Nil moves with me. Perfect pressure. Perfect pace. My whole lower half answers him without hesitating.
“Yeah, just like that,” he whispers.
My grip on the sink slips. He catches my middle before I fall forward.
“I’ve got you,” he says. “I won’t let you go.”
A sound breaks out of my throat. I drop my head and his hand comes up instantly, catching my jaw. Lifting my eyes to see how we look in the mirror.
I can’tnotlook. His gaze pins me open. I feel so damnseen.
My body begs, more of his control, of his cock, of himeverywhere.
Nil’s hand takes hold of my hips. The other’s still stroking me. “You’re close?”
I could cry. “Yeah.”
“You’re tightening up around my cock, Stan,” he says. “Wanna come for me?”
I whimper. Actually whimper. “I… I’m—”
“Mm, I love that sound,” he murmurs. “Come for me, good boy.”
Groans feel like they’re being torn outta my chest. They echo offthe tiles with the sounds of skin slapping on skin.
Nil’s voice cuts through too. His praises slide under my skin and stay there.
Pleasure climbs up my body, promising a crash. I suck in breath that feels like it’s not filling my lungs at all.
The next sound out of me is filthy. My own broken cry rings in my ears as the high hits me so damn hard I don’t think I can feel anything else but the thrill coursing through me.
Nil’s breath shudders. I feel it against my shoulder. The sound of him losing control with me sends another wave through my body.
Warmth spills into me. So hot. So full. I can feel his come dripping down the back of my thighs.
My vision goes white again. I cling to the sink until I can’t feel my hands.
Nil kisses the back of my neck. I sag backward. He catches me, arms locking around my waist, holding me tight to his chest, so I don’t fold to the floor.
“You did so well,” he murmurs against my skin. “You came so much.”
The peak rolls through me with every praise he whispers.
“You alive?” he asks, voice low.
“Define alive.”
“That sounds alive.”
I snort and tip forward. He yanks me back with a pleased sound that warms me in places it really shouldn’t.
“Hold still, Stan,” he says. “You’re gonna faceplant.”
“Honestly might be worth it.” I buck back, seeking more friction.
“Stan…” He touches me all over like he’s checking for something. “Anything hurt?”
“Hurt? No. Horny again?Hell yes.”
