CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE NICK #2
His hard dick rounds the corner a second before the rest of his body, and he’s carrying the cleaned, re-assembled stroker.
Without another word, he grabs the lube from the nightstand with one hand and runs the other along my torso.
My dick is resting on top of my happy trail, and he teases through the hair, biting his lower lip.
“You ready?”
I nod, and he slicks my cock with lube before pouring what looks like half of the bottle into the sleeve, squeezing the sides and distributing it. A warm, firm hand grips the base of my dick, angling it toward the entrance, and he inserts my tip right after.
“Fuck, that’s tight,” I gasp.
Dean doesn’t respond, only holding still and making impossibly shallow pumps at the top. The little ridges in the sleeve are soft, stimulating me like hell, and when I’m least expecting it, he plunges the rest of my shaft in, all the way to the base.
And my vision devolves into static. I think I yell, or maybe it’s a groan—all I know is I make some kind of primal noise as a reaction to this new, downright intoxicating sensation.
It’s so different to anything I’ve ever experienced, like I’m being sucked hard and also gently caressed at the same time.
The pace is slow and relentless, every stroke sending a shivering cascade of sparks down my length and into my balls.
I’ve never topped before, but if this is close to what fucking a tight, warm hole feels like, it’s no wonder why Dean craves it as badly as he does. Holy hell, I know I want to top him someday, too, and this is only accelerating my urge to—
Oh, he said…something. I didn’t hear. Shit. This feels way too good to do anything except mumble and moan.
“That’s a yes, then?” he says, speeding up ever so slightly.
“I don’t know what you said, but this feels fucking amazing,” I manage.
I look him in the eyes as he takes me in, his gaze flicking between my face and my dick. My nuts are already tightening with sheer pleasure, and I throw my head back, lacking enough energy to power my overloaded brain and stay upright.
Dean yanks my head forward with his free hand. “Hey.” His voice is dark and sensual as hell. “Eyes on me.”
Yessir. I open my eyes again and fixate on his gentle smile while he continues those slow, devastating pumps.
He does a little twist at the top of every upstroke, all of which have outsize effects on my desperate, needy body, but the meanie only smirks.
He ignores the way my breath hitches, my quivering legs, and my tight, clenched muscles, still taking his sweet time in dragging me toward an orgasm.
Still, it feels out of this world, if excruciating at the same time. I’m torn between basking in the sheer ecstasy and complaining at the tightness in my core, and the result is that I whimper. I fucking whimper, and I want him to drag that sound out of me again and again forever.
“Are you close?” Dean asks.
“Maybe? I might be if you speed up.”
He hums, changing the pace and concentrating shallow, rapid sweeps at my cock head, each one making my actual head implode a little more. “Want me to edge you a little?”
“God no,” I eke out. “I think I’d die. This is already torture enough. But in a good way.”
“Got it.”
He keeps up the slow onslaught at my tip for a couple more seconds before plunging the slick sleeve down to swallow me whole, wresting a low cry from my throat.
My balls tighten, the sweet, familiar tingle of an orgasm prickling deep, and with only a few more pumps, Dean makes me break, my climax firing out of my aching dick with a force so strong I feel it in my toes.
“Oh, god,” I groan when I finally stop shooting. “You drained me. Holy shit.”
Dean slides the sleeve off of my sensitive shaft, wiping me down with a spare washcloth. “Good. It looked like you were having fun.”
“Yeah. That shit’s epic.” My eyes travel down to his erection, which is lying flat on his stomach and leaking into the ridges of his abs. “Wanna try it?”
He scoffs. “If you’re down to share.”
I empty the sleeve out into a tissue with one hand while squeezing lube onto Dean’s thick shaft with the other, working him over and teasing the tip. Without wasting any more time, I line him up and engulf him with the stroker, and his face screws up in pleasure.
“Jeez, that’s warm,” he grunts. “This is so damn good.”
Grinning, I ease the toy up, still holding him in place, and I pause when I reach the top. “Maybe I’ll edge you. I think you’re due for a little revenge,” I tease, sliding back down.
He only sighs happily. “Do it. Do whatever the hell you want to me.”
I file that away for another time—Dean’s already squirming under my slow, gentle stroking. I stop when I reach his dick head, waiting for his breath to hitch, and as soon as it does, I launch my attack.
He yells when I plunge his cock back into the sleeve. I don’t reply with anything other than repeated, deep strokes, savoring the tight wriggling of his muscles under my touch.
“Nick!” His voice catches on a gasp when I twist around his shaft. “You’re gonna make me come so fast.”
“Okay, and?”
I speed up even more, keeping my movements deep and tight, and it only takes a few more repetitions to make my boyfriend melt, his whole body shuddering as he unloads.
His head falls back onto the pillow, his eyes slamming shut, and a long, unbroken moan escapes his lips.
He looks like the very definition of bliss, and the image sears into my memory.
“Fun?” I ask unnecessarily.
I get a weak groan in response, and I ruffle his cute hair.
“Sounds like it.”
“You bet.” His voice is barely audible, and I plant a quick kiss on his flushed cheeks.
Pointing at the toy, I nudge Dean’s chest, which is rising and falling with his heavy breathing. “I’m gonna think of you whenever I use this,” I say, and he scoffs a muttered noise of acknowledgement.
The two of us lie next to each other until the room service finally arrives, tangling our legs together and threatening to give each other hickeys like we’re teenagers.
Even though he’s heading back to New Hampshire in a week, I’m so glad he came.
My insecure ass needed a little kick, and that’s what it got.
We’re good, no matter where we are.
And soon enough, we’ll be together for the long-term.