Storm kissed him suddenly, and anything else he might’ve said was forgotten in the slick slide of lips and tongue. All the promises he’d made to himself about keeping Storm at arm’s length were forgotten as the halfling rolled on top of him, urging his legs apart to make room for him between them. A bolt of heat went through him as he was reminded of the last time he’d been in this position.
Storm parted from him with a wet smack. “We’re not doing that this time,” he said, like he could read Nathan’s mind.
“We’re not?” He hated how disappointed he sounded to his own ears, and he knew Storm heard it, too, because he smirked.
“No. See, when you told me you’d never been with a man before, I didn’t stop to think about what that meant. I rushed right into the main event when I should’ve taken the time to build you up to it. And then I left you alone the next morning like a casual fuck.”
Nathan’s face bloomed with heat. He’d told himself that was for the best. Was it only yesterday he’d woken up alone and sore? He felt like a new person.
“What—What would you have done instead?” he asked, breathless.
Storm smiled, revealing the elusive dimple by the corner of his mouth, and then ducked his head, kissing a trail down Nathan’s neck and across his collarbone. “Taken my time with you,” he said, muffled against Nathan’s skin. “Kept you riding the edge until all you could say was my name. Made you feel things you never knew you could feel.”
Nathan squirmed restlessly. His cock was heavy with need between his legs, but Storm wouldn’t be rushed, teasing a path to one of his nipples and sucking it into his mouth. Nathan’s breath whooshed from his lungs, and his legs clamped hard around Storm’s sides, rutting up against the hard plane of his stomach as that wicked tongue flicked relentlessly over the hardened peak. He came off it with a hard, suckingpop, then moved to the other and gave it the same treatment.
On his way down Nathan’s stomach, he said, “Relax, sunshine. Focus on what you feel, and clear your mind of everything but the pleasure.”
Nathan consciously forced his body to relax, blowing out a breath and closing his eyes. He’d never trusted anyone like this before. He’d dated in the past, yes, but all of the women he’d taken to bed had been very vanilla, expecting him to do most of the work and that it would be good for him just by virtue of their being present. No one had ever lavished this sort of attention on him before, tracing his scars with their tongue and hungrily brushing every inch of Nathan’s skin with their hands, as though to lay claim to uncharted territory. They hadn’t been poor partners, per se, but they hadn’t relished touching him the way Storm obviously did.
When he closed his mouth around Nathan’s cock, Storm groaned out his enjoyment, like he’d been starving for the taste of him. He bobbed his head with languid ease, like he’d made himself comfortable and planned to stay there a while. This wasn’t the hasty foreplay Nathan was used to. He feltsavored.
“Storm,” he moaned, carding his fingers through snow-white hair.
Strong hands held his thighs up and apart, and no amount of writhing would free him. Storm bobbed his head up and down, taking him all the way to the root, until Nathan began to feel that sticky, tingly heat building in his gut.
And then Storm released him, a firm grip wrapping around his base to hold off his release. Nathan bucked in frustration, digging his blunt nails into Storm’s shoulders.
“Relax,” Storm instructed. “I’ll get you there. Don’t be in such a rush.”
Nathan huffed, trying to obey as Storm licked and sucked around the base of his cock, burying his nose in the coarse hair there and inhaling like Nathan’s scent was more addictive than the cigarettes he smoked. He pushed Nathan’s knees toward his chest and worked his way further back, licking and sucking his balls until Nathan was shivery with need and then using the flat of his tongue to lick his crease from end to end.
“God, Storm,” Nathan whimpered.
Storm moaned. “Mm, love the way you taste, sunshine.” HekissedNathan’s hole, his most intimate of places, and Nathan mewled, certain he was going to combust on the spot.
Storm gave him no quarter, licking and kissing and nibbling like he wanted to completely devour him. He speared his tongue into his entrance, and Nathan couldn’t mask his cry at the hot, slick burn. He rotated his hips, mindlessly searching for more.
“Lube,” Storm ordered, and Nathan craned his head to look at the bedside table. He could reach it if he stretched.
Storm peppered his thighs and hips with kisses as he grabbed the bottle, and as soon as it was within his grasp, Storm dragged him back into the middle of the bed, drawing a surprised laugh from Nathan.
“You were too far away,” Storm said with a grin. “Now, close your eyes.”
Nathan obeyed, tingling with awareness as he heard the bottle cap open with a snap. A moment later a slick hand enveloped his cock, using deep and slow strokes up and down his length. Nathan groaned, his hands twisting in the sheets. A slick finger teased his entrance, smearing lube around before pressing smoothly inside. The sound that left him this time was a higher pitch, downrightwanton, and Nathan couldn’t find it in him to feel any embarrassment.
“That’s it, sunshine,” Storm murmured, kissing Nathan’s knee. “Just feel.”
And he did. Everything. Storm never increased the speed of his movements, guiding Nathan toward his release with slow, steady purpose. It didn’t matter how much Nathan whined or moaned or pleaded. Storm led him right to the brink, and when he was sweating and panting and delirious with need, he finally tipped him over the edge. A hoarse cry tore from him as he came in thick, white ropes across his own stomach.
Storm hummed smugly, milking Nathan’s cock of every last drop, until he was squirming with oversensitivity, and then ducked down, framing Nathan’s hips with elbows and licking his cum from his skin.
“Oh my God.” Nathan stared, transfixed.
Storm lapped up every drop, looking completely blissed out by the taste. He worked his way up Nathan’s body and sealed their mouths together, letting Nathan taste himself on Storm’s tongue. His weight shifted onto one elbow, and Nathan glanced down to watch him take himself in hand.
“Wait, no,” Nathan said, pushing Storm away and sitting up. His legs were still draped over Storm’s thighs, and he couldn’t take his eyes off the cock rising proudly from the nest of dark blond hair.
“What? What’s wrong?” Storm asked, glancing between their bodies like he would be able to see the issue. His hands smoothed up and down Nathan’s thighs, his erection forgotten. It was endearing, really, how he laser-focused on Nathan’s needs.
