His eyes are dark with desire as they lock onto mine. “Me too, Cas. I can’t get enough of you.”
A thrill runs through me at the roughness in his voice. I trail my fingers down his chest, feeling the muscles jump beneath my touch. Nate groans, dropping his forehead to my shoulder. “You’re killing me here.”
I laugh, giddy with want. “That’s kind of the point.”
He lifts his head, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Well, in that case…” His hands slide down to grip my hips, pulling me flush against him.
I gasp at the friction, my hips bucking involuntarily. God, I’ve never wanted anyone like this before.
“Like that?” he murmurs, nipping at my earlobe.
“Mm-hmm,” I manage, tilting my head to give him better access. “More please.”
His lips trail down my neck as his hands roam over my body. I arch into his touch, desperate for more contact. My skin feels electric wherever he touches me.
“You’re so responsive,” Nate says appreciatively. “So sensitive.”
Nate’s fingers dance across my stomach, sending shivers up my spine as they reach the waistband of my jeans. My breath catches as he slowly drags the zipper down, the metal teeth parting with a soft rasp.
“Is this what you want?” he murmurs, eyes locked on mine.
I nod eagerly, my voice breathy. “Please, Nate.”
His hand slips inside, and I gasp at the sensation. The warmth of his palm against the soft skin of my cock is electric, setting every nerve ending alight.
I buck into his touch, desperate for more friction. “You too,” I pant.
“Keep your hands on my shoulders,” he commands.
All I can do is watch as he pulls the waistband of his joggers down to reveal his flushed cock. Fuck, he’s so big, and now that I know how he feels inside me, I’m torn between letting him continue or asking him to fuck me again. I don’t think I’ll cope with stopping, so I stay as I am.
I’m unable to form words as Nate wraps his hand around both of us. The feeling of skin on skin, of being pressed so intimately against him, is overwhelming.
“Oh fuck,” I whimper, my hips jerking involuntarily.
Nate sets a steady rhythm, his grip firm but gentle. I match his movements, our bodies moving in perfect synchronicity. It’s like we’re dancing, but so much more intense, more intimate.
“You love this, don’t you?” he asks, his free hand caressing my face. “You’re like an open book. Your body betrays you every single time.”
I lean into his touch.
My hands fly to the hem of his shirt, tugging impatiently.
“Off,” I pant. “Need to feel you.”
Nate chuckles, a low, throaty sound that sends shivers down my spine.
He raises his arms, allowing me to pull the shirt over his head. As the fabric falls away, I’m struck by the contrast between his warm skin and the cool air of the room. Goosebumps rise on his flesh, and I can’t resist tracing them with my fingertips.
He reaches for my sweater, and I don’t hesitate, practically tearing it off in my haste. The moment it’s gone, I press myself against Nate, reveling in the skin-to-skin contact. The heat of his body is intoxicating.
I capture his lips in another kiss, pouring all my want, my need into it. It’s messy and a little desperate, but I don’t care. All I can focus on is the slide of his tongue against mine, the press of his body, and the way his hands roam my newly exposed skin.
“Nate,” I whisper, “I need… It’s not enough.”
He presses his forehead to mine, his breath warm on my face. “What do you need, Caspian? Tell me.”
“Just…more,” I answer, aware that it’s not very helpful, but it’s all I have right now.
