,” I mumbled.
“Thought so.”
He poured a generous amount of lube in his hands and started to work my hole, circling it and pushing inside me. I relaxed around him, my eyes fluttering.
“You’re mine now,” he sighed happily. “All mine.”
“I am,” I agreed.
His chuckle made my stomach flip. I groaned as he pushed three fingers inside me, teasing and testing.
“Nick,” I whispered. “Fuck me. Please. I need you in me now. I want you inside me more than anything else.”
He kissed my shoulder once more, but then I felt the head of his cock against me. The anticipation was killing me, especially as he simply rocked against me, teasing me.
“Nick,” I demanded.
He playfully slapped my ass. “You and I should set up a little wrestling session in the future. I like the idea of seeing who taps out first.”
“It would be you,” I growled.
He answered by reaching down and covering my mouth with his hand, and shoving his cock deep inside me. I gasped as I took him, every rigid inch, his piercings increasing the pleasure.
Nick dragged his hips back, then thrust into me again.
Fuck. This was perfect.
It felt like we’d been waiting for this forever. I knew that Evie and Matthew had been making fun of us for holding out so long, but god it was worth it.
All that tension. All that hate. All that thinking that he was someone I could never possibly like.
And being so incredibly fucking wrong.
Maybe I’d been in love with him the whole time.
Whatever the truth was, we were here now. I was his. He was mine. And everything in my world was finally starting to feel right again.
I grunted as his cock stretched me. His breaths puffed out as he fucked me, my legs shaking as he drove into me harder. I licked the hand he had clasped around my mouth and he cursed at me.
“Now I know how Matthew feels when I’m a brat,” he panted.
“You are a brat,” I groaned.
“Mm-hmm, and you hate me so much. How’s my cock feeling inside you, Whynot?”
Really fucking good.
He pushed me harder into the mattress, his cock drilling in and out of me. And fuck, those piercings. They felt so good. I shivered under him, my eyes rolling back as our bodies slapped together. I’d already come in the shower, but my cock was growing hard again with every brutal pump.
“I’m gonna come again,” I said, my voice muffled against the blankets.
“I know you are,” he growled. “Keep taking my cock, Whynot.”
I would, gladly. He was perfect inside me. Stretching me, hitting just the right spot, making me want to beg. My fingers gripped the blankets harder as I pushed my ass back to meet every thrust.
Years. Months. Weeks. We could have had this when he showed back up in Whynot. Hell, we could have had something like this instead of hating each other so much in high school.
His fingertips dug into my skin hard enough to leave bruises—and I wanted them. I wanted to see his marks on me. I wanted them to be like the tattoos that painted his body.
For all the things I’d been telling myself I hated about Nick, it was hitting me now that I’d been wrong.
They were all things I loved about him.
His humor. His intelligence. His kindness. The way he would always jump into help. The way he pushed himself to grow.
His resilience. I had no idea what he’d gone through when we were younger, but he’d made himself into something. He’d gone on and fought to succeed despite not having the support he deserved from loved ones.
And god, I loved his cock. I loved the piercings. I loved his fucking mullet. Why was the mullet so hot?
This man had been the bane of my existence for so long. Enemies in high school, always fighting, always pushing each other. And then he’d shown back up in town, taking a piece of my home—and I was so fucking glad he did.
I was happy.
I panted, my vision blurring with tears as more pleasure pumped through me.
He made me happy.
“Please,” I whined. “Please come inside me. Please.”
Nick groaned. “I can’t deny you when you beg like that, baby.”
Baby. Maybe being called baby by Nick was my new kink, because as he buried himself deep inside me and unleashed, I came too. Cum shot from my cock in hot ropes as he filled me, the two of us letting out long, needy groans.
I collapsed against the bed. He sank on top of me, and I loved the weight of his body. It felt safe and good, comforting.
He kissed my shoulders gently, his touch turning soft.
“Nick,” I whispered. “I don’t hate you.”
“I think I know that,” he murmured.
“I think it’s the opposite of hate.”
I felt him smile. “Me too, Whynot.”
Warmth filled my chest. My eyes closed and I realized I could just stay like this.
“We’re gonna cuddle for a few minutes,” he mumbled. “Then we’re gonna get up, clean your house, eat some real food because I’m fucking starving now, and then sit on the couch together and get things done. Okay?”
I nodded. “Okay.”
And we did exactly that. Somehow with Nick, it was easier to not put up the tough front. Possibly because he wouldn’t let me do it, or maybe because he knew exactly what that tough front felt like too. Either way, everything felt better with him here.
“All right,” Nick sighed happily, yanking me to his side on the couch. “Open your laptop. We’re scheduling you a therapy appointment and looking at your schedule.”
I made a face at him. I was perfectly capable of doing those things myself. “You don’t need to—”
He grabbed my hair and pulled hard enough I winced. “Shut up, Whynot. We’re doing it. Together. Okay?”
My cheeks burned, but I nodded. Yes, I could do this myself, but . . .
Having him here to help wasn’t a bad thing.
I was thankful for him.
“Okay. We’ll do it.”
“Together,” he prompted.
Together.