CHAPTER FIFTEEN NICK
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
NICK
Dean tastes like peppermint and sex. If anyone asks me what sex tastes like, there’s no way I could even begin to describe it, but I know it when I’ve got it. It’s something heady and unmistakable, and right now, Dean’s warm, gentle mouth has it in lethal concentrations.
My heart is in my throat, and it’s still because of nerves like last time, but they’re a different kind.
Not the painful nerves I felt two days ago—excited ones. The kind I get when I’m about to cliff-dive into a lake.
The kind I get when I’m kissing a guy I’m into, and who I’m—hopefully—seconds away from stripping naked.
Feeling bold, I bring a hand underneath his soft shirt again and venture further than before, savoring the addictive sensation of his smooth, round pecs that ratchets my arousal up even more.
I don’t know who moans first—we both end up harmonizing with the urgent noises coming from the backs of our throats, and I chuckle, opening my eyes to meet Dean’s reverent, heated gaze.
That’s the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen, but again, I haven’t seen his dick.
His energy suggests it’s big.
The feeling of him grinding his bulge against mine all but confirms my speculation.
When I try to pull away for air, he sinks his teeth into my bottom lip and holds me in place before pulling us both down onto the mattress for more.
My body lands on his, making the bedframe creak, and the only thing running through my head is how I really, really need to feel my bare skin against his.
The fabric between us is frustrating, and it needs to fucking go.
But I don’t want to stop making out with Dean; I reach for his shirt instead and tug at the bottom, hoping it serves as a hint.
This time, finally, he takes it, wriggling out from under me and yanking his shirt off to reveal his broad chest and the killer abs that I stupidly felt up last night.
I knew he was built, but seeing it for real again doesn’t compare to the tantalizing outline of his body everyone can see through his clothes.
He’s definitely leaner than I am—deep, sexy ridges separate his abs, and the sweet divot between his pecs makes the tension in my groin thicken with every sustained second of staring.
Goddamn, it’s like all the attraction I couldn’t feel for the last two years manifests all at once. There’s no way to deny it.
“Your turn.” Dean slips a hand under my own shirt, and I help him the rest of the way, watching his smile grow as soon as the fabric clears my head. Soon, though, his face is out of my line of sight, because it’s in my chest.
Fuck, yes, he’s kissing my chest—no, he’s burying his face in there. His lips are as warm and soft as they were when we were face to face, and hell if this doesn’t make me want to come on the spot.
Those warm hands caress my sides as he straightens, and as soon as his head is level with mine, I lunge forward for another kiss, unable and entirely unwilling to hold back. This man fucking mangles my brain and replaces all of my thoughts with a constant hum of pure, raunchy need.
Not pulling away, Dean sweeps his fingers along my stomach, releasing a little moan when he reaches my ab hair. If I’d known we were going to be getting all hot and heavy like this, I would have tried to clean myself up down there.
He breaks the kiss.
Rude.
“God,” he murmurs, sifting his fingers through my happy trail. “I love all this hair. So fucking hot.”
Not rude.
I slam my mouth back against his, and feeling his smile against mine unlocks yet another vat of desire, sending it flooding through my body as if I wasn’t already turned-on enough.
He still has a hand on my lower stomach, teasing downward into my bush, while the other hand cups my ass.
He isn’t squeezing or being all handsy, but if he wanted to, I’d totally let him.
“Are you okay to take things further?” Dean murmurs, pulling back again.
“Fuck. Yeah.” Words are hard, almost as much as I am.
“Tell me if things get too intense, and we can call things off. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
What’s not comfortable are my pants, because they’re too tight to contain my raging hard-on.
So I do away with them.
I take in his lopsided, satisfied smile that grows with every passing second. He blinks, like he doesn’t know what to say, and his grin opens into a gaped expression.
“Hey, it’s your turn now,” I say, and he still doesn’t move.
“You’ve got a nice fucking dick.” He lowers himself along my body to hover above my crotch. “I need to suck you off if you’re down,” he murmurs, his breath tickling my exposed cock head.
I nod. Even though I really want to see him naked, my mild complaint is erased the second he licks up my shaft. The warmth of his tongue is heavenly, making my balls draw up, and he fondles them with a gentle palm while making languid swipes at me.
My breaths are shallow and loud as I stare down expectantly, meeting Dean’s warm eyes as they shimmer, like they’re teasing me. I almost groan when he pulls his head back, but before I can, he sucks in a breath and envelops me with his molten mouth.
