Page 72 of Weathering The Storm

My other hand flattens between his shoulder blades, pinning him to the ground as I slide my cock between his cheeks and pump my fingers in and out of his mouth.

His frustration quickly morphs into pleasure, the furrow between those thick brows easing. His jaw slackens as he lets me have my way with his mouth, too.

“Fuck,” he curses when I withdraw them.

“I thought you wanted me to finger you?”

“Myass. Fucking God above, I need youin me, Seth.Now.”

I obey this time. Fast. Hard. Two fingers, still slick with his spit, working through one ring of muscle. Two.

Nick cries out, his mouth open as he tries to suck back his drool.

It’s just become my personal mission to make sure there’s a wet spot soaked into the rug by the time I’m through with him.

“Better?” I ask, drizzling lube over where my fingers are seated to the knuckle. He moans as I rotate them, working the lube inside.

He murmurs something. A hybrid ofyes, fuck, Seth, so good, ahh.A sound that bleeds into a higher, breathier noise as I slowly bring my fingers out and pump them all the way back in.

His fingers clench and unclench around his own ass as he backs himself up against my touch, and the sight of him moaning and fucking himself onto me, his face buried into the ground, is enough to heighten my own desperation.

I back up and bend down. Tracing where my fingers breach him with my tongue.

I love the reaction it gets out of him. The shock that detonates and releases a plume of intense pleasure that’s written into his every reaction. The absolute surrender of his body and mind to me. The way he chants my name and pushes back against the pressure of my tongue.

I love the musk of his skin and the way his balls slap my chin if he jerks back hard enough. The way his back muscles tighten and ripple.

“Oh, baby… you’resofucking fun to play with.”

I pull out of him and move my hand down, cupping his balls as I circle his hole with my tongue. His spine arches, hips pushing back, ass jutting up. The perfect angle for me to reach beneath him and grab his cock while I work him open.

I stroke him firm and slow. Matching the way I thrust into him with my tongue. But I’m only a few strokes in when Nick makes a strangled sound, and his dick thickens. Cum pools in my palm, hot and sticky.

“Fuck,” he groans, breathing heavily as he buries his face in his forearm. “I’m so sorry.”

I kiss his glute, lightly sinking my teeth into that delicious hunk of muscle. “I don’teverwanna hear you apologize for coming while I eat your ass.”

I bring my hand back to his hole, using his own cum to slick the entrance before I grab the other item I snuck from my nightstand. A black, silicone plug. “All that means to me is that I get to make you come again.”

I slowly feed the toy into his still-quivering entrance, smiling as he looks over his shoulder at me. Eyes wide, cheeks flushed, lips pink and parted with a deep moan as the plug fits inside him.

He pushes himself up, then kneels facing me. “Is this yours?”

“Well, I don’t collect other guys’ sex toys and keep them in my room, so yeah. It’s mine.” I chuckle. Intrigued by the lewd curiosity in his gaze. “There’s no shy with us. Not anymore. Ask me what youreallywanna know.”

He bites the inside of his cheek. “Have you bottomed before?”

“I have.”

His blue eyes light up, reflecting the orange and gold flames flickering in the wood stove. “Did you like it?”

“You wanna know if I’d like doing it withyou?” I revise. “Fuck yeah, Nicky. I’d love it.”

Nick’s lips part, his breaths coming shallower now as he shuffles to me on his knees. He brings a hand to the side of my neck, thumb running along my jaw. “I’ve only ever… topped. Before you. Wasn’t my preference, but I think it’d be different. With someone I love.”

I kiss him, our lips meeting in a messy slide thanks to the layer of lube on mine. “It will be. Everything is different with you. Everything is better.”

Nick groans. Something like agreement. He grabs me by the waist, and the room tilts when he lays me on my back. I prop up on my elbows, watching him lower himself between my legs, a pure shot of lust coursing through me as his hands run over my body.