“Jesus,” he gasped, his forehead dropping to my shoulder. “That’s—fuck, that feels?—”
I stroked him again, slower this time, learning the weight and shape of him in my hand. His breath came in harsh pants against my neck, and I felt his hand fumble at my own waistband.
“Can I?” he asked, his voice already wrecked.
“God, yes.”
He freed my cock with shaking hands, and the first touch of his calloused palm against me made me see stars. This was happening. This was real. Nick Wesley had his hand wrapped around my dick, and he was stroking me like he’d been thinking about it for weeks.
Maybe he had been.
We found a rhythm together, our hands moving in tandem, our breathing synchronized. I kissed him again, swallowing the sounds he made as pleasure built between us.
“I’ve never—” he started, then cut himself off with a moan as I twisted my wrist just right.
“Never what?”
“Never done this with a guy.” His eyes met mine, and I saw fear there mixed with desire. “I don’t know if I’m doing it right.”
“You’re doing perfect,” I assured him, punctuating the words with another stroke that made his hips buck. “So fucking perfect.”
His grip on me tightened, and I felt my control starting to slip. My ribs were throbbing, my whole body was on fire, and Nick was touching me like I was something he wanted instead of something he was forced to endure.
“I’m close,” he warned, his voice tight. “Dante, I’m?—”
“Let go,” I told him, working him faster. “I want to see you cum…”
That did it. He buried his face against my neck, his whole body going rigid as he came with a strangled sound that made my toes curl. I felt the wet heat of his release between us, coating my hand, and the sight of him losing control pushed me over the edge too.
I came hard, pleasure ripping through me so intense it bordered on pain. My ribs screamed, but I didn’t care. Nothing mattered except this moment, this perfect, impossible moment where Nick wanted me back.
We lay there afterward, both breathing hard, our hands still wrapped around each other as we came down from the dizzying heights of bliss. The reality of what we’d just done was starting to creep in, and I could feel Nick tensing beside me.
“Hey,” I said softly, tilting his chin up so I could see his face. “It’s okay. Just… don’t run.”
“I’m not running.” But his eyes told a different story. He looked terrified.
“Nick—”
“I don’t know what this means,” he interrupted, pulling his hand away and sitting up. “I don’t… I don’t know why I…enjoyedthat.”
“You don’t need to figure it out right now,” I said, trying to soothe him. “Just… sleep on it.”
He looked back at me, his eyes full of fear. “Don’t… Don’t tell anyone, okay?”
I furrowed my brow. “Who would I tell?” I stared at him for a long moment. “Your secret is safe with me.”
He nodded once. “I… I’m gonna get a towel.”
I watched him disappear into the bathroom, my heart still racing, my hand sticky with cum. The moment the door closed behind him, I let out a shaky breath and stared up at the ceiling.
What the fuck had just happened?
I’d kissed him. Touched him. Made him come apart in my arms. And he’d kissed me back. More than that—he’d wanted it. He’d guided my hand to his cock and begged me to touch him.
This changed everything. This was so far beyond the boundaries of our arrangement that I couldn’t even see the lines anymore.
And yet, I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt more hopeful.
