Chapter 29 #2
He kicks the door shut behind us and carries me into the kitchen, placing me down carefully on the counter of the island.
With another sweet kiss to the top of my nose, he turns to open the oven, checking on something inside briefly before he turns back to the island to chop vegetables for a salad.
I hop down from the counter, curious, and peek through the glass door of the oven.
It looks like a frittata. My stomach grumbles, and I realise just how hungry I am.
Nash looks over at me, his eyebrow raising in amusement.
“I heard that,” he says, cheekily. “You need to take better care of yourself.” He scoops the vegetables into the large salad bowl in front of him, then rinses his hands in the sink and dries them on the tea towel.
I haven’t moved a muscle, a million ideas running through my head of how I might like him to take care of me. In the next breath, he proves his ability to read my mind and crowds behind me. He curls over my shoulders, his mouth to my ear as he speaks, his deep voice vibrating through me.
“Or maybe I need to take care of you, hmm?” I lean back into him without a word, and when I feel his nose nestle into the crook of my neck, I tilt my head further to the side, giving him better access to my skin.
I feel the heat of the tip of his tongue lightly tease my neck and blaze a scorching trail to my collarbone, where he lightly nips at my skin with his teeth before soothing it with his tongue again. I moan in pleasure at the sensation.
Blood rushes to my dick, filling it almost to the point of pain as Nash continues biting and licking at me. In one quick second, he spins me around to face him and devours me with a passionate kiss.
Nash grabs the bottom hem of my T-shirt and tugs it off over my head, tossing it to the floor before running his big hands up my sides.
I shudder. He brushes his thumbs gently over every faded mark or scar on my body, the delicate touches filled with myriad emotions, making me feel as though I want to climb inside him and let him protect me for the rest of my life.
Nash lowers himself to his knees in front of me, and I almost choke on my tongue.
This man does not belong on his knees for anyone.
He is everything, and he deserves to sit on high and be worshipped by us lesser mortals.
Although if any other such lesser man came near Nash at this point, I think I’d go full-on evil twink and scratch their covetous eyes out.
He loosens the button on my jeans and lets them fall to the floor, A rough sound emanating from his as he takes in my jock.
“Fuck, baby. Are you trying to kill me?”
He encourages me to step out of the jeans, then steps away. I feel bereft at the space between us, but realise he’s just switching off the oven.
“The only thing I want to eat right now is you,” he growls.
Fuck, I love it when he growls. He returns to me and strokes my hips reverently.
He nuzzles into my groin, and I feel his nose press against the bulge of my cock in my tight underwear.
He takes a deep breath, inhaling my scent, and when his eyes almost roll back in his head, I have to pinch my forearm to distract myself from coming before he’s even touched me.
He sticks out his tongue and presses it to the small, damp patch where my precum has soaked through.
I’m unbelievably turned on after so long with only my own hand for company, and I feel the fabric of my boxers getting wetter by the second as he mouths at me through the material.
Abruptly, he stands, hooks his arms underneath my arse once again, and hoists me back onto the kitchen counter.
He kisses me again, a slight hint of me on his tongue from where he tongued me through my jockstrap.
Fuck, this man is sexy, and if I die tonight from wanting him, I’d like the police to know it was entirely consensual.
“Mmm, delicious,” he moans as he returns to mouthing at my cock through my underwear.
“Please, Nash. Please,” I beg, and he, seemingly suddenly unable to wait any longer, tugs my jock down by the waistband. I lean back on the counter slightly so I can lift myself up, and he can discard my underwear… somewhere.
He groans loudly when his gaze lands on my hard dick, the bulge of his own erection visible beneath his jeans. The fact that he’s still fully dressed while I sit here naked on his kitchen counter is entirely too sexy.
I don’t have a huge dick. I’m a small guy, and my dick is proportionate to my body at probably only about five inches or so, but it’s never been harder than it is right now. The pink head is wet with precum, and it peeks out from my foreskin, just waiting for Nash’s mouth to engulf it.
He takes my length in his hand, leaning over me to press a bruising kiss to my lips, possessing me with every sweep of his tongue.
I respond instantaneously, following his lead in a dance that feels as good as it tastes.
I whimper into his mouth, and he squeezes my cock until another bead of precum forms at my tip.
“Hmmm, does my little rabbit like when I squeeze his pretty little cock?” Nash’s voice is carnal lust, and it sets me on fire.
“Y-yes. I r-really like it,” I pant, embarrassed by how my voice is suddenly high-pitched and airy.
“Should I taste it?” he asks, his voice so gruff, it doesn’t even sound like him.
“Y-yes, Nash. Please, oh God, please.” I’m writhing shamelessly on the countertop, and Nash takes my hips in his hands to hold me steady.
He licks his way down my chest, making sure to tease my pink, pebbled nipples as he grazes past them.
When he reaches my dick, he swallows me whole, all the way to the root in one sure move, and I cry out in ecstasy.
“Fuck, Nash. Ohmigod.” I’m being loud and vocal, and I can’t fucking help it.
Nash seems to like it too, if the muffled moans and heated gaze are anything to go by.
He uses his teeth to nibble at my foreskin a little before swallowing me down again, and I let out a feral little growl that is beyond humiliating.
He looks up at me like he wants to devour me with lust and squeeze me with fierce, cute aggression all at once.
I guess he likes it when I growl, too.
Noted.