Chapter 33 #2
“So, baby, have you had any more thought about what you want to do for work? I know you mentioned going back to uni at some point…”
Since I moved back to Fenside Common, I’ve picked up a few shifts back at the pub, although not too many since Chris had already filled my vacancy. I’ve also been working a few shifts in the café, but mainly I’ve been painting and have actually sold a few pieces through my Etsy shop.
“I know exactly what I want to do, actually.” I take a sip of my champagne to hide my smile. I know he’ll question me again in three… two… one…
“And what’s that?” I grin at him, then turn to face him.
“I want to go back to uni to study for a postgrad in Creative Arts Psychotherapy and then look at becoming an art therapist.”
I hold his gaze, knowing he understands all the facets of this decision.
The fact that I want to work with children again, but I’m not sure formal education is where I’m supposed to be anymore.
The fact that I saw just how incredibly transformative Nancy’s art therapy was for her in transition into her new life, and the fact that it will be a way for me to channel my art into something that helps people.
A slow smile covers his face, and he grabs my chin, pulling me in for a kiss. It’s a kiss that says, “I’m proud of you.” It’s a kiss that says, “I’m excited for you.” It’s a kiss that says, “I love you,” and I kiss him back the same.
A while later, when the sun has set, but the light hasn’t faded, we retreat to our tent, Nash carefully extinguishing all the candles and the firepit. We undress in silence, the sound of the waves beyond the canvas our private orchestra for tonight.
When we climb beneath the blankets, Nash pulls me to him immediately and presses a soft kiss to my mouth. It goes from sweet and sexy to incendiary in an instant, our tongues writhing with each other as our bodies entwine.
I can feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh, and his big hand curls around my arse cheek. He kisses down my throat, pushing me slightly so I’m lying on my back, as he trails kisses down the length of my body.
He nips and licks around my belly button and then down to my cock. He licks a wide, wet stripe up the underside, then takes the head into his mouth. He sucks and pulls on just the tip until I’m thrusting up into his wet mouth, desperate for more.
He obliges and takes me in all the way. His nose presses into my groin, and he swallows around my cock.
“Fuuuck,” I groan. “That feels so good, babe.”
He hums in satisfaction around me as he bobs his head up and down. When I’m dangerously close to coming, I pull on his hair until he releases me.
“Stop, stop, stop,” I say, irrational panic lacing my voice. He squeezes my base to stave off my orgasm. “Fuck, that was close,” I say.
“I know,” he chuckles, crawling up and kissing me again. “I was hoping you might want to come when you’re inside me.”
I freeze. Did he just say what I think he said?
I look at him, and he laughs.
“What?” he asks, softly stroking my face with the backs of his fingers. “You’re the one who brought up pegging me in the car. You can’t tease me with a good time and then take it away.”
As he pulls back, I grab his head and kiss him again like my life depends on it. This man.
This. Incredible. Man.
Not only is he kind, supportive, caring, adorably prim, and so damn sexy I could cry, but he’s also surprising.
Surprising in his humour, his resilience, his possessiveness, and his filthpot tendencies.
I love everything about him. And even more, I love how surprising he is in this moment when he’s telling me he wants me inside him.
“Will you fuck me, baby?”
“Are you sure?” I ask, unsure why I’m questioning it, except for the fact that he hasn’t ever brought up the idea of me topping before. It could also be because I’m shitting myself. I’ve never topped before, and I’m terrified I’ll do it wrong and hurt him.
“More than sure.” He takes my hand and guides it to his arse, then keeps going until my fingers reach his hole. What I find there shocks me so much I gasp and almost choke on my own saliva.
“Is that… a plug?” I ask, incredulous.
“Yep. Needed to make sure I’d like it before I asked. Turns out” – he kisses me savagely as I press on the base of it – “hnng, fuck. Turns out I really fucking like it.”
My dick could pound nails, it’s so hard right now.
“You do?” I tease, pressing on the plug again and wiggling it a little in his hole.
“Fuck, baby. Stop. I want you inside me when I come. Fuck me, please. Will you?” His voice is breathy, frantic, and so fucking sexy.
“I’ve never done it before, Nash,” I admit, self-consciousness hitting me in that second.
“I know, baby, but I want this. We can go slow. Do you want to?”
I nod, bewildered by him, and he kisses me savagely, lying back down and taking me with him. He reaches blindly to a small bag beside our makeshift bed and grabs the lube. He presses it into my chest. “Get me ready for you.”
I reach behind him and pull the plug out gently, thrusting it in and out a couple of times before I do, leaving him panting.
