I leaned in—despite my better judgment—and stole a kiss from his luscious lips. “I’ll leave that up to your judgment. See you in the kitchen in a few minutes?”
“Yeah,” he said, fluttering his lids.
I hopped in the shower, threw on a pair of comfy sweatpants and a T-shirt, and got to work on the pancakes.
Fifteen minutes later, Nate joined me. He padded over to me. I’d designed the kitchen so I could cook and enjoy the view from the windows, a layout I appreciated even more when he slung his arms around my waist.
“I never thought I’d feel small,” he muttered into my spine, then rubbed his cheek over my shirt. The rasp of his stubble sent a gentle shiver down my spine and I sighed.
“But?” I prompted him.
“But wearing your clothes makes me feel tiny.” We both chuckled. Nate was pretty tall for a human, but I still towered over him by half a foot. I loved that.
“I hope you’re hungry.” I gave his hands a squeeze before I stirred the scrambled eggs.
“I’m starving.” His lips left a trail of kisses between my shoulders.
I cursed when his fingers dipped under my waistband and gripped my cock. His other hand travelled up my chest to knead my pec.
He hummed. “You drive me wild.”
I tried to focus on the food, but damn me. Nate dragged my pants down to release my erection, then he took his hand away and spat.
Gods have mercy.
My eyes rolled back in my head when he spread his spit over my cock head. I turned off the gas range and steadied myself with both hands on the counter.
Thank fuck I picked marble. No wood would survive this.
Nate knew his way around a cock. Like a hunting dog he kept his nose on my trail of pleasure. He figured me out one slow, claw-curling stroke at a time.
“Holy shit!” I cursed when he twisted his fist over my head.
This is stick handling 101.
Nate hitched his thumb on my nipple, and he hummed his appreciation.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck my fist. Think you can come again so soon? Got any cum left for me, Pecs?”
I couldn’t speak but stood there with my head bowed and eyes squeezed shut. There was no way Icould hold back if I watched him stroke me. I didn’t want it to be over. Fuck, I wanted to freeze time and stay like this with him forever.
“Frat Boy.” The groan forced its way out as the climax clawed at my insides. My body demanded I give in.
“Turn around.” Nate’s tone was firm, just like a captain’s on the ice. Obeying was still ingrained in me. I did it, and he went down on his knees. My back arched when his wet mouth closed around my aching cock. I couldn’t resist anymore and came with a scream. Nate’s throat worked hard to take it all, and he groaned with delight when he’d swallowed it and licked the last drops away. I collapsed on the floor, scooped Nate into a hug and held him close.
“Breakfast will be cold by the time I feel my legs again,” I mused.
“I don’t give a fuck about breakfast. I want you again, Vee,” he whispered into the plumes at my throat.
We got up after a while, and I had the hardest time ignoring how ridiculous my sweatpants looked on him, and also that I could seeeverything.
“Be a good boy and have a few pancakes first, okay?”
His hard cock twitched.
Gods, he loves it when I call him a ‘good boy’.
“Yes, Chicken Daddy,” he chirped, but he did have some pancakes with an obscene amount of maple syrup and half a pack of bacon on the side.
