Page 80 of The Storm

I wantmore. I’m not even sure what that more would entail or how to handle it, but that doesn’t stop me fromwanting.

“Take it,” Nick murmurs against my lips, and he sounds as out of breath and needy as I feel. “Whatever it is, take it. I’ll give it to you.”

“I… More. I want more.” I rock my hips harder, grinding my body into his with violence.

He slides his hand to the base of my throat and holds it there until I open my eyes and look at him.

“Anything,” he says.

I push up on my knees and unbutton my pants with shaky fingers. Somehow, I manage to push the fabric down my hips. I’m kneeling above him, holding my cock in my hand, squeezingthe base. I feel his burning hot gaze on me while he watches and waits. I feel the shiver that ripples through his thighs and the goosebumps on my skin.

“Can you…” Fucking fuck, I can’t even say the words. Doesn’t stop me from wanting it, though. I grab his hand and with my face on fire, I guide it to my ass. Maneuver it until his fingertips find my hole. I wait, and I can’t breathe.

His lips quirk. “You want my fingers in your ass, Blue?”

I nod even as I roll my eyes. “Yeah. Yes. I want your fingers in my ass.” Never said those words out loud, but once they’re there, lingering between us, other things become easier to say, too. I cup him through his shorts. “And I want your cock out.”

He groans, and in the next few seconds, he’s pushed his shorts down, and his cock springs free.

I take a moment to just look at it. The moonlight makes him even more impressive. Every line of his body becomes even sharper, every muscle more pronounced.

His dick is pretty. Long and hard, curving upward toward his belly button, the tip glistening with wetness. I lick my lips, saliva pooling in my mouth.

I wrap my fingers around his cock and run my hand up and down slowly. He shudders, his eyes hooded as he watches me watch him. His fingers go to the buttons of my shirt and then he’s pushing it off my shoulders. I let go of his cock so I can pull my arms out and take it back in my hand the second he tosses the shirt onto the roof next to us.

I start stroking him more firmly and he tips his head back, letting out a soft moan. It’s impossible to keep thinking while he shivers underneath my touch. His muscles get more and more tense, and his hips give short thrusts that he tries to control but mostly can’t. There’s something almost animalistic about the way he sinks into pleasure. Something raw.

ThemoreI wanted for myself turns intomoreI want to give to him. The urge to get him off is something I can almost taste.

I scoot lower down his body. My cock rests between his calves, and I bend down until I can take him in my mouth. I give an experimental suck to the thick head, and a soft moan falls from between his lips.

My heart gives a series of excited thumps in quick succession.

I lick the head. Press the flat of my tongue against it. His fingers sink into my hair.

I’ve never had anybody’s cock in my mouth before, so this is as much an exploration of what Nick likes as it is a learning moment. What do I like?

I like the way he smells. Like shower gel and clean skin.

I like how responsive he is. The way his body twitches and his muscles spasm.

I like that he’s seemingly eager to let me explore.

He likes when I grip the base of his cock.

He likes when things get sloppy. Lots of saliva and wet suction.

I make mental notes.

I take him as far as I can. We’re nowhere near deepthroating territory, but then he groans “Fucking hell” when the tip of his cock hits the roof of my mouth, his breathing shallow with need, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced.

This desire that has burst into flame between us, this attraction neither of us seems willing or able to fight, is almost too much. It’s borderline terrifying if I really let myself stop and think about it. But we’ve already gone too far. The fire has grown wildly out of control, so now there’s nothing to do about it other than wait until it burns out.

Nick’s fingers twist in my hair, no longer careful or gentle.

His hips push up, and then he’s leaning forward. The flat of his palm slides over my bare back, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

His wet fingertip prods at my asshole. I freeze for a moment, and my hole clenches around the tip of his finger. He pushes it deeper. I take him deeper in my mouth. He goes another inch. I swallow around him.