“Oh my god!” I fucking scream. The bliss coursing through my shaft is out of this world to the point it’s scary, and my instincts are torn between scurrying away and thrusting deeper into the sheer warmth that’s frying my brain to a thoughtless crisp.
The result? I melt into the mattress while Dean rakes me with delicious, languid passes of his tongue. He doesn’t let up for a single second, not even when he hums out a low, satisfied noise that digs into my balls and makes me mutter some kind of nonsense.
I respond with a sharp gasp as soon as he increases the pressure on my nuts, and when he clasps the other hand around the base of my cock, it’s too much and wholly insufficient at the same time.
I have no clue what the hell to do, and all I can manage is a clipped grunt and a useless grasp at the sheets under me. It’s like my body is punishing me for not getting good head in forever, by reminding me how it’s goddamn euphoric.
And by spurring an orgasm in no time at all. Holy shit, he’s gonna make me bust. Dean’s a beast, and he isn’t showing any signs of slowing down.
“You gotta stop if you don’t want me to come yet,” I grit out.
His response is to deepthroat me and make my brain implode before sliding off, leaving me aching for more. “Do you think you can go two rounds?”
All I want to do is come, damn it—embarrassing myself might even be worth it. “I don’t know. Fuck. Why don’t we find out?”
He doesn’t reply before engulfing my cock again, and with another suck around my dick that might as well be targeted with pinpoint accuracy, I shoot, my vision blurring as the white-hot climax tears through me and down Dean’s tight throat.
Bliss washes across every square inch of my body for not nearly long enough, and when I loosen my muscles and start breathing normally again, I brace myself for him to slide off and ask me to return the favor.
But he doesn’t.
Dean keeps me in his mouth and runs his tongue from side to side along my softening dick, avoiding the hyper-sensitive head and choosing instead to massage my shaft with his cheeks in a way that makes my whole body shake.
The focused action wakes my dick back up, and I wince as my semi brushes the hard roof of his mouth.
“Careful with the tip,” I gasp. “It’s—”
Dean pulls off, swallowing a leftover leak as he does. “—sensitive? Here, let me try something.”
I try to read the intent behind those playful eyes, but I have to let my head fall back when he licks at the root of my dick, squeezing at the top in a way I appreciate like hell. So much so that before I know it, I’m almost all the way hard. Again.
“Already?” Dean scoffs. “How long has it been?”
I don’t have the strength to look him in the eye, so I settle for talking at the ceiling. “Since my last nut, or my last blowjob?”
“Either?”
“Way too long, for both of those.” I wave around, trying to find his body before finally making contact with a shoulder. “Hold up. It’s not fair if I just lie back and do nothing.”
“Hey, I don’t mind. But if you need to do something, maybe jerk me until you’re ready to go again?”
I nod, propping myself up on my elbows, only to be reminded that he hasn’t even taken his pants off yet.
Asshole. I wanna see what he’s working with.
So I push myself forward and yank at the drawstring. He chuckles, rolling over, which prompts me to tug his sweats clean off of those strong legs.
Holy hell, he’s pretty—hard, thick as hell, and leaking precum onto his stomach like there’s no tomorrow.
He’s got the wrong idea if he thinks I’m going to stop at jerking him off. If there’s one thing anyone should know about me, it’s that I match whatever energy I’m given. Dean didn’t push me to reciprocate before I was ready—he’s a kind guy, and I can be one, too.
And to me, that means sucking him as far into my mouth as far as I can take it.
“Mmm. Come here.” I wet my lips, leaning down and wrapping a hand around his length.
He bites down on his own lips as I stroke. When his eyes are closed and when he’s least expecting it, I gulp in a hefty breath before engulfing the head of his cock.
“Shit, Nick!” he yells, bucking his hips up and making my lips open even more. “Sorry. I couldn't help it—”
I cut him off by inhaling a deep breath through my flared nostrils and giving him a stronger suck.
My unpracticed jaw throbs at how wide it's stretching, but I persevere and lower myself a little further down, emulating the same kind of tongue action Dean gave me, flicking at the underside and curling up.
He must like it, if the strangled, elated noises he’s making are anything to go off of.
One look at his shaking, quivering form is all the confirmation I need. He nods silently when I jack the base, and when I lick up the underside, his silence breaks in a deep, muttered curse that brings me back to full mast.
“Jesus, Nick.” His voice is thick with pure arousal. “This is amazing.”