I pulled back enough to see his face. “Maybe I shouldn’t have?—”
“Yes, you should have.” He flicked his eyes to the side, then back at me. “I don’t know if I would’ve found the nerve. I don’t have this figured out, Nix. But right now, I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.”
I smiled and kissed his nose. “Let’s get on the bed.”
17/
packy and nico
PACKY
The air wasthick as we clawed at our clothes. My T-shirt ripped at the sleeve, the sound barely heard over our ragged breaths. Nix hopped on one foot, swearing loudly as his ankle got caught in his boxers. He finally kicked them off, sending them flying across the room. And then he was naked.
Holy fuck. I’d seen his cock a thousand times, but never like this. Thick and flushed, it was jutting up against his belly. He grabbed the back of my neck and crashed our mouths together, more a collision than a kiss. I fisted his hair, holding him still while I slid my tongue into his mouth.
My sex-starved body was ready to roll. When he met my tongue with his, my cock started throbbing with every heartbeat. He ground his dick against mine, creating such perfect friction I saw stars.
“Need you,” I managed, the words croaking in my throat.
He broke the kiss and sank to his knees. Before my mind could catch up, he grasped my hips, and then wet, hot heat engulfed me. My knees almost buckled as he took me deep.
“Fuck yes!” I held his head, afraid he might pull away. His coarse stubble against my balls sparked into an electrifying shock.
“Shit, Rossi.”
He set a fast rhythm, pulling back until only the head was between his lips, then swallowing me whole again in one swift, slick glide. Obscene slurping sounds filled the room.
“Feels so good.” My voice came out raw. “Suck it like that.”
He pulled off, looked up at me from under his lashes, and said, “Make me. Hold my head and fuck my throat.”
Is he…? Does he mean it?
He swallowed me again to the root, and the tip of my cock bumped the back of his throat. A white-hot coil tightened in my gut. I couldn’t resistworkingmy fingers into his hair and tugging hard enough to make him feel it. Then I started to thrust. “You love it, don’t you?”
His answer was a hum. When I shoved in again, deeper this time, he worked his throat muscles. He was milking me, daring me to lose control. His hands slid around to my ass and squeezed my cheeks. I went still and let him take over. He sucked hard, zigzagging his tongue along the underside of my shaft in a maddening pattern that made my toes curl.
Through it all, he never broke eye contact. It had been so long since anyone blew me, I was out of control, moaning and muttering filth under my breath. I let his hair go and leaned on his shoulders. Still staring into my eyes, he slid a finger down my crack. The slow, deliberate slide made me react on instinct, and I shoved farther into his mouth. My vision blurred when he found my hole and drew circles around it with his finger. He was still sucking hard, and I cried out when he pushed inside. No one had done that for years, and the forbidden thrill sent me over the edge.
“Coming!” My knees nearly buckled as the first shot launched into his mouth. He took me all the way in, and I cried out with every spurt. My asshole contracted in time with the pulses, each intense squeeze around his finger sending a new jolt of pleasure up my spine. His noisy gulps begged for more, and when he started moving the finger in my ass, I nearly screamed. It prolonged the ecstasy until I was a shaking, wrung-out mess.
He pulled back slowly, dragging his tongue along my oversensitive shaft and sending more sharp bursts of pleasure through me. Finally, when he gave the head one last suck and pulled off, more cum dribbled out and ran down his lip.
“Fuck.” I was gasping, my lungs on fire. “Holy shit… that was…”
He rose slowly, sliding his hands up my arms to steady me. When he pulled me into a kiss, I tasted myself on his tongue. It was salty and bitter, unmistakable proof of what we’d done.
When we pulled apart, he grinned. “You needed that, huh?”
“You’ll never know how fucking much.”
“Don’t be too sure about that.” He chuckled as he brushed his cock against mine.
“Thought we were getting on the bed,” I whispered.
“We were, but I couldn’t resist blowing you. Hope you don’t mind.”
“Hell fucking no. Want to do it again?”
