CHAPTER SIXTEEN DEAN #3
And fuck, I really, really need to come.
It’s already hurting so bad, and with every passing second, I get more desperate.
My breaths are becoming ragged, sweat is beading across every square centimeter of my exposed skin, and there’s no way I look even close to dignified, not that anyone ever does during sex.
“What is it?” I grunt. “Come on, tell me.”
Nick’s sexy, smirking face leans down and nudges my nose, pinning me down with nothing more than his presence. “I want a proper invite for Christmas.”
Seriously?
I roll my eyes. “Didn’t I already say you could come with me?”
He flicks my arms aside before I can touch him, and if that wasn't enough, he traps my biceps under his hands and puts his whole weight onto them.
And then he tightens around me again, extracting another strangled noise from my throat.
“You're such an asshole,” I hiss, and that only gets him to clench yet another time, magnifying the achy need in my balls. I’m so goddamn close, and Nick’s torturous dick massage is ramping up the pressure in my nuts to something unbearable, but I can’t come without one of us thrusting.
My need to shoot wins against my need to save any of my dignity, so I sigh up at Nick’s smug face. “Since you didn't hear me the first time, I want you to come home with me. Please. I really do.”
He flicks those soft eyes down at me, a smile crinkling the corners. “Was that so hard?”
I don't get a chance to reply, because finally, finally, Nick lightens the pressure on my hips, giving me free rein to thrust my cock deep into his warm, soft hole.
The tension in my core builds so quickly my vision blurs, and I don't even care how feeble I probably look with my pleasured writhing, because releasing this long-overdue nut is gonna make up for my bruised ego tenfold.
“Nick, I'm gonna come,” I blurt out, and he gives me a hum of acknowledgement, bringing a hand to his cock and jerking in time with my needy thrusts.
The sight of his arm flexing as he strokes, coupled with how fucking good his ass feels, hauls me right over the edge and into the best damn orgasm I think I’ve ever had.
My whole damn body goes weak as I bust with a shout—the noise quickly contracts into a wheeze when my energy depletes. Through my unfocused eyes, I see what looks like Nick tensing up, then I feel his cum landing on my chest a second later.
And through it all, the intoxicating spasms of his ass muscles squeeze around my dick, dragging even more of my climax out of my balls and making me shudder in ecstasy. My weak body sinks into the bed as Nick slides off my spent erection, removing the condom afterward and tossing it into the bin.
For someone who says he’s out of practice, Nick Russell is a sex god. Holy shit, I don’t know if I’ve ever come as hard as I just did. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt an ass as divine as his, and I was wrapped up, too.
I already broke my no-repeats rule. At this point, there’s no going back. And yeah, maybe I’m bordering on obsession, but then again, I’m a guy. Just one who manages to be even hornier than might be normal.
“Did you like that?” I croak, still trying to find the energy to open my eyes. “You drained me. Holy crap.”
Nick flops down next to me, wiping my chest with a paper towel and ruffling my hair. “Yeah. You’re a good fuck.”
I snort. “Stop talking about me like I’m a piece of meat,” I complain. What I don’t let on is that Nick can treat me however he wants, short of being a douche.
“You’ve got a nice piece of meat.” He snickers and grabs my soft dick, shaking it around and making me groan in amusement. “But I’ll stop if you give me post-sex cuddles.”
“All you have to do is ask, man.” Seconds later, he’s in my arms, his hair in my face and his lips biting my neck. “Give me a hickey, and I'll chomp your dick off.”
I smack his shoulder, even though I'm too spent to put any strength behind it. I'm expecting a little quip, but naked Nick keeps his mouth shut, choosing instead to settle next to me on the bed and sling an arm around my shoulders.
“You wouldn’t do that.”
His deep voice sends a slow tingle down my spine, dropping into my core and warning it right up. Burying my head in his neck, I reach down and give his hard dick a few lazy strokes, snickering when it throbs in my hand, telling me just how much Nick wants this.
I sure could use some company for the rest of the week. Maybe I can tempt Nick into staying—
“Fuck, man, I never wanna leave,” he groans, almost like he read my damn mind. “Your bed is so comfy.”
“Even though I sleep like an asshole?” I joke.
“Yup. Your mattress atones for your sins by proxy.”
With a snort, I flick his forehead. “Hey, you’re gonna have to pay me rent.”
He shrugs. “Sure. I’ll cook if you promise to rail me after.”
Now that’s one hell of a good deal—I hate cooking, and I already have an addiction to the other part of this new agreement. I might have been low-key dreading being alone all week, but now I know it’s gonna be fun as hell.
It’s only after Nick the Napper dozes off that I remember: somehow, I invited him to come home with me over winter break.
And somehow, he agreed.