CHAPTER FIFTEEN NICK #2
What’ll be amazing is if he comes in my mouth like I want him to, so I give him another hard suck that sends his eyes rolling.
“Fuck, can I touch you?” he pleads, and I pause, flicking my eyes up at his wrecked face. “Maybe we can sixty-nine?”
Even though my dick jumps at the thought, a cursory stroke confirms it’s not quite ready for more.
“Sure. But not with my dick," I start. “I’m still a little sensitive, but maybe…”
I shouldn’t ask for too much, too soon. This is the first time I’m having sex in ages, the first time I’m liking it in years, and I can’t ruin it by being a greedy fuck.
“Maybe what?” Dean runs his fingers through my hair. “I’m good to do anything you want to.”
My heart skips. He might just be saying that because it sounds hot or something. What I want is a pretty big step, and who even knows if Dean would want to…
“...go for the, uh, back there?”
His mouth falls open, those plush lips curving up. “No shit. Nick. You’d better not be kidding.”
“I’m not!” I protest. “Like, don’t get me wrong, I’ll suck you off from here if that’s what you want, but if you’d rather—”
“I’d rather you sit on my face. God, do you have any idea how much I want that?”
I tilt my head. “No?”
He chuckles, a subtle blush creeping up his long, sexy neck. “I’m an ass guy. Like, big time,” he admits. “And I’m low-key obsessed with yours.”
Grinning, I turn around to stick my butt out at Dean, and the pleasured sigh he lets out is so strong I feel it on my bare skin. When I pull on his legs and slide him down the mattress, he yelps and smacks a firm hand onto my right cheek, sending a surge of lust up my spine.
“Fuck,” he says, drawing the word out. His breath is warm on my back as he brings the other hand into the mix too, planting them on my ass and spreading me apart. “Come closer.”
Not wanting to deprive either of us for any longer, I shuffle even further back and let those strong hands guide me all the way. I grasp the rock-solid cock in front of me, and it throbs in my fist as soon as I land on his face. He makes a low, needy noise. I feel his mouth open, and—
“Oh, god, that’s so fucking good.” I grit my teeth and clench my thighs as soon as Dean’s wet tongue settles on my hole, tracing devious, diabolical patterns across my skin that knock the air out of my lungs. The sheer gusto is damn near unmatched, and Jesus, I need him to keep going.
Which he does, and even though he’s still sticking to the surface, I can’t stop writhing around like a fish out of water, or moaning like a wounded animal.
Then his damn tongue probes my entrance, and my vision goes blurry.
I clench my hands, forgetting that Dean’s cock is still in my right, so I start stroking along that thick length to remind myself it’s still there and still waiting to come.
But even though I can tell he’s racing to the edge, with how he’s attacking me with wet, euphoric sweeps of his tongue, I might even beat him.
The pleasure coursing through me, concentrating in my groin and sending a bead of precum out of my slit and onto Dean’s chest, borders on overwhelming. My stroking melts into something erratic and sharp, and if I’m gonna make him come, I need to find a way to focus.
So I pull away, breathing hard and stabilizing my rhythm.
“You good?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
“Then come back here.” He yanks me down by the waist onto his mouth again, surprising me and making me let go of his cock.
A stream of precum spills onto his stomach right as he buries his face between my cheeks, and if that wasn’t enough, he fumbles around for my dick.
I grab onto his when he fists mine, and then by some unspoken agreement, it’s like we enter into a competition for who can give the most urgent handjob.
Well, he’s somehow being urgent but also the right amount of gentle. That combo fries my nerves and sends me speeding toward my second orgasm, and when I pick up the pace, he doesn’t.
Holy hell, Dean deserves a massive award for his willpower. I know I’d be shit out of that if I was in his position—I have no idea how he’s maintaining such an enthralling degree of control when his dick is spasming in my hand like it’s being electrocuted.
“Hey, fuck! Nick, you’re gonna make me come.” He lets out his breath. “Slow down.”
