“I’m yours,” I told him, my voice hoarse with lust. Those two words held so much meaning in my mind. I was his, not only in this bed, but every minute of every day. All those dates I’d been on, the nights I’d spent with other men, they meant nothing to me because Nix was always there in the back of my mind. He’d ruined me, probably the first time he allowed me a glimpse of the softer side he tried to hide away from the world. “Do whatever you want to me. Show me everything you’ve fantasized about.”
Nixon laughed, resting his full weight on top of me as he shoved his hands under my back. Holding me. Kissing his way from my jaw down to my chest.
“I’m not sure we have enough time for that.” He stood between my legs, bending to kiss a trail down my stomach, mouthing my erection through my pants.
I arched off the bed, desperate to feel his lips wrapped about me. But Nixon seemed content to torment me, flicking the tip of his tongue over my length as he reached up to tweak my nipples again. Every touch sent a jolt through my body to my groin. I was seriously worried I was going to go off before he’d stripped me bare.
“Even if I wasn’t leaving tomorrow, there’d never be enough time to show you all the things I’ve dreamed of doing to you.”
“Lube. Drawer. Now.” I sounded like a caveman, unable to form an actual sentence.
Nix laughed again, this time at my distress, but reached for the supplies. He tossed them onto the bed before kissing just below my belly button. He sucked hard enough I wondered if there’d be a mark in the morning. Part of me wanted a reminder that tonight actually happened once I drove him to the airport. He wrestled with the button on my jeans and fought with the zipper.
It was like a comedy of errors, but finally, I lifted my hips so he could pull the denim away from my body. I tried to complain about him leaving my briefs in place, but my protest was cut off as he started kissing his way down my hip, sucking my tip through the cotton.
Had I known Nixon had such a talented mouth, I’d have caved years ago. “Not going to last if you keep that up.”
Nix looked up, watching my expression as he pulled away the last layer between us. I propped myself on an elbow, watching his assault on my body, groaning when he sucked the head of my cock into his mouth for the first time.
When my hips started bucking again, my body pleading to feel more of his lips and tongue, he pinned me to the bed. “Let me play, Linc. I’ve waited a long fucking time for this.”
As he sucked me deeper into his mouth, I watched with rapt attention as he began stroking himself, jerking in time with his mouth. My eyes rolled back in my head at the sensation overload. Feeling his lips around me, hearing his moans as he took me deep, watching him jack off. I needed in a way I’d never needed before, and I was about thirty seconds from shooting down his throat. I wanted that, but not tonight. Tonight, I wanted to come all over his hand while he fucked me.
I reached for the bottle of lube, tossing it toward him. “Get me ready, Nix. I want your dick inside of me.”
“Should’ve known you’d be pushy as hell,” Nix grumbled once he’d released my dick from his mouth.
I tensed when I heard the snick of the cap. Begging him to stretch me and actually feeling his fingers press against my entrance, knowing they’d soon be replaced by his cock, were two entirely different things.
The past few times I’d bottomed, I hadn’t been able to get into it. The most recent experience, I hadn’t even gotten off, which was sort of an instant mood killer for my date. I couldn’t bear the thought of the fallout if the same thing happened with Nix. But I’d asked for this, pleaded with him to do it. He stared up at me, lust replaced by wonder as he pressed a second finger past my muscles. I writhed at the pleasure when he brushed past my prostate.
He didn’t try and hammer at it as though it was a doorbell, just grazed over it slowly, heightening every sensation. “Want me to keep going?”
I curled up, reaching for him. Wanting to feel the weight of his body over mine as he pressed his fingers deeper into me before leaving me empty. I shifted while Nixon suited up, my tongue tracing over my lips, already looking forward to the next time, when I’d return the favor of an epic blow job. I crooked my arms behind my knees, pulling my legs back as he climbed into position.
The head of his cock felt impossibly broad as he pressed against my entrance. No way was I getting out of this without some pain. My eyes clenched tight as I struggled to bite back a curse as he pushed into me.
“Need me to stop?” he asked, his voice closer than I expected. I looked up to see him leaning over me, felt the back of his hand brushing across my cheek. I shook my head, not trusting anything that might come out of my mouth. No, I absolutely did not want him to stop, but damn, the burn hurt. Nixon took his time, pulling back and pushing in with short, steady thrusts.
Eventually, the pain eased and my body relaxed to his intrusion. I cupped his ass, feeling the muscles flex every time he shoved deeper inside my body. He wrapped a hand around my dick and started jerking with the same steady rhythm. All too soon, I felt the tidal wave of release crashing down on me and I urged him to fuck me harder.
His eyes grew wide at the vulgar demand. It definitely wasn’t my style, but he’d reduced me to this. He’d made it impossible for me to whisper all the sweet nothings I’d uttered in my fantasies.
As the aftershocks of my orgasm subsided, Nixon pulled out of me and threw the condom onto the floor. I folded my arms behind my head, watching as he jerked himself to completion. Not usually into the mess that came along with sex, tonight, I found myself asking for everything he could give me. I could tell he was getting close when he stared into my eyes, silently asking if it was okay.
“Do it, Nix. Come all over me. I want it.”
He scooted up my body until he was grinding against my stomach, jacking himself. He threw his head back at the moment his body seized, giving in to his release. Ropes of cum trailed from my chin to my chest. I massaged his thighs, coaxing him through his orgasm, praising him, thanking him for giving me this gift.
Nixon fell into a breathless heap beside me. My compulsions told me I needed to clean both of us up, but I couldn’t be bothered. I wasn’t going to waste a second that we had together, so instead, I curled up behind Nix, pulling his back to my chest.
“This is nice,” he muttered, sounding as though he was already more than half asleep.
“Yeah, it is,” I agreed. After a final kiss to the back of his head, I closed my eyes and tried to sleep.
10
Nixon
