I want to drive Nicholas out of his mind. Get at him with more than my hands. The potential builds every time we’re together, like a geyser ready to break the earth open.
I’ve been wondering about licking him. Sucking him. Tasting him.
When the sun dips to the horizon, I clean up the worksite and head inside. After popping a pizza in the oven, I take a steamy shower, easing my muscles and washing off the day’s dirt.
Nicholas arrives right on time. He’s brought another bag, this time with ice cream, which he says we can’t have until after we orgasm. I’ve got the flowers he gave me arranged on the table, and Nicholas smiles at them as he drops his bag and marches over to kiss me.
He’s all hands, tearing into me like he can’t get enough. It feels good, and I groan under my breath as I hitch him close, kissing him back.
“Frisky,” I say. “Nice.”
I love when Nicholas is turned on. And I especially love that I’m the one turning him on. It’s like the dirty talk. With everything explicit and right out in the open, it’s easier to trust myself and be with him.
“Yeah,” he says. “I keep thinking about how hot you looked wearing nothing but your tool belt.”
Still feels funny to have him talk about me being hot, but I’m getting better at not balking.
I kiss him again and drag my thumb over his cheek. “Maybe we can try something new this time.”
“What do you have in mind?”
I move my hand over his crotch, feeling his erection through his pants. We’re standing by the couch, and Nicholas leans against me, his breath fluttering.
“Sucking your dick,” I answer.
Nicholas grabs my bicep. “Clay,” he moans softly. “That sounds very hot.”
“Good,” I tell him. “Because I’m ready, and you know I’m not patient once I decide I want something.”
He pulls back slightly. “In that case, sometime soon, we should walk down the street to the clinic and get STI tests. Then we can skip the barriers in the future. If that works for you, too.”
I pull my phone out. “Already got tested,” I tell him as I pull up the results. “Did a full panel. Remembered that you said that’s important to you. Want to see?”
Nicholas blinks, surprised. “Oh! I trust you,” he clarifies. “You don’t have to prove it to me. But since you’re offering...”
The wordsI trust youland like a heavy blanket over my shoulders as he pulls out his phone.
“I’ve been tested, too,” he says, showing me. “After my last vacation hookup at a flower conference in Miami a few months ago.”
I raise up half a smile. “Cool,” I say.
Nicholas grins. “I was planning to get another test anyway. Out of good faith, since I’m asking you to.”
I reach out and take the back of his head. Pulling lightly, tugging on his hair, I bring his mouth to mine again.
“Nicholas,” I say, dragging my palm up his hard dick. “Nicky. This means we don’t have to use condoms, right?”
He shudders against me, rewarding my confidence, the ways I’m trying to put myself out there.
“You want to suck my dick, Clay?”
“Yes,” I answer.
Nicholas kisses me. “Okay,” he says softly.
“Good boy,” I tell him, rubbing his erection. With another low growl, I pull his pants and underwear down, freeing his stiff dick.
Fuck, I really like his dick. Why did it take me so long to admit how much I like a hard dick? I want to pump it and work it like a damn power tool.
