CHASE
True to his word, Nix didn’t do anything to push our physical relationship forward after we got back up to the studio. If anything, our evening looked like any other night this week.
We took turns using the bathroom and changing into our pajamas.
In bed, we read for a little while, side-by-side, before turning out the lights.
Other than a few swapped kisses and Nix sleeping a little closer to me, it was a normal evening between friends.
Yet this morning I woke feeling regret. Not over the kissing or asking Nix to date because I’m elated about both of those things. Instead, it’s more than I wish we’d spent a little more time touching each other. There are so many things for me to explore, but mainly, I can’t get enough of Nix. Every bit of him is intoxicating.
It’s a weird feeling, waking up like this. It’s the opposite of my usual situation. Or at least how I remember it before Kelley.Usually, the morning after, I regretted getting into bed with someone. I’d wake up feeling a little bit out of sorts, maybe even a little sad.
Today, I’m horny and desperate to get my hands on Nix.
Hands, mouth, and any other parts I can manage.
Of course, he’s still sleeping. Mouth slightly open, face relaxed as he enjoys the early hours. Normally, I see him in glasses and a bowtie, all done up for the day. That nerdy look does something to me, which is a shock, but I like Nix like this, too. At ease and without all the worries that pile on his shoulders the minute he regains consciousness.
I trace my finger over his cheekbone, amazed at how soft his skin is. Mine is probably screwed up from all the time I spend running in the sun. His is still soft and supple.
“What are you doing?” he mumbles. “It’s early.”
“It’s notthatearly.”
“What time is it?” He holds his arm up in front of his face to read his watch. Without his glasses, he has to work to find the perfect position to hold it so he can see the face. “Five-thirty is early. Go back to sleep.”
His arm drops to the mattress with a soft thunk.
“Well, I was thinking that maybe we could spend a little time together before you have to go to work.”
Nix opens one eye. “Yeah? What did you have in mind?”
I’ve never been shy in bed. I figure if I can’t ask for what I want, I shouldn’t be doing it. Already mostly naked in bed next to Nix, I have a momentary crisis of confidence. What if I get it all wrong?
Then I look at Nix’s expression, his eyes warm and caring, and I get my shit together. There’s a gorgeous man in bed next to me, one I’ve been thinking about nonstop, and I’m taking advantage of the situation.
“I was thinking maybe we could pick up where we left off in the bookstore yesterday?”
“I’m up.” Nix pops off the pillow, hoisting himself up on his elbows. “Are you sure