When Nash pulled off, Abi whimpered. “Oh, gods. Don’t stop.”
Nash pulled his fingers out and moved up Abi’s body until Nash blanketed him. His cock pressed against Abi’s opening but didn’t enter him right away. “Do you want me to suck you off?”
“Yes.” Abi whined.
“Or do you want my cock?” Nash would give him exactly what he asked for. Both choices were great.
“Your cock. Please, Daddy.”
Nash pressed inside.
Abi wrapped his arms around Nash and relaxed into the fullness. He sighed in relief and praised the gods that Nash had a big cock. Abi felt every inch as Nash entered him. Nash went at a glacial pace, and Abi was grateful for the slowness. It gave him the chance to memorize how it felt as Nash entered him. He didn’t want to forget it, just in case Nash walked away afterward. If all he had was a memory, then he wanted to make sure it lasted.
Nash bottomed out and then held still. “Are you okay, boy?”
Abi nodded. He focused on Nash’s fangs for reasons he didn’t know. Then the need for Nash’s mating mark hit Abi like a slow-moving train. “I want you to bite me. And also move. Please. Please, Daddy.”
Abi used the word please as much as possible since Nash seemed to like it.
Nash stiffened. It made Abi moan because Nash’s entire body was hard, not just his cock. “Are you sure?”
“Very sure, Daddy.” Abi sucked in a breath when Nash pulled out partway but then let it out when Nash pushed back inside him.
Nash kissed Abi’s cheek, leaving his lips there when he began thrusting into him.
It was in that moment that Abi realized he was in love with Nash. He wasn’t almost there or just maybe. It was full on, for real. And of course, Abi’s grand revelation had to happen when Nash was fuckinghim so good, better than anyone ever had. It heated his blood. It wasn’t the ideal time to declare love, even if it was just to himself. He sort of had already in the shower, but something solidified. It would still be true in the morning and next week. After months. Years. It didn’t matter how much time went by. Abi would love Nash forever.
Fucking hell, how scary was that? How terrible, exciting, and perfect—all at once.
Nash moved his kisses along Abi’s jawline at the same time he increased his thrusts.
The orgasm built in his core. He tightened his arms around Nash. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“I won’t.” Nash kissed the spot on Abi’s neck where he’d put the mating mark before biting down.
After that, Abi’s body did whatever it wanted without consultation from his brain. Not that he was complaining. The orgasm rocked through him. The white-hot need peaked, and he fell over the edge.
Nash wasn’t far behind. He fucked into Abi three more times before he came.
That was when it got really weird, but also wonderfully intense at the same time. At first, Abi thought he was experiencing a second orgasm, but then he realized the incredible pleasure actually belonged to Nash. That realization made the pleasure surge through Abi once again.
Abi relaxed a little at a time.
His brain was anything but relaxed. His mind fired on all cylinders. The first thought was how fucking amazing it was. Like the best sex ever.
And then he freaked out. How the hell did he let bonding happen? Full on bonding. Nash was inside his head.
Nash licked his wound. Abi wasn’t sure when he ended the bite.
Nash kissed his neck. “Shh. No need for that.”
“No need for what?”
“For doubt.”
Abi growled. “I’m not doubting anything.”
“Okay, baby.” Nash definitely indulged him. He didn’t believe Abi.
