This urge to fill him with my dick.
I spit on my fingers and go back to playing with his rim, exploring him with strokes. Nicholas pants, accepting the pleasure I’m giving him. “Feels good. Just like that.”
I keep doing what I’m doing, working a slow circle as I trust him to guide me. “Your ass is so tight and hot.”
“You like it?”
“Makes me want to do all kinds of things to you.”
Nicholas wriggles his hips, and I feel his hole stretch against my fingertips.
He grabs my wrist, holding me there. “Don’t move,” he says and shakes.
My dick is fat against my abs, and a rivulet of precum dribbles down my shaft.
“There’s lube in my jacket,” he says. “I forgot to grab it earlier.”
I grunt and nod to the nightstand. “I got some. Can you reach?”
Nicholas wiggles his eyebrows. “You already keep lube around. Very interesting.” He reaches for the drawer and pulls it out. “Half-decent brand, too.”
I grunt and snatch it from him. He’s teasing me, and I’m so horny I’m about to explode. “I use it to jerk off.”
“That’s hot.”
I have no idea why it’s hot, but I don’t care right now. Right now, all I care about is getting lube all over my fingers so I can feel inside Nicholas.
He repositions, lifting both of his knees. His veiny erection is stiff, also leaking, and my eyes trace over the shape of him.
That sensitive, twitching cock is driving me wild.
Beautiful Nicholas with the flower shop. All on display for me, his attraction rock hard and obvious. Fucking sexy.
I warm up some lube in my hand and lower down, kissing him as I put my hand between his legs. My slicked fingers find his hole again, and Nicholas’s rim puckers, which drives me wild. I rub circles over his entrance, feeling the way he tries to tug me in and kissing him, before Nicholas finally calls out.
“That’s good,” he gasps, half whine and half demand. “I’m ready for your fingers.”
I push one finger in, sinking into his heat. Nicholas sucks in a deep breath and arches his hips, and I naturally push in another inch as I kiss his neck, drag my tongue up to his chin.
“Feels good, nice and slow,” he encourages and barely moves his hips. I pull my finger back, feeling the wet heat inside of him, and the urge to take him burns through me like a wildfire.
“Okay,” he says. “More.”
When I get a second finger in, he throws his head back.
“Strong hands.”
I meet him in another kiss. Feels amazing to be inside of him. When I stroke him, his entire body reacts.
“Easy,” he says, mouth at my lips. “Just like that.”
I pump my dick with my free hand, slow, savoring every sensation. Learning him. I grip my erection while I explore inside him with my fingers, fantasizing about entering him with my cock.
“Inside,” he says. “Behind my balls. Do you feel that spo-awww-auut! Oh fuck!”
There’s a hard spot there, and I press it again.
“Damn,” I growl, pleased by his reaction, and reposition to rub my dick against his, wanting more of that contact.
