Eventually he stops, the fullness bordering on discomfort. Again, it’s not painful but it’s not pleasant either. It’s weird. Uncomfortable, more emotionally than physically.
“Shit.”
“Do you like it?” Andrew asks.
“Do I—fuck.You have no idea, do you?”
Andrew shakes his head. He doesn’t. He doesn’t have that desire to fuck like so many people, that pure sexual need. Even when he is hard, most of the time he ignores it because he just doesn’t care. He can’t imagine feeling driven out of his mind with sexual desire the way he’s heard his brothers describe it.
“You feel incredible. So fucking tight, so warm, somine.”
The praise is nice, and Andrew focuses on that as the slight burn begins to dissipate.
“Tell me more,” Andrew requests, closing his eyes to focus on the rumble of Nicki’s voice and the soothing background music.
“You wanna hear how good you feel, princess?”
Andrew nods. Yes. That’s what he wants. He wants to know how wanted he is, how desired. Wants to hear that he’s perfect for Nicki, not the masked version of him but just Andrew. Oh, how he wants to be wanted by this man who makes it safe to be just him.
“Such a pretty princess,” Nicki croons, his accent taking on a sharper edge when he pants with the exertion of holding himself still. His hips are flush against Andrew’s ass while Andrew’s legs are around his waist. Andrew’s never beenthisclose to another person in his life, physically or emotionally, and while it’s a little scary, it’s surprisingly nice.
“I’m the only one who gets to see you like this,” Nicki murmurs, dropping his elbows onto the bed on either side of Andrew, his hand cupping Andrew’s head. “So beautiful, so full of my cock, so fucking mine.”
“Possessive brute.”
“Damn right.”
Andrew’s lips turn up in a smile. Nicki might be a possessive brute, but he’sAndrew’spossessive brute.
“Tell me when I can move,” Nicki requests, shifting his knees.
“You can move now.”
Nicki doesn’t ask if he’s sure which Andrew is grateful for. He doesn’t want to think or make decisions right now.
“I’m going to fuck you so good.”
“Prove it.”
The growl that rumbles out of Nicki’s chest is guttural, and the residual vibrations of it reverberate against Andrew’s lips when he claims his mouth in a kiss. Clearly, Nicki has learned that kissing is a good distraction, and it works, until it doesn’t. It’s not painful anymore, not exactly uncomfortable, but whatever it is, Andrew isn’t sure he enjoys it.
It’s not the ass play itself that Andrew dislikes but the intrusion, the sense of something else in his body that’s triggering his brain’swe don’t like thispanic.
“Nicki,” Andrew gasps.
Mistaking that gasp, Nicki thrusts, slow and deep.
“Stop,” Andrew blurts.
Exactly like he promised he would, Nicki stills instantly. His eyes search Andrew’s face, expression tight with what Andrew knows is confusion.
“I don’t—” but the words are stuck. Andrew is going to be sick. Nicki wanted this so badly, and Andrew wanted to experience it with him, wanted to give him something when Nicki has given him so much. He thought maybe it would be different and some of it was, the kissing and the rimming was good, but the penetration is not. It’s not okay, and Andrew doesn’t want it to happen ever again.
“Princess.”
“I’m sorry,” Andrew croaks, struggling to move.
Nicki lets him roll out from under him until his feet hit the floor. He bends over, breathing deep. One two three. Three, two, one.Uno, dos, tres. Tres, dos, uno.Over and over, until the world stops spinning. Only then does he realize Nicki is still there, behind him, rubbing circles up and down his back.
