23
LOCKE
And by everything, I meanteverything.Nash wasn’t exactly a blushing virgin. Fuck no. The shit I’d seen him do to Orla... his tongue, his fingers, hiscock. But there was a desert between us that we hadn’t crossed, and I wanted him to know every inch of it before I held his gaze one final time and asked him what he wanted.
The apartment had two bedrooms, and it was obvious which one was a designated fuck room.
I kissed Nash into the other one. The bed was smaller, but as I gripped his jaw and his harsh breaths mixed with mine, it felt right.
We dumped our jackets on the floor. His tongue ploughed into my mouth and I clutched his hair.
Fuck, Nash.
Heat bloomed between us, a gathering storm. A groan pitched in my throat and his quiet, desperate plea echoed in my head.
“Don’t take it easy on me.”
There was nothing I could do that would ever make this easy for Nash. His parents had fucked him up good. But he spoke and I listened. Iheardhim. And I gave him what he wanted.
What he needed.
I shoved a hand down the back of his jeans, claiming a palmful of the swell of hard muscle I found there, using my grip to shunt him closer.
He responded with a flex of his hips, searching for rougher contact, an instinctive desire that sent shockwaves rattling through my veins.
I spun us and pinned him to the wall, grinding my dick against the obscene bulge in his jeans, only breaking our savage kiss to grit out a ragged groan.
Nash tipped his head back against the wall, exposing his throat.
I latched on, digging my teeth in, my hands already going for his belt buckle.
Slow down.
Nope. He didn’t want that. He wanted this, and I wanted him any way I could have him.
Naked and sweating.
On his knees on the bed while I fucked him from behind, or looming over me as he banged my brains out.
It all worked.
I released his face to wrestle him out of his T-shirt. He tore at mine.
They both had to go.
Skin on skin, I returned my attention to his belt. He was so hard. I swear to God, I felt his pulse through his fuckin’ dick.
I closed my hand around it, his length hot and heavy in my palm. I squeezed him, swallowing his harsh moan. “Lose your jeans and get on the bed.”
Nash licked his lips, his gaze hooded.
Unfocused.
Reassurances bubbled up my throat, but I forced them down.
Don’t be careful.
Nash shoved his jeans down and stepped out of them, kicking his underwear and socks away too.
