My mind catches up with me, and I remember his request. Back above him, I’m able to lower myself down, grind my body against Nicholas, and take him in a deep, full kiss.
My fingers are sunk in his ass, and I work them in and out as we kiss. Nicholas drops his legs, and he manages to get a hand between our bodies.
“Okay?” he asks, panting, and when I grunt a yes, he grips my dick, too.
I stroke his spot, doing my best to meet the rhythm he sets with his hips.
“So good,” he says, panting again. “Tell me what else you want to do to my hole.”
I bite at his lip. “Lick it.” I push my fingers deeper. “Fill it with my fingers.” I stroke in and out again. “Stuff you with my cock.”
Nicholas fucks me back, bouncing himself on my fingers harder, and I feel his body open. “You’d feel so big inside me.”
“Good. I know you’d like it.”
Nicholas cries out, and his hole clenches around my fingers. I’m pressing the spot he showed me, and I keep my fingers there as he shakes.
He jerks my cock harder, faster, and when he sprays, I realize I’m orgasming, too. I kiss Nicholas and pump into his fist, driving myself off the cliff, and I shoot again and again.
The climax rips me apart, and when I collapse on top of him with a groan, my fingers are buried deep.
He cuddles up to me. “That was amazing,” he murmurs.
“Hell yeah,” I agree. I pull my fingers out and grope his ass. My brain is a haze, but I know I’m not comfortable cuddling, so I give him another good squeeze and a kiss as I extract myself.
Touching his ass is one thing. But it doesn’t matter how good it feels—I am not cuddling right now.
Instead, I pull on my boxers, get the stuff together to clean up, and grab Nicholas a cool glass of water. By the time I’m back, he’s already up and gathering his clothes.
“Hey,” I say as I hand him the water. “Cool,” I add, totally failing with my words.
Nicholas smiles. “Yeah,” he agrees, and his lips are still flushed and puffy. “Cool.”