Next, I fumble with the lube bottle, clumsy and awkward, and Nash just smiles while he watches me.
It’s a smile of affection, not derision, and that distinction makes me feel incredibly safe.
Before I open the lube, I scoot down the bed, encouraging Nash to lift his knees to his chest so I can get to his hole.
His dark, hairy, sexy fucking hole. I lean in and press a soft kiss to his opening, making him gasp in surprise.
The taste of the lube he used to put the plug in lingers, but it’s not enough to mask the taste of him.
Musky, male, and all fucking mine.
“Fuck, baby,” he grunts. “You feel good down there.” I smile at his praise, like I always do, and dive in.
I lick at his hole, pushing spit into him as he writhes on the bed beneath me.
I do everything to him that feels mind-blowingly incredible when he does it to me.
I suck my saliva back out before spitting into his hole, and fuck, now I know why he likes that.
The sense of possession that rolls through me at the small act is intoxicating.
I take deep breaths, calming my nerves and excitement so I won’t explode the second I push inside him.
I pop the cap on the lube and squeeze a generous amount on my index and middle fingers and take a deep breath in as I rub them together to coat their full lengths.
“You ready for this?” I ask him, still not quite believing I’m about to be inside him.
“Stop stalling, baby. I’m ready, I promise, I want this.”
Nodding to myself and holding my bottom lip between my teeth in concentration, I take my fingers to his hole and gently trace my fingertips around his loosened rim. With each circle my fingers make, I apply more pressure until a single finger slips inside him to the first knuckle.
“Is this OK?” I check in again. Nash’s voice comes out a little throaty this time.
“It’s perfect, keep going. Don’t stop, Corey.”
I work the full length of my finger into him before curling it ever so slightly to tap against his prostate. Fucking pinch me, how is this my life right now?
“Jesus fuck, Corey. Get another finger in me, right now.” I look down at Nash to find his head back and eyes almost fully closed.
His dick is hard, which pleases me. The precum that had started to leak from the tip is making a slow descent down his length.
I want so badly to put my mouth around his head to taste him, but I also don’t want to delay this.
I can’t. I could come untouched just from fingering him, I swear.
I want this to last, at least for as long as I can hold out once I’m inside him.
I want this to last forever.
“Is this OK?” I ask, and even I can hear the nerves in my voice.
“It’s perfect, little rabbit. Come on, do it now. Fuck me, baby.”
I quickly remove my fingers from his hole, and he grunts at the emptiness. I lube my cock and line it up with his hole. I push forward slowly, so slowly, until he reaches up and grabs my arse cheeks, pulling me into him with a growl.
“I’ve had that plug inside me for hours. I need you to fuck me, Corey.” His eyes burn with arousal, and I want to give him what he needs.
I push in until I’m buried to the hilt, and then I pulse forward even deeper. Nash cries out beneath me, and the sight may well be my undoing.
“Fuck,” we say in unison, both in awe at the sensation.
“Fuck, your dick in my arse feels fucking perfect. Please, move,” he begs. “Please, baby. Make love to me. Make me yours.”
I lean over him and kiss him deeply as I pull out almost all the way before pressing back in. The change in angle from leaning forward forces my dick to rub against his prostate, and I swear, Nash’s soul almost leaves his body.
“Nash, Jesus Christ, you feel so good, Nash. I love you. I love you so much,” I pant, words running into each other as I babble every thought in my head while I make love to him.
“I love you too, baby. You feel amazing. I’m so fucking close.”
“Me too, fuck. Can I come inside you, Nash? Please?” I’m the one begging now. I want nothing more than to claim this beautiful man as mine in every way I can.
“Baby, I want to sleep with you right where you are. Fill me up. Fill me up and never leave.”
It takes only one, two, three more thrusts until I tense over him as my orgasm hits with the force of a freight train.
The feeling of my cum filling him sends Nash closer to the edge.
He grabs his weeping cock and only has to stroke himself twice before his own release barrels through him, and he explodes over his stomach and chest, pulsing ropes of creamy cum all over himself.
Knowing how much Nash enjoys it, I scoop his release from his skin, my cock still buried deep in his arse, and suck it from my fingers.
I lean forward and hold there until he opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out beneath me.
I let his release drip from my mouth and onto his tongue before diving in for a wet, sloppy, incredible kiss.
Nash moans around my tongue, as I do the same. My cock slips from his arse, my release escaping from his hole. I grab some of the wipes from the bag the lube was in and clean us both up as best I can in a tent on the beach.
We kiss, and kiss until we have no choice but to admit defeat, exhaustion hitting us, and we both fall asleep.