CHAPTER SIXTEEN DEAN #2
I compensate for the messiness by keeping our mouths fused together, which traps the low moan from my throat between us. Eventually, though, we have to pull back for air, and when I open my eyes, the sight of Nick’s adorably flushed face makes my heart race even more.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” I mumble as I lean forward.
I can’t remember the last time I was this turned on, and my god, I’m dying to strip him down to bare skin and get my mouth on his dick again.
It only took one time, but now I know what to do if I want to break through his cocky exterior and have him quivering on the edge with that tough persona nowhere to be seen.
I want to be the guy to look into his wrecked, pleading eyes as I deliver the final, satisfying blow that makes him break and unload into my mouth with a whimper.
Cupping Nick’s jaw with one hand, I let my other hand roam down his ribcage, hovering at his side and gripping firmly. I can’t be the only one making moves—Nick has to want this too, but from the way we’re making out like the world’s gonna end, I won’t have to wait long.
That doesn’t mean I can’t nudge things along. I casually let my body slide under his, and in our new position, the amazing visual of Nick riding my dick floods my brain. I don’t know for sure if he bottoms, but the fact he likes his ass played with is a good sign.
Seriously—if Nick lets me top him, I’ll die happy. I won’t need to experience anything else. I can pass as a sated man with the memory of spilling into—
“Jesus, man. Are you gonna keep me waiting forever?”
It’s only then I realize I’ve been teasing Nick’s hard cock over the fabric of those sweatpants for who knows how long.
I’m about to give in and yank the waistband down to let that hefty dick of his spring free, but I stop short, smiling up at his expectant face and trailing my fingers down to tease his covered shaft some more.
“Come on.” Nick moves a hand from my head to his waist, and I push it behind his back, gathering both of his wrists together and holding them in place with a gentle grip in case he doesn’t like it. “Jesus, you’ve gotta be kidding me.”
I scoff. “Nope. Maybe I want to enjoy this for more than the thirty seconds it takes you to bust.”
“Oh, fuck you.” Nick grins and breaks a hand free from my grip, swatting the side of my head. “Yesterday was the first good sex I’ve had in years. Don’t give me shit for enjoying myself.”
That’s one way to stroke a man’s ego. I choose to reward him a little selfishly by kissing him again.
He accepts my lips with a hungry suck, pulling me closer by the front of my shirt and laughing when I let out a squeak.
His hands travel from my jaw around to my neck, and down to my back, and if he thinks this kiss isn’t gonna last forever, he’s sorely mistaken.
His hands move lower down my body, and my heart rate speeds up, only to stop in its tracks when his sneaky fingers close around my right asscheek.
Then when he moans, my breathing stops, too.
“Damn, that’s nice,” he says. He hasn’t let go.
“You know what’s firmer than my ass?” I ask, pulling back and cocking a brow at Nick.
His flushed face stares back at me, not answering.
I chuckle into his neck. “My dick.”
Nick bursts into laughter, and I follow after him, unable to contain myself. His body vibrates above mine, almost tipping me off the bed and onto the floor, but I’m beyond caring. He regains some semblance of control, choosing to get on his knees, still straddling me on the bed, and strip me naked.
I don’t resist, and he doesn’t when I do the same to him. He lets out a low whistle while stroking me, and when he bends down to lick at my cock head, I have to close my eyes.
Which is why I don’t see Nick sliding my shaft between his ample asscheeks. The sensation is unmistakable, and even though I’m not inside him, it wakes me right up.
“Can we…” I trail off, blinking with surprise.
“Fuck?” He cocks his sexy head, smirking down at me. “Please.”
I scramble up to get in position, but Nick shoves me back down onto my back.
That’s only rude when I don’t want it, and now is not one of those times.
“Nah. I wanna ride you if that’s okay,” he says with a shrug, rolling off of me. “I’m still a little jittery, and besides, you’re way thicker than anything in my dildo collection. I need to control the speed.”
He can control whatever the hell he wants.
I stay dead still as slow hands grab supplies out of my bedside table and roll a condom over my rock-hard erection, then the chilly, slick feeling of lube makes me gasp.
When I crane my neck, the sight of Nick with his long legs in the air, opening his hole up, sends a streak of heat into my balls that’s about ninety percent as good as an orgasm itself.
This is going to fucking ruin me, and I’ll love every damn second.
He makes quick work of the prep, and before I know it, he’s wiped his hands on the sheets and planted them on my chest, taking position above me.
Strong thighs straddle my ribcage, the boxed-in feeling making my arousal surge, and when he guides my needy dick to his entrance, I have to bite my lip to avoid shouting.
“Be patient, man,” Nick scolds. “I want this as much as you do.”
With that, he slowly lowers himself down my length, and my whole world changes a little more with every tantalizing millimeter of depth he gives me.
Nick might have joked about me being a fuckboy, but the label isn’t entirely incorrect. I know my way around an ass, and to me, there are two types: one that feels great and gets us both off, and one that’s so pleasurable, it should be illegal.
Nick just added a third category: unforgettable, diabolical, incapacitating perfection. His walls close in on me, surrounding my shaft with mind-warping warmth, and the cry that escapes my mouth is nothing short of pathetic.
Man, I love being vers.
“You like this?” he asks needlessly, smiling down at my twitching body. He straightens, dragging along me and making me see stars.
I reply by grabbing his hips and holding him steady while I thrust up into him.
Drinking in the blissful expression that spreads across his flushed face, I keep it up, barely holding back from screwing him like a jackhammer.
Hitting the right angles is almost second nature, and reading his aroused grin gives me the necessary confirmation he’s enjoying this, too.
My arms weaken as the intoxicating sensations in my groin spread out, and I settle for sifting my fingers through the soft, thick hair on Nick's meaty thighs and digging into the solid muscle.
That only emboldens him to grab my arms in return. The mutual touch, coupled with how I'm fucking up into him like a feral idiot, is enough to burn these minutes into my memory for posterity.
Embarrassingly, my balls tighten after way too little time, making me slow down to avoid making a fool of myself. My whole crotch complains, tightness coiling at the base of my shaft as I catch my breath.
“Please,” he complains. “Don't slow down.”
“I gotta. I’m so close.” My body sinks into the mattress, and Nick follows, dropping down my cock and squeezing his muscles around it. “Dude, you’re gonna kill me.”
In response, he slides up, giving me a tiny bit of reprieve before slamming back down and sending my brain into a nervous, desperate spiral of pure arousal.
“Nick!” I hiss. “You’re gonna make me come.”
“So?” He shoots a cocky grin down at me, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he rides my aching dick yet again. My balls contract, desperate for release, and I glare up, hoping it comes across as a warning.
“I'm serious,” I say through a breath.
“Come on, you weakling,” he teases, squeezing again and making me whine. “Let me put you out of your misery.”
When I don’t grace him with a reply, he clenches again.
And then again.
“Nick.” The second I say his name, his face lights up. “I can’t come yet.”
“Aww, you think it’s up to you? You’re so cute.” From the way he laughs, it’s clear he’s enjoying how he’s getting under my skin. “You might as well give up. I want your thick, hot load, and I’m gonna get it.”
My shaft pulses in him as soon as those filthy words hit my eardrums.
Fuck—I have to give in.
“Okay, you win. I need to come.” I thrust up, hoping Nick helps me out by sinking back down, but the asshole moves in time with my body, depriving me even more.
“Maybe I want something from you. Take a guess.”
“You wanna make me come,” I spit out. “I don’t have the patience for fucking games.”
“Nah, something else.” He sinks back down to the base of my protesting dick and clenches harder, and again, I’m brought ever-so-close to the edge, but not enough to actually cross the line.