Page 180 of The Storm

It’s not even close to enough to take the edge off, but before I can let out a frustrated growl, his fingers slide over the crease of my ass, finding the sensitive skin around my hole.

My ass clenches on reflex around his fingers, and his chest vibrates against my back when he laughs quietly.

“Nervous?” he murmurs.

I shake my head.

His fingers move over my opening again before he rolls off me and squeezes my ass cheek. “On your hands and knees,” he says hoarsely.

I don’t think I’ve ever moved as fast in my life as I scramble to do what he says.

“Don’t you dare fucking laugh,” I warn him, but when I glance at him over my shoulder, he’s looking at me with so much hunger I can barely breathe.

He starts teasing me open, one wet fingertip pushing inside me while I force myself to relax while he presses deeper inside me.

“Christ, you’re tight,” he murmurs into my ear, sucking the lobe between his lips.

I close my eyes and push my hips back, forcing his finger deeper into me.

“It’s… been a while.”

His finger stills for a moment. “How long?”

Of course he asks about the one thing I have no interest in discussing right now.

He starts to slide his finger in and out of my ass when I don’t answer. My hole clenches around him when he finds my prostate.

“Oh fuck,” I whisper.

“Yeah, Blue,” he says. “You like having my fingers in your ass, don’t you?”

The way he saysmysounds almost like he’s trying to make sure I won’t forget who’s giving me these intense sensations. Like there’s even a chance of that happening.

“Fuck, you’re sexy like this,” he says.

He pushes a second finger inside me, and his other hand goes to my cock, slowly jacking me while he pumps his fingers in and out.

“Shit, this feels good,” I gasp as I push my hips back, meeting his thrusts, my balls tightening at the sensation of fullness as he fingers my ass, and there’s something familiar but also new in his touch.

He pushes deeper, rubbing the pads of his fingers over my prostate again.

Fucking hell, yes.

Blood rushes in my ears. Every time I thrust my hips forward, I push my cock into his fist. When I move back, I have his fingers deep in my ass.

It’s so many sensations at once that my brain finds it difficult to process.

I push my ass out, silently asking for more.

He delivers with the wet heat of his tongue against my opening.

My breath whooshes out of me, and I squeeze my eyes shut. He takes another lick, his hands spreading my cheeks open, his tongue laving over my hole.

My toes curl and I fist the sheets when the tip of his tongue pushes into my hole. My cock jerks, slapping against my stomach, a trail of precum stretching from the tip to my abdomen.

He hums against my hole and a shiver shoots through my body.

Nick alternates between licking over my opening with the flat of his tongue and thrusting into me with the tip.