“You’re so fucking hot,” he says, “sohot.”
The compliment makes me go red.
He unzips my pants and pulls my boxer briefs down to free my embarrassingly hard cock, pointing right at his face. He doesn't make me wait, letting out an appreciative noise. He takes me all the way into the back of his throat like the champ he’s become. Sincere student of the crafts, this man.
He runs his tongue along the underside before pulling back. I lean back on my elbows to watch his dark eyes looking at me like a predator ready to take me apart, one swipe of that hot tongue at a time.
I pat around the side table until my hand lands on the bottle of lube and a couple of condoms I’d kept there to be prepared.
Nicholas pulls back and follows the movement of my hand.
“I can fuck you?” he asks, looking so amazed by the idea that I bite off the insult that’s right on my tongue. His eyes get dramatically wide, and his red, swollen mouth parts slightly. I get this sudden urge to feel that mouth against mine.
I swallow and just nod, uncapping the bottle.
He snatches it away from me. “I got it.”
“Getting a bit too cocky there, are we?” I look at him doubtfully.
“I researched, remember?” he assures me.
I shrug. I can always ask him to stop if he does anything wrong. And I know he will. Immediately.
When he carefully pushes one finger into me, the pressure feels too much.Fuck, it’s been long, hasn’t it? The last guy I slept with on the regular preferred to bottom.
And this man is proportionate everywhere, from hands to an especially erect organ I don’t even want to think about right now.
I take a long breath and let it out slowly, relaxing. He takes it slow, pushing the finger in until he is knuckle-deep, then pulls it out and pushes it in again. His eyes are trained on my ass with wonder.
He adds more lube, and then two of his giant fingers push in. It's too much and not enough. “That's good,” I sigh. “Just like that.”
He leans in, peppering my inner thigh with kisses. “I got you,” he says again.
I want to laugh at him, but all that comes out is a chokedmoan because he twists his fingers, massaging my prostate. A sudden surge of euphoria washes over me, my body quaking with need. I need to find these research materials of his. Because,good job.
He adds another finger while still rubbing my prostate. His eyes are watching them disappear into me. He’s breathing heavily, as if just the idea of feeling me with his fingers is making him lose control.
Then the fingers disappear. I hear a crinkling noise, belatedly realizing my eyes are closed. I open them to see him sliding the condom on his heavy cock.
I turn on my stomach and get up on all fours, presenting him with my ass. I feel embarrassed. I hate being vulnerable, and this is too much.
But I need this. Needhim. Right now.
His hands gently slide over my ass. He pulls them apart. “Jesus. I wish you could see how beautiful you look. All ready for me,” he groans.
“C’mon, fuck me already,” I demand to gain some control over the situation. To curb the need to run away and hide from him. In him.
Then I feel the blunt head of his cock nudging against my hole. He slides it up and down my perineum, sending the nerve ends into a flurry. ”Yes, fuck me, Nicholas,” I say with a broken noise.
He hears me and pushes inside the first ring. The pressure, the feeling consumes me. My entire being narrows down to that point of contact between us.
Slowly, with rhythmic thrusts, he pushes all the way in until I feel his balls against me. “Fuck,” he breathes out, his thumb feeling around my stretched hole.
I can picture the barely restrained look on his face, ready to snap. I hope he does. And soon. “Fuckingmove,” I encourage.
And he does, slowly at first. Tentatively, like he's worried he’d be hurting me. Then, when he glides into me easily, he speeds up his thrusts, moving his pelvis slowly. I let out a loudgroan when his cock makes contact with my prostate.
How is hethisgood? So fucking unfair. Not that I’m complaining.
