Nico was turned on.
That acknowledgment had a groan rumbling up from his chest. Tempted to see how far Nico would let him push, Stone kicked the man’s feet, forcing him to widen his stance so Stone could move closer. He kept his hand on Nico’s neck as he pressed their bodies together, maintaining control.
Nico could’ve easily shoved him off. He wasn’t a lightweight. But he wasn’t moving. The only thing he did was glance over his shoulder toward the house.
“She can’t see us,” Stone assured him. They were hidden from view of the house. Even if Chelsea were looking out the kitchen window, she would only see the top of Stone’s head over the roof of the truck.
Stone let Nico hold some of his weight, testing the waters, seeing how far he would let him go. Again, Nico made no attempt to fight him off.
“Push me away, Nico.”
Nico’s hands shifted to Stone’s hips, but he didn’t push.
Stone lowered his voice. “That’s all you hafta do. Push. Me. Away.”
He was so close now he could feel Nico’s breath. Tilting his head, he leaned in, letting his lips brush Nico’s ever so slightly.
“Say no, Nico.”
Nico didn’t make a sound.
“Tell me to stop.”
Stone ground his hips forward, feeling the hard ridge of Nico’s dick against his own. As he did, he scanned their surroundings, ensuring no one else was out there. Convinced they were safe, he turned his attention back to Nico.
“I didn’t realize you played for both teams,” he taunted.
“I don’t.”
“No?” Stone reached down with his free hand, grinding his palm along the outline of Nico’s dick. He was hard as fucking steel.
A rough groan escaped the man, spurring Stone to continue.
“Coulda fooled me.”
Nico grunted again when Stone continued to rub.
“You like this. You like it rough.”
He hadn’t phrased it as a question, but Nico gave an almost imperceptible nod.
“You want me to do dirty fuckin’ things to you, don’t you?”
Another groan, and this time Nico pressed his hips forward, grinding against Stone’s hand.
Stone shifted his hand off Nico’s throat, sliding his thumb along his lower lip, gently caressing the injury. “You ever had a cock in your mouth?”
“No.”
When Nico’s mouth opened, he pushed his thumb inside. “Suck.”
There was only a brief flash of hesitance before Nico’s lips closed around his thumb, and he sucked. His eyes were flinty, his expression one of defiance, but there wasn’t an ounce of resistance in the action.
“Fuck.” Stone leaned more of his weight on him. “I want those lips wrapped around my cock.”
He pulled his thumb from Nico’s mouth and pushed two fingers in. His gaze shot to Stevie’s again. She’d moved closer, watching Nico as Stone’s fingers hooked on his lower teeth.
“I wanna fuck your face. Bury my cock in your throat until you can’t breathe.” He lowered his voice. “Then I wanna bend you over and drive my dick in your ass.”
