He’s mine.
I drag my mouth down to his chest, giving attention to the hard nubs of his nipples, and kiss down his belly. I only suck his cock for a minute, groping his ass the whole time, before I spin him over and go at his hole.
With a long, slow lick up his crease, I pull him apart, and Nicholas moans out my name.
“That’s right,” I tell him, drunk off his sweet scent. “Be as loud as you want, Nicky. There’s no one to hide from here.”
When I lick him again, he lets out a louder moan, hollering my name to the ceiling. “Fuck, Clay. That feels so good.”
I know what I’m doing. The ways his body reacts, the pulse of his pleasure, all of it is familiar to me. When his hole tightens against my mouth, I slide my hand around to his front, teasing his crown. It pulls him forward with a moan, and he opens up, taking my tongue deeper.
Nicholas writhes his ass back. “Lick my hole. Get me wet for your big dick.”
I give his ass a good grope. “Tell me that you like it.”
“I like it. And I need your cock, Clay.”
I grind my face against his ass, giving him everything. “Say I’m good at it,” I grunt.
“No one has ever licked my hole like this.” Nicholas reaches back, pulling his cheeks open for me, letting me thrust my tongue deeper. “Oh god. Clay. I want to feel you inside me.”
I twist my hand around his cock, enjoying how he twitches and leaks. The sensation of driving him into such intense pleasure satisfies me and stokes my desire at the same time.
I intend to take my time, go back to sucking his dick and really drive him wild. But Nicholas pulls away first.
Leaning back, I catch my breath, huffing for air. My face burns, I’m sweaty, and the scent of men and sex is heavy in the air.
Instead of giving me a break, though, Nicholas grabs my wrist. He’s pulled out the lube, and he squirts it onto my fingers. “I’m ready for more.”
I grunt and cock up a smile. “Yes you are.”
He gets in position, not letting go of my wrist. “Don’t forget, I’ve learned some new things with you, too.”
“I know,” I tell him. “You’re dirty with me.”
He bites down on his bottom lip. “You make me say filthy things.” Pulling my hands between his legs, Nicholas guides me, rubbing his fingers and mine against his hole. “You make me want things.”
I growl, loving him like this. I can’t believe I get to see this secret side of sweet Nicky with the beautiful flower shop everyone loves.
It makes me possessive. I’m dying over him, and he’s right here in my arms, pulling my fingers into his slick, hot ass.
Next thing I know, I’m on top, grunting and thrusting. Our erections are rubbing together, charged bolts, and I’ve got two fingers buried in his tight hole.
“Harder, Clay. Give it to me harder.”
I thrust up, twisting my fingers against his spot. “You’re so hot. You ready for my dick?”
He squeezes down, pulling my fingers in, and I’m shaking—I want him that bad.
Nicholas grabs the back of my head, taking me in a kiss. “Get your cock in me,” he demands. “I need it. Now.”
“Fuck yeah.” I drag my hands along his body. He’s totally wrecked already, flush and wild-eyed, and it’s so damn hot.
I pull his leg up, getting myself in better position. It’s different anatomy than I’m used to, though, and I can’t quite figure out how to enter him and still hit his spot.
Nicholas pants, watching me with wide eyes for a second before he throws his leg around my waist. With a sassy whimper, he pulls me to him on the mattress. I think we’re just kissing again, and I groan my appreciation when his fingers stroke up my sensitive dick, but then he’s on top of me.
Flat on my back, I look up at him, and Nicholas grins down.