I don’t slow down. “Mmm, you're such a sex god.”
“Shut up.”
I grit my teeth when his tongue flicks at my hole, and when he starts attacking, I can't help but moan. Loudly.
“You think you’re gonna outlast me?” I ask.
“Oh ye—shit!” His confidence falters when I stretch myself down to blow him, stroking the base of his cock with one hand and fondling his nuts with the other.
I make a toothless smile when his pace becomes erratic. There’s no way he’s winning this.
Wetting my mouth, I suck hard, forcing a whiny grunt out of Dean’s helpless body and into my crack.
That’s all the warning I need before I double down and swallow as he fires off, his release salty on my tongue.
He’s cursing up a storm, and even though I barely understand half of it, it’s damn poetic.
And damn, he’s still stroking me through all this, even if his movements are jerky as hell, and he’s still leaking cum. I let out a weak groan, swallowing around his softening cock head.
“Come for me,” he mumbles, stroking faster, and oh yeah, that’s all it takes for the pressure in my nuts to give way to another blistering orgasm.
This time, it fucking consumes me.
My knees buckle, dropping my chest to his stomach. This is way too good.
“Nick. Oh my god.” His voice wafts through the air and finds its way to my ears, coming through muffled and distant. “You killed me.”
“Huh, but you’re still talking. Guess I have more work to do.” I suck on his softening dick, laughing as he bucks his hips up.
“Stop it, you ass!” He laughs and rolls out from under me. “I can’t go back to back like you can. You're something else.”
I’m not trying to be mean or anything, so I pull off him and run my hand along his smooth stomach instead, dipping my fingers into the ridges and teasing at the sensitive skin in his V-line.
I just… Fuck, I just had good, satisfying sex for the first time in two years. Chuckling to myself for no reason, I lie down next to Dean and steal one of his pillows.
“You okay?” he asks, rolling over.
“Yeah.” I suck in a breath. “Thanks for that. It feels good to have fun again.”
He smirks and ruffles my hair. “Aw, don't worry about it. I'm always down to help out a sex-starved dirty talker. Especially when he's built like a baseball player.”
I swat at his chest. “Hey, I'm very well versed in all things sex. I just don't like having it with just anyone.”
And the post-double-nut clarity slams into me like a truck. Shit. That’s the last thing anyone needs to hear after a hookup.
“Because you were nice to me and all,” I blurt out. “Nice guys finish first sometimes, right?”
My bad joke appears to land, since Dean lets out a chuckle. He moves a lazy hand onto my thigh and squeezes. “Huh. If I’m not mistaken, you’re the one who busted after thirty seconds of head.”
I prop myself up onto my elbows to get a better look at Dean’s handsome, smirking face. “In my defense, you gave me a good fucking blowjob. And I never said I wasn’t nice.”
We fall into a silence that doesn’t turn awkward, with Dean still recovering as I trace the enthralling lines on his body, scratching at his bush and snickering at his tut of protest. His dick is really freaking nice even when it’s soft and spent, and I trail a teasing finger up the length of it, my own cock firming up ever so slightly when I see it twitch.
“Do you seriously want to go another round already?” he asks incredulously.
I shake my head. “Dude, I'm winded.” Even so, I move up and latch onto his bicep, hauling him onto me. “Wanna make out instead?”
Dean snorts, resting his chin on my chest and beaming up at me. “Is that even a question? Yes, fucking please.”
Returning his laughter, I crash my mouth against his, smiling through the kiss and accepting his tongue as it breaches my teeth.
Again, this guy can kiss. The only difference today compared to Friday is that now, it's more than just harmless fun. My tired dick makes a little jump, and even though I’m certain I can’t go for a third round, the feeling is downright intoxicating.
Sure, this turning-me-the-hell-on is new, too, but what's really getting to me is that all it took was being friends with him to let me feel like this. I might like him a tiny little bit, but it isn’t serious—being friends with him and staying just physical is more than I thought I was capable of.
And honestly, I'll take it. It’s what I can get.