I don’t answer. Instead, I reach back and grasp his hip to hold him to me as I grind into his thigh. The pressure and friction are delicious, and I groan and arch back into him.
“Ah, god.” There’s a hot breath on my neck, and his hand presses insistently into my stomach, teasing at the low waistband of my sleep shorts. Any lower and he’d need to ask for permission first.
I fucking want him to.
His hot mouth skims along the back of my neck, stopping to suck and kiss just under my ear. I grind against his thigh again with an obscene moan, and his cock throbs against my ass in response. He lowers his head to my shoulder with another groan and rocks his hips forward, his hand still on my stomach, pressing me back and holding my ass against him.
Holy . . . fuck.
“That, Alex, that. Do that. Again.”
“You sure?”
“Fuck yes. Do it. Now.” I can’t help how demandingmy tone is, and I’m glad it doesn’t seem to faze him. He groans, and his cock thrusts against my ass again, rock hard and hot.
“That? That’s what you want?”
“Yeah,” I pant. “Yeah. Again.”
He does as I ask, grunting with each rock of his hips, and I close my eyes and arch my back slowly and deliberately with his rhythm, feeling every inch of his length slide against me. It’s fuckingperfect. He hisses out several expletives, which I secretly smile at, and his palm flattens low on my stomach, his fingers slipping under my shorts and then under the waistband of my briefs.
“Mmm, can I—”
“Fuck, yes.”
He laughs. “You don’t even know what I was going to ask.”
“It doesn’t matter. The answer is yes.” I let go of his hip and slide my hand up and back into his hair, my fingers threading through the short strands, and I encourage him as I arch back into him again and again. I’m hard and aching, and I need him. Now.
His fingertips trace a path downward, confident and sure, and he slows as the backs of his knuckles graze along my length.God.My skin’s on fire, and I’m throbbing with want. I screw my eyes shut, rock back into him, and moan, loud and breathless and rough. Still, he takes his time, rubbing his cock against my ass while his fingers work their way to the base of my shaft and lower. He wraps his hand around me for the first time and groans. Then, rather than stroking me, his hand continues lower until he’s cupping my balls gently. Hot tendrils of fire shoot all the way down into my toes, and I gasp as my hips jerk forward.
“Sh-shit. Oh god. Holy fuck, Alex.” I reach down, and with a groan of relief, I push my shorts and briefs down in front, freeing my hard cock.
He gives my balls another gentle squeeze, and then his hand moves upward to grip my shaft with the perfect amount ofpressure.
“Like this?” he breathes against my neck, and he strokes me slowly, rocking against me with the same rhythm.
We both moan.
“Yesssss,” I hiss in approval. “Just like—yeah.”
“God, you’re perfect, Nico. This is—this is perfect.”
I cry out as his thumb brushes over my slit, spreading the drop of precum leaking from me.
“Perfect,” he breathes again, the single word sending a rush of heat straight to my groin, and he pumps my cock faster.
“Keep . . . keep going.”
There’s another hot puff on my neck. “You mean”—he pants—“you don’t want me to just stop. Right now. When you’re... so... close. Ah fuck, fuck, I’m—”
He grunts as he thrusts against me one more time, then his body goes rigid and his hips jerk as he comes. His hand’s still wrapped around the base of my dick, still stroking me, even as he groans through the last throb of his release.
“Alex...” I gasp his name, my voice needy and rough, and I feel his mouth on my neck, his breaths hot and fast.
“I’m here. I’m here,” he says, and he kisses my neck and then my cheek. And when I tilt my head toward him, he captures my lips in a wet, messy kiss. I moan, and he pulls back, breathing hard, his hand pumping my cock faster now. “Come. Come for me, Nico,” he whispers on a ragged breath.
And fuck, that’s what I needed. His voice, his touch, hiseverything. Hot pleasure and ache pool in my balls and cock, and I’m done for. I moan as I come hard, my shaft throbbing with each pulse of my release.
