“So change that.”
I have to contain myself, because I’d rather rip his clothes off than carefully pull them off, but he needs these, so I can’t. He sits up, and I take his sweatshirt and shirt off, tossing them away before bringing my mouth back to his neck, kissing my way across his chest.
Nico might be small, and slightly feminine, but he’s toned and lightly defined in all the right places. Definitely has an athlete’s body and is exactly what I’m attracted to in a man.
I kiss my way down his stomach, along his slightly formed abs, hooking my fingers into his waistband and pulling them down. He shimmies them off, his dick springing free—perfectly in ratio with his body.
His pants get tossed away like the rest of his clothes. I kiss his hip bone, dragging my tongue along his skin to do the same on the other side. He moans, his hips pressing upwards, wanting more. Nico’s fingers dig into my arms, his breathing loud in the room. I kiss the tip of his cock before taking it into my mouth.
“Roman,” he moans, his hand going to my hair and tugging lightly. I bob up and down on his dick just a few times before releasing him and getting to my feet to take my own pants off.
Nico’s gaze goes right to my dick when it’s free.
“You’re huge,” he comments—and for the first time since I’ve known him, he sounds a little nervous.
“You want to fuck me instead?” I ask, stepping out of my pants.
His gaze flicks to mine. “You’re serious?”
“Yes.”
His lips part as his gaze goes back to my dick. He licks his lips. “Thank you for the offer, but I prefer to be fucked.”
“Fine by me.” I move to lay over him again, but he stops me with a hand to my chest.
“It’s my turn.” He applies pressure until I’m sitting up. “Lie down.” He gestures to the head of the bed as he stands, and I lie in the middle. He settles between my legs, his fair skin a contrast to my naturally tan skin. He has hair on his body too, but not a lot, and what’s there is light and hardly visible, unlike mine that’s coarse and dark and everywhere.
His hand wraps around my cock, making me throb.
“I’ve only done this a few times, but I promise I’m good at it,” he says, leaning close.
“I believe you.” I strain to get the words out before his mouth is on me, licking and sucking in an almost playful way—very Nico.
I grab the blankets, fisting them hard, afraid that if I grab him I’ll hurt him.
“Wait, wait…” I say. He moans as he lifts off, looking at me with a smirk and raising a brow. “Get the lube and condoms from my pants pocket.”
“I want to suck your cock more.”
“Fuck,” I groan, scrubbing a hand down my face. “You can, but I have an idea.”
He holds my gaze for just a second before getting up and doing as I asked. He offers me the condom and lube, which I put on the bed beside me.
“Bring your ass up here so I can prep you while you suck me.”
“Oh, I like the way you think, hockey man.”
He straddles my chest. I run my hands up his thighs, over his bubbly, firm ass, and then drag a finger down his sac. He moans as he takes me into his mouth, and I stare at his pretty little hole. I find the lube packet blindly, tearing it open and smearing it on my fingers before rubbing it against him. I slide a finger in,pressing down on his prostate immediately because I want to see his reaction—and it’s perfect. He moans, long and low, his body tensing, back arching.
I fuck him slowly with my finger before adding a second. I know when it feels good because he falters on sucking my cock, which he is really good at. I didn’t doubt for a second he wouldn’t be. He’s good at everything he does. I’m sure of it.
I scissor my fingers, stretching him for me, and adding a third when he’s ready. He’s panting and moaning and pleading for more. I give it to him until I can’t take it anymore.
I tap his hip, applying pressure so he’ll get off. He sucks harder on my dick, showing me he doesn’t want to stop, but I want to be inside him.
“How do you want to do this?” I ask as I sit up.
“I want to see your face,” he breathes out, his lips slightly swollen and pinker than usual.
