I followed suit and tracked him as he stepped to the bed and sprawled out on his back.
He had muscles on muscles, brawny arms and cut abs. I drew closer and covered him with my body, breathing the diesel-laced musk that called to me as much as Orla’s sweet and fruity scent.
I grabbed his hands and pinned them over his head like I had when I’d blown him on Orla’s couch. I trailed my mouth over his inked skin, sucking his flesh into my mouth, going rough. Going hard.
He won’t break.Nash didn’t know it yet, but I did, and I let the animal in me roam free.
I wrapped my fist around his dick again and reared up, yanking him onto his knees.
He let me, thrusting into my hand, tipping back to brace his palms on the bed behind him, giving me flashbacks of that morning in his bed—the first time I’d seen him naked, when I’d been blissfully unaware of the quicksand in his brain, and he’d had no clue that a nightmare awaited him and Orla both in the scars on my back.
I tightened my grip.
Nash’s thighs shook. “That’s so fucking good.”
I kissed him, biting his bottom lip. “Chase it then. Don’t be careful withme.”
Nash’s answering groan came from deep in his belly as I lowered my chest and swallowed him down, coaxing him to drive forward and take what he needed. To leave his sweet gangster heart at the door and fuck my mouth like a goddamn beast.
For long minutes, the only sound in the unfamiliar room was his cock hitting the back of my throat, and I loved that. I had no sexual hang-ups. No boundaries. I could do this all fuckin’ night.
And I would’ve if I hadn’t had a million other firsts on my mind.
I took Nash to the brink, then eased off, letting him breathe.
“Fuck.” His head hit the pillows as he crumpled backwards. “Fuck.”
I crawled up his trembling body and rubbed his chest, as if I had sorcerous palms that could calm his racing heart, and considered my next move. There were so many things I wanted to do to him, but I knew his deepest anxieties came from the opposite.
His hands were balled into fists at his sides.
I took one, and guided it to my dick, wrapping his work-hardened fingers around it. “Kiss me.”
Nash stared at his hand on my cock.
I gripped his chin, forcing him to look at me. “Stop thinking. Just feel it.”
Nash shuttled his hand up and down my dick.
A violent shudder rocked me, and his eyes widened as if he—the master of making Orla come with his wicked tongue—couldn’t believe that he had the same effect on me.
He did it again, and pleasure surged inside me, a deep,deepcraving taking hold, one that let me know that wherever he landed on how he wanted to fuck, it wouldn’t be long before we reset the balance.He’s vers. Maybe he didn’t know that yet either, but I did.
I eased onto my side.
He followed and crashed his mouth to mine, his kiss as fierce as his touch was gentle.
The contrast, intentional or not, blew my mind, and I fought to keep my hips still.
Fuckin’shakingwith the effort.
Nash chuckled against my lips. “You like that?”
I kissed him harder. “I like everything.”
The meaning wasn’t lost on him. His grip tightened, slickness from my leaking cock urging him on as I fucked his hand. “I wanna blow you.”
I expelled a harsh breath. “I’d never say no.”
