“King sized.”
I nodded and moved closer. “Yeah, California King, to be specific. I wanted the extra length.”
Nick held out his hand and curled his fingers through the belt loops in my jeans. When my arms were around him, and we were chest to chest, Nick reached up and pulled my mouth to his.
I moaned at the feel of this tongue moving with mine as we explored one another. My dick was hard and pressing along the zipper of my jeans. Nick’s was right there with mine.
Skimming my hands down to his ass, I reached further and lifted him by his thighs. Nick wrapped his body around mine as I moved the short distance to my bed. I lowered him onto it and he fell back.
“I feel like I’m drunk. All I can see, and feel, and taste is you, Preston,” he said as I splayed my body over his, pressing myself between his spread legs. I rutted against him, making him hiss as I ran my hands over his chest. Skating one under his shirt, I could feel his warm skin pebble against my palm and fingertips as I kissed my way from his collarbone.
“Baby, I need…” he moaned as I pulled up his shirt, placing open-mouthed kisses along his abs and sides. He hummed and squirmed under me as I tongued his belly button.
He arched his back, chasing the sensations.He was lost in pleasure.
Before I lost my self-control, I looked up at him. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” he rasped, shaking his head from side to side. “I need it.”
Placing another kiss to his belly, he put his fingers in my hair while I kept my eyes on him as I flicked open the button on his jeans. Ever so slowly, I carefully unzipped them as he reached in to palm his cock.
“That’s mine,” I murmured. He let go and lifted his hips to lower his jeans under his ass. His cock was pressing rudely against his underwear, and I ached to free it.
“Can I?” I asked.
He nodded. “Yes, fucking god, yes.”
Pulling back the stretchy cotton fabric, his dick popped out, long and hard. “We match,” I said, then tongued the mushroom head, causing saliva to pool in my mouth.
I licked along the ridge that surrounded the glans and traced the big vein underneath with my tongue. Nick hissed every time my stubble grazed his sensitive skin.
“Preston,” he moaned, and bucked his hips. “It won’t take much…”
I smiled and swallowed him whole, all the way down to the root. Nick sucked in a breath and groaned as he continued to run his fingers through my hair before fisting his hands to hold me in place. I relinquished control and allowed him to fuck my throat. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
My own erection pressed painfully against my zipper. Reaching down, I unbuttoned my jeans with one hand and freed my cock. I gripped it in my fist as he continued to fuck into my throat.
I groaned, and the vibration brought on his orgasm. Nick filled my mouth with his cum as I spilled my load over my hand. I sucked and sucked until he pushed me away.
Breathing like I’d run a marathon, I rested my head on his stomach as he reached for me and pulled me to him.
I lowered my mouth to his and gave him a taste. Nick was drunk on the taste of himself on my tongue and began to rut against me.
I smiled into our kiss and pulled back to look at him. “Youarea baby boy, aren’t you? Ready to go again in two seconds.”
He smiled at me with heavy-lidded eyes. “It’s been a while, so yeah.”
I smiled as I ran my clean hand over his face. “I need to feed you, then you can use me however you want—all night long.”
His eyes closed, then opened, swirling with blue fire. “You said my name was on your asshole. I’d like to check that out.”
I groaned and hid my face at my crude remark, making Nick laugh.
“But first, I want some of that lasagna. It’s driving me crazy.”
I nodded and smiled down at him. “Your wish is my command.”
As Nick looked at me, I could see the insecurity in his eyes. He wasn’t sure if he could trust me with his heart yet, even though he clearly wanted to.
