“There are no rules,” he groaned when Stone straddled his knees, shoving the blanket aside before tugging his sweatpants down his hips.
Stone grinned, memories from that night flooding back. He’d never been able to pinpoint exactly what it was about Nico that set him off that day, but the only time he’d ever experienced an adrenaline rush that compared was when he’d been atop a bucking bull coming out of the gate. He’d chased that rush over the years, trying to duplicate it in whatever way he could. He’d achieved his goal, but never with sex. Nothing had ever come close to being as intense as that one night when he had the man and the woman he’d spent the last fifteen years dreaming about.
“You’re gonna beg before the night’s over,” he warned as he rocked his hips, grinding the hard ridge of his dick against Nico’s legs.
“I fuckin’ hope so.”
Stone laughed. “That’s the same thing you said back then.”
***
Nico hadn’t expected this was where theywould end up.
Not because he didn’t anticipate the temptation. Of course he did. This was Stone Jameson.
However, when Nico had been driving over, he’d promised himself he would leave before they ever had a chance to get this far. He’d expected Jäger to provide enough distraction for Nico to keep his distance. He’d tried to convince himself they needed to slow things down. As it was, his feelings for this man had intensified tenfold since the first night Stone stayed at his house. And every day since, he caught himself wondering what the future looked like for the three of them. Worse, he found himself daydreaming of making that a reality now. After all, they weren’t getting any younger.
He was wrong about taking things slow, and he’d known it the second he walked through the door. Even before Reilly came to pick up the puppy.
Nico was unable to resist this man. And when Stone was looking at him like he wanted to have him for dessert, he knew it was futile to pretend otherwise.
“Rough and dirty,” Stone said, his eyes zeroing in on Nico’s cock as his hands slid up Nico’s thighs.
Those two words had changed Nico’s life all those years ago. He’d had no idea what Stone had in mind then, but he knew now. More than that, he knew how much he wanted him to live up to the promise.
Stone’s hands slid to his hips, and the next thing he knew, the man was shifting back and jerking Nico so that his spine was curved and his ass was on the ottoman and not the couch.
Nico could feel the blood rushing in his cock, the head engorged to the point of pain. He wanted Stone’s mouth on him, but he knew better than to ask. He’d done that before and endured the torment that came with thinking he was in control. That had been the first of many lessons he’d learned during the hours he’d spent with Stone in this very barn. Only back then, it hadn’t been converted into a comfortable living space. They’d been up in the old hayloft with a lumpy mattress, the only padding between them and the splintered boards laid across the beams.
But that wasn’t the only thing different now.
Although Stone looked like a man with a single-minded focus, Nico noticed the way he was watching him. Gauging his reactions. That hadn’t been the case back then. Or maybe it had, and he’d been too far gone to notice. He couldn’t deny he’d been lost in a haze of pleasure so intense, it was a wonder he’d remembered to breathe.
Stone sat astride his thighs and rubbed his cock, stroking with one hand, then both, back to one hand. His grip alternated between intensely gentle to fiercely firm. He was playing with him the same way he had then.
“You came in my mouth that day,” Stone said, slowing the pace of his stroking. “Do you remember?”
Nico huffed air in and out of his lungs, nodding because he couldn’t find his voice. The humiliation had consumed him that day because he’d come within minutes of Stone putting his mouth on him. He’d been overwhelmed, confused, and so turned on he couldn’t control it. But Stone hadn’t degraded him for it.
“You’ve got more self-control now,” Stone said, rubbing his thumb along the sensitive spot beneath the head of his dick.
It wasn’t a question, but Nico nodded. He prayed he wasn’t lying.
“Don’t worry if you don’t. I’ve got plenty of ways to get you hard again. I’ve even learned a few more over the years.”
Nico gasped, pressing his head back against the pillow as Stone stroked his cock faster. He was playing with him, seeing how much he could take.
Stone reached forward with his free hand, pushing two fingers into Nico’s mouth. He closed his lips around them, meeting his gaze as he sucked.
“How many times did you suck my cock that day?”
Stone pulled his fingers out so he could answer.
“Not nearly enough.”
A smirk tugged at Stone’s wicked mouth. “Good answer. Mine was the first cock you ever took in your greedy throat.”
It was. And that first time, Nico had been hesitant. But Stone had pushed him way past his boundaries with his rough tactics. Once Stone had confirmed Nico was willing, he’d robbed Nico of his control completely, introducing him to a side of himself he hadn’t realized existed. By the second time, Nico had been begging for it. Literally.
