“Mmm.”
That’s not really an answer, so I pause and lift my head. “John told me months ago that I had nothing to worry about, especially since he got his grant renewed for my research project,” I remind him before dipping back down to suck gently at that sensitive spot right at the base of his neck.
Nico groans. “Yeah, but—” His hands find my chest, and he pushes just enough to make me sit up a little. He studies me for a few seconds, and I’m surprised I can’t really read his expression. Then he drops his eyes and says, “I, um, have some news, too, but I didn’t say anything last week because I didn’t know if it was going to work out.”
There’s a spark of recognition in my chest, and I sit up all the way. “Last week...?”
He nods slowly and looks up at me, his gorgeous green eyes now dancing with amusement. “Last Thursday, actually.”
“Last Thursday... That was the day you came home in a really,reallygood mood.” I run one hand down his chest and then dip my fingers lower, skimming under the waistband of his slacks. I lean in and brush a kiss below his ear. “You teased meall night. It was torture.”
“Torture, huh?” His hands slip back to cup my ass, and I feel him grin. “I seem to recall you enjoying yourself. Quite a bit, in fact.”
I groan as he rocks his hips up into me, squeezing my ass cheeks at the same time. His dick throbs against me, and my fingers inch lower under his boxer briefs until I meet the hot, smooth skin of his erection. He moans, the rough sound making my body burn with an aching want.
“You were fucking amazing,” I whisper against him. “I lovedevery second of it. Torture or not.”
It’s true. Idefinitelyenjoyed myself. Usually I top, but that night last week, he took me instead—bringing me so, so close to the edge of coming undone, then backing off. He did that several times, actually. First with his mouth on my dick, then with his tongue and fingers in my ass, and then with his cock inside me, stretching me and filling me and pounding into me before he finally,finallylet me come.
I’m suddenly warm all over, and I shift my hips up, unfasten both his belt and the button on his pants in quick succession, and then push down the zipper.
“You never did tell me why you were in such a good mood,” I say. My hand wraps around the base of his cock, and he exhales sharply.
“I—fuck, Alex.” He groans as I start stroking him slowly. “I had to know we were staying here first,” he forces out. “If you didn’t get into Stanford for grad school, and—holy fuck. Don’t stop.”
I grin against his skin. I’m curious what his news is, and I briefly consider making him keep talking while I taunt him, bring him right up to the edge but not let him come, like he did to me last week. But then his hand slips under my shorts, his fingers sliding down between my ass cheeks to tease my hole, and that burning, aching need sears me again.
I want him inside me. Now.
We can talk later.
He seems to have the same idea, because his hands shift to my hips and he tugs my shirt off over my head, forcing me to release his cock. Then he’s pushing me over onto my back, and within a few more seconds, we’re both naked and he’s kneeling between my legs, slicking up his cock with lube.
My heart’s pounding, and I’m panting, one hand stroking myself as his hungry eyes drink me in. He licks his lips as though whathe really wants to do is taste me, and so I tease him, brushing my thumb up over my slit to catch the drop of precum leaking out. I start to bring my thumb to my mouth, and his hand shoots out to stop me.
“Please, Alex,” he whispers, deep and husky, his eyes dark with need.
I grin and lift my hand to his mouth instead. “Whatever you want.”
My thumb grazes his lower lip, and without any hesitation, he opens his mouth and takes me in, his eyes closing as he lets out a quiet whimper.
“Do I taste good?” I slide my thumb in and out of his mouth slowly, and he moans again as his tongue runs along my skin. It’s hot and sensual and sexy, and my dick throbs with want as I watch my thumb disappear into his mouth again and again. When I finally pull it out, he groans and opens his eyes partway, his cheeks now flush and his dark curls falling loosely over his forehead. His hips shift forward, the head of his cock pressing up against my hole insistently, and I exhale a sharp breath and then reach down, hook my hands under my thighs, and pull my knees up higher to expose my hole to him more.
“Fuck,” he whimpers again. He stares at me for a second, breathing hard, and then his hand wraps around his hard shaft, and he guides himself in, pushing slowly. My eyes screw shut as the initial pain of his cock breaching my entrance fades into pleasure, fullness, and heat.
He stops when he’s all the way in, straining to control his breathing. One hand rubs gently up my calf and thigh before he flattens his palm on my chest. Then, without a word, he leans in, and his mouth covers mine, his kisses wet and messy, as he starts moving. It’s slow at first—how he pulls all the way out and pushes back in confidently. His hand sweeps up into my hair, and he gripslightly, just enough to encourage me to tilt my head back so his mouth can trail more wet kisses down my neck. Each touch makes my skin tingle and sends another jolt of pleasure to my cock, the sensation building until I’m crying out with every thrust of his hips.
“God, Nico,” I breathe, my hands running up his chest. “More. Fuck, more, please.”
I press both palms into him as though I need a counterpressure, and his lips find mine again, but only briefly. Then he pushes up and sits back, his hands hooking around my thighs, and he starts pumping faster and harder. The new angle hits exactly the right spot. For a second, I can’t breathe as my whole body tightens, an overwhelming coil of heat and pain and pleasure all pressing against me at once. He’s touching me again, both hands running gently up my inner thighs. Then he’s stroking my cock, leaning down over me, still driving into me hard.
“You’re sexy like this, when you can’t control yourself,” he whispers into my ear, his breath hot against my cheek. “I love to hear you moan my name when you come. Let me hear you, Alex.”
I groan.
“Let me hear you,” he repeats, more firmly this time. Then he sits up again, still pumping my cock as he thrusts into me.
And that’s it. I’m gone. My hands fall down to the bed, and I screw my eyes shut, and everything turns bright white, bursting with brilliant pulses as I come. His name is on my lips as I gasp for breath, clinging to the sheets to keep me anchored. He strokes me through the last of my release, and then he’s leaning over me again, moaning, pressing his cock all the way into me as it starts to throb.
