He didn’t, and I took him down, swallowing him so deep he instantly hit the back of my throat.
Nash jerked, the shock of pleasure so violent I felt the rattle in his bones.
Reaching up, I ran a calming hand up his stomach. But I didn’t let him go. And I wouldn’t until he had nothing left to give.
I took him slowly, drawing out the sweet agony, settling a forearm over his abdomen to keep him still, holding him in place so I could take my time. He probably thought I was a teasing bastard, but it wasn’t about that. It was about making the most of him while he let me.
While he took a goddamn minute for nothing but pleasure.
Restlesspleasure, as his legs shook and his bare feet slid on the wood floor, searching for the equilibrium I’d stolen from him.
I had no plans to return it any time soon. Grinning, internally, at least, I sucked him a little bit harder, tugging his jeans further down and letting my free hand roam his corded thigh, digging my fingers in, scratching his skin with my blunt nails. One day I’d blow him while Orla went to town on the rest of his body—those long nails, her wicked teeth.
Fuck, Nash didn’t stand a chance.
Or so I thought, until he caught my wandering hand and brought it to his chest, laying it flat over his stampeding heart.
The sweet gesture made my own heart stutter, and that fear I sometimes felt around him and Orla squeezed me tight. I had no business loving anyone the way I’d grown to love these two. I was a fuck-up. A let-down. Didn’t matter how or why, facts were facts, and sooner or later, they’d figure that out.
“Locke.” The gentle reproach returned to Nash’s tone.
I pulled off his dick and raised my head.
His simmering gaze snared me, warm fingers sliding along my jaw with none of the brutality I’d gripped his with before.
Nash stroked my cheekbone with his thumb, his shaking legs caging me where I was. “You’re safe here.”
I knew that. Didn’t I? But as his words settled, it dawned on me that perhaps I didn’t.
Finish what you started.
I kissed Nash’s stomach and took him in my mouth again, but it was different now with his gaze on me, his hand still cradling my face. The power balance levelled, and as the point of no return snuck up on us, a peace I couldn’t describe pushed all the bad shit out of my soul.
It would come back, but as long as we existed in this moment, there was nothing but him, me, and the toe-curling sensation of his cock sliding down my throat.
Nash began to lose it, tension gripping his abs, his thighs, his whole fuckin’ body. His eyes fought to screw shut and let it take him, but his gaze never left me.Henever left me, even as he shattered and released with the force of a two-ton bomb.
His deep,deepgroan echoed in the dark room, his body seizing in a savage arch. I held him down, squeezing him in the tight swallows of my throat, only releasing him when he collapsed back on the couch.
Even then, I didn’t want to let him go. I pulled off him and rested my forehead against his thigh.
Nash rubbed the nape of my neck, still trembling hard.
Too hard, maybe.
I got my shit together and looked at him. He was breathing through his nose, head tipped back, eyes finally clamped shut. But his touch was still present. Stillprotective.
This fucker.
I still had a hand splayed over his heart. I pressed my palm deeper and heaved myself from the floor, bracing my knees either side of him, keeping the bulk of my weight to myself.
He opened his eyes, gaze tracking low, but I caught him before he could reach for my dick.
I didn’t need to come.
Right now, I just needed to hold him.
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