He pulls away, scooting down onto his back and wrapping his legs around me.
“Like this?”
“Yeah.”
“Come on, then.”
His St. Christopher sticks to his chest with sweat as Ispread his legs and watch his lids droop. He bites his lip when I start to sink into him. I sink half way in and stroke his cock as I go deeper. His eyelids flutter and he moans when I bottom out.
“Fuck you, Nate.”
I catch his lips on a smile before starting to move.
I look down at him while I thrust, slow and deep.
“I never thought it’d be like this,” I say.
“Like what?”
“I thought you’d have me bent over a desk or something.”
His gaze shoots to the desk in the corner of the room. “If that’s what you want, we’ll do that later.”
I thrust a little harder and his breath hitches.
“I want you in every way imaginable. I want you in every part of this room.” I thrust on every breath. “In every position.”
“Fuck, Nate.”
His cock slaps against his stomach as I speed up my thrusts, fucking him into the mattress, gauging from his face what he wants. Every time I speed up or thrust harder, he encourages me with a “yes” or a “like that” and “that’s it.”
I feel my orgasm start to build and wrap my hand around his cock.
“No, I’m too close,” he says.
“Me, too. Come with me.”
He keeps his eyes on me, hands gripping the pillow behind his head. The veins in his biceps are bulging and the soft blond hairs in his armpits glisten with sweat.
His cock throbs in my hand and his body grows rigid, his head shooting off the bed. His eyes roll back on a deep moan and his ass starts to clench and pulse around my cock.I let my body lead as I milk every last drop from him until he bats my hand away.
He’s watching me as I spill the last trickles into the condom, his arms still above his head.
I pull out, gently dropping his legs back onto the bed before lying down beside him.
We’re silent for a while, but it’s not the uncomfortable silence of an hour ago. It’s content. Awed—at least on my side.
Eventually, Evan sits up. “I’m gonna clean up.” He disappears into the bathroom and comes back with a damp towel to clean his cum off me. I want to tell him not to bother. I plan on getting him dirtier, much dirtier. Over and over and over again.
14
EVAN
Nate’s fucking insatiable. He barely let me sleep last night and I woke up this morning to his hand stroking my belly. The second he realized I was awake, that hand slid lower while he seemed to be doing his best to give me a hickey on the back of my neck. When I asked him what he was doing, he just snickered and said, “You can tell people it’s a bruise.”
Yeah okay, not everyone lives in Naïve-Land.I wanted to say. But then I remembered him asking me if he was stupid, and stopped myself.
After he finally lets me out of bed and into the shower—with him, obviously—we eat a good portion of the fancy food in his fridge and Nate makes coffee in some weirdly complicated coffee machine with Italian words all over it. He keeps grinning at me and it’s weirdly contagious. For a second, I can forget the fact I’m in Nate’s parents’ mansion and that I definitely don’t belong here. If they knew, they’d probably have me arrested or set the dogs on me or something.
