Page 10 of Hell or High Water
Before, it was always him on the receiving end of the begging pleas, but tonight, Ramsey barely even noticed that it was him doing it.
Not until Nate laughed roughly. “You sound so good. As good as I imagined.”
Ramsey hadn’t even realized he’d said anything. Had only been conscious of two fingers deep inside, stretching him out, Nate’s tongue teasing his cock.
“Did you?”
“Imagine? Oh yeah.”
Ramsey gasped as Nate’s fingers hit a particularly good spot and then he kept them there, not grinding but caressing. Soft, but inexorable. He squeezed his eyes shut, wanting more, but suddenly, inexplicably afraid of it.
Maybe when Nate finally slid inside him, his dick wet for the first time tonight, everything would change.
He’d become like everyone else.
“Thought about you just like this. Knew you’d feel this good, look this good.”
“Not on your dick?” Ramsey choked on his next breath.
“Oh, we’re getting there,” Nate said.
Burying his head into his bicep, Ramsey squeezed his eyes. Trying to get ahold of himself. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this pulled apart during sex.
Even the first time he’d been fucked, he’d been in control the whole time. The guy hadn’t even known it was Ramsey’s first time, because he’d made damn sure that he didn’t.
Sometimes guys wanted control. Ramsey gave it to them, but made sure they knew, too, every step of the way, that it was Ramsey choosing to concede it. And none of those guys ever treated the control as carefully as Nate did.
Not like Ramsey would break without the softness, but like he deserved something tender.
Nate fit a third finger inside of him, his movements deliberate and slow, but purposeful.
Ramsey panted into his bare arm. “I’m good, I’m good,” he muttered. Closer to the edge than he wanted to admit to.
Nate still took his time. Didn’t rush. Didn’t push. Stripped his clothes off, and even though Ramsey could see his fingers weren’t steady, didn’t immediately go for the condom. Stronger men hadn’t been able to resist Ramsey practically mewling to be fuckednow.
Instead, he leaned in and kissed him again. It was hot—a kiss with this guy couldn’t be anything but, and Ramsey was going a little insane with how much he craved him inside—but it was more too.
Something else, pressing up against the inevitable arousal.
Ramsey pushed it aside, digging his fingertips into Nate’s shoulders and pulling him in with the strength of his legs. “Get in me,” he begged against Nate’s lips.
“Want you,” Nate echoed, despite that Ramsey hadn’t put that thought into words. Not exactly. Not the way Nate had.
Ramsey didn’t care. He just wanted it. Wanted Nate closer, even if it fucked him up later.
But it won’t. You won’t let it. You never let it.
That was true. Even now, there was a part, shining diamond hard, inside of him, that no matter how deeply Nate buried his cock, he’d never reach.
Ramsey held on to it, even as Nate slid inside.
He was big and hard, and it felt like he kept coming and coming, gentle but unyielding.
“Fuck,” Ramsey muttered. It had been too long. That was the reason why his throat kept closing every time Nate leaned in to kiss him.
He’d been a little afraid that when it came down to the moment, Nate would be too sweet about it. When Ramsey wanted fucked, he wanted tofeelit, and to Ramsey’s surprise, he didn’t have to say a word.
Nate set a brisk pace, grinding into him, fingers clenched tightly around Ramsey’s thigh, fucking him deep and sure. Hitting all the good spots, his abs rubbing up against the head of Ramsey’s cock.
