“Right here,” Nathan said, gesturing to his left, Storm’s right.
He turned them, backing Nathan toward the bed and pushing him down. Pausing above him, he braced one boot on the edge of the bed and pulled the zipper down. Nathan rose up on his elbows to watch as he did the second one. Then he focused on Nathan, hooking his fingers in his waistband and yanking his jeans and underwear off at once. His cock bobbed free, and he crawled up the bed, panting unevenly.
“Lube?” They would certainly need it for what Storm wanted to do.
“Um. Yeah. Drawer.” He pointed at the bedside table, his face and neck aflame.
Storm fetched it, then crawled onto the bed with Nathan, starting at the bottom and insistently parting Nathan’s hairy legs to make room for himself between them.
“Storm,” he started, uncertain.
“Yes, get used to saying my name,” he growled, nosing the hair on his inner thighs, less coarse than what was on his lower legs. Nathan might’ve been nervous, but Storm wouldn’t do anything he didn’t want. He kissed his way up Nathan’s pale skin to the hard cock twitching eagerly for him.
Nathan’s muffled moans filled the air as Storm mouthed a wet line up his length and planted a sucking kiss to the head. One hand stroking Nathan’s thigh and enticing him to keep them spread nice and wide, he raised the other to Nathan’s mouth, prying his lip from between his teeth.
“Let me hear you, sunshine.”
Nathan squirmed. “‘Kay.”
He wrapped a hand around Nathan’s base, pumping slowly as he took half his length into his mouth. Nathan moaned, long and low, pistoning his hips up and sliding deeper. Fuck, that was nice, the way his abdominal muscles rippled with effort. Storm’s free hand squeezed some lube into his palm. Nathan didn’t seem to notice, staring up at the ceiling with an exquisite frown on his face, his lips parted rapturously. Storm slipped his free hand under his hip, guiding him to thrust up again and again.
He wanted toruinNathan for anyone else. Wanted him to be absolutely desperate for Storm and Storm alone.
Chapter8
Nathan
Nathan could barelythinkpast the hot, wet suction of Storm’s mouth around his cock. He’d never been with anyone who could justtake itlike this, letting Nathan thrust as deep and hard as he wanted into his throat. It was unnatural. Addictive. Dangerous.
When he felt pressure against his hole, a moan tore from his mouth that surprised even him. He’d never done this, and before tonight, he would’ve assumed he wasn’t interested in trying it. But he was harder than ever, and sweat prickled along his skin. Storm’s throat was tight and perfect, and the dull burn of his slick finger entering Nathan’s body sent him to new heights. A part of Storm wasinsidehim. His hips stilled as he turned his attention inward, toward the new sensations filling him. He was on fire, he was burning up. His hips rotated, and he felt Storm’s finger slide deeper with the movement, brushing something that had his cock jerking hard.
“God,” he whined.
Storm hummed, the sound vibrating down his length. When he bobbed his head this time, he moved his finger in time with it. Up and down, in and out. A sob spilled from Nathan’s mouth. Storm worked him over like a starving man, like he was hungry for it.
“I’m—I’m—” His fingers scrabbled at Storm’s shoulders.
Storm pulled off with a pop before the pleasure inside him could reach its peak, crawling up Nathan’s body and urging his mouth open again, slipping his tongue inside. His hands hooked under Nathan’s knees, urging them to spread wide. It wasn’t a position he was used to, and the vulnerability of it, the unfamiliar stretch of his inner thighs, set him ablaze, heat crackling under his skin.
“You want more, sunshine?” Storm crooned, slipping a hand back down between their bodies. “You think you can take all of me?”
Nathan whimpered, unable to speak as two fingers pressed inside this time. His breath caught in his throat, and Storm swallowed his moans with deep, hungry kisses, distracting him as a third finger eased in, too. The burning stretch was more intense this time, but it eased as Storm gently massaged his inner walls, tagging his prostate over and over until his flagging cock was rock hard once more.
“Please, please,” he heard himself say. He wanted to come—heneededit. He’d never felt so wholly at someone else’s mercy, so incapable of taking control for his own needs.
“Soon,” Storm growled, teeth nipping at Nathan’s neck and shoulder.
When he was rolling his body up against Storm’s, urgently trying to take his fingers deeper or rub his cock on Storm’s washboard abs, he finally had mercy on him. He sat back on his heels and reached for the lube again, extracting his fingers and slicking his cock.
Lightning buzzed down Nathan’s spine. Were they really about to do this? He couldn’t think of anything he’d ever wanted more, but was that normal? He barely knew Storm, and he was ademon. Was he really about to jeopardizeeverythingto be with this one man?
He tensed, pressing an elbow into the mattress to sit up.
“Stop thinking.”
The low growl cut through his spiraling thoughts, and his mind went quiet, floating into blank space. Some deep, animal part of him trusted Storm. Just like in his dream, Storm would take care of him. Make him feel good. His eyes snapped toward Storm’s crimson ones, and Storm’s lips parted as he carefully studied Nathan’s expression.
“Good boy,” Storm praised, stroking his belly, and Nathan’s breath left in a whoosh, the last of the tension draining from his body once more. “You can take me, now. Just relax and let me in.”
