Page 73 of My Craving

“Good.” A grin pulls at his mouth. “Because I really don’t want anything between us.”

Nash shifts back and tips the bottle over my cock. I hiss at the cold lube, but the sound turns into a moan when his warm fingers close around me. He strokes me slowly, his eyes never leaving my face, watching every reaction.

He lines the head of my cock up with his entrance and slowly lowers himself until he’s fully seated. I pull him down against me and hold him there, giving his body time to adjust. His arms come around my shoulders, and I catch his bottom lip between my teeth before running my tongue over the spot. He opens for me when I trace the seam of his mouth, and I deepen the kiss, tasting him until his breathing turns uneven against my lips.

Nash starts moving his hips in a slow rhythm. My hands tighten around him as the heat and pressure build, but I keep them at his hips while he moves the way he wants. Then he lifts and comes back down, taking me deeper, and a groan tears out of me.

“Fuck.”

He plants his palms against my chest and does it again. His head falls back, his body arching above me as he moves, and I can’t take my eyes off him.

Chapter 34 Nash

Fuck, he feels good. I roll my hips again, taking him deeper as Duncan’s eyes close and his hands tighten around my hips. Those big hands could flip me onto my back without much effort, but they stay exactly where they are while I brace my palms against his chest and pick up the pace.

“Fuck.” His head presses back into the pillow. “Nash.”

I grin down at him. “You like me taking care of you, Daddy?”

His eyes open, and the heat in them makes my cock throb. “Don’t get cocky, brat.”

“Too late.”

I lift myself and come back down harder. His fingers dig into my hips as a deep groan rolls out of him, and fuck, I love that sound. I do it again, watching his control slip a little more beneath me.

This is what I wanted. Duncan beneath me, trusting me enough to let me take care of him while I learn every sound I can pull from his body.

I lean down and kiss him, and his arms wrap around me, pulling me against his chest while I keep moving my hips. The change in angle sends a jolt through me when his cock hits my prostate.

“Fuck.” I break the kiss and press my face into his neck. “Right there.”

One of his hands slides down my back and closes around my ass, his fingers digging in hard enough that I’ll probably have bruises tomorrow. Then his hips lift beneath me.

I raise my head and narrow my eyes at him. “I’m in control this time.”

His mouth twitches, and I lean down to kiss the smile off his face. The kiss turns rough almost immediately, our mouths moving together as I keep riding him. Our teeth knock, and Duncan groans against my lips. I bite his bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth, keeping him there until we’re both breathing hard.

“Fuck, Daddy.”

His eyes lock on mine, dark and hungry, and his hands tighten around my hips as I keep moving. I bury my face against his neck, kissing and biting beneath his jaw while his arms close around me. Every roll of my hips drags my cock against his stomach, and the pressure builds until I’m breathing against his skin between broken moans.

I lift my head and press my forehead to his, close enough that every breath passes between us. Duncan reaches between our bodies and wraps his hand around my cock, matching the movement of his fist to the rhythm of my hips.

“Fuck, Daddy.” My fingers curl against his chest as the tension builds. “Don’t stop.”

His grip tightens, and that’s enough to push me over. My body locks around him as I come between us, my forehead dropping against his while the pleasure rolls through me.

Duncan’s hands return to my hips. He plants his feet against the mattress and drives up into me, the restraint he’s held onto all night finally giving way. I brace myself against his chest and take every thrust until his fingers dig into my skin and his body tenses beneath mine.

“A Dhia, Nash.” His voice comes out rough as he comes inside me.

Hearing my name in that rough Irish curse sends a shiver through me. I press my forehead to his and kiss him again, slower now, neither of us in any hurry to separate. Duncan wraps both arms around me and holds me against his chest while I melt into him, sweaty, sticky and completely fucking spent.

He turns his face into my neck and presses a kiss there. “Mo sholas.”

I smile against his shoulder and tighten my arm around him. His hand moves lazily over my back, from the base of my spine to my shoulders and down again, while his heartbeat pounds beneath my chest. I stay sprawled across him until our breathing evens out and the room goes quiet around us. I have no idea how long we lie there before Duncan finally shifts beneath me.

“Come on, mo sholas.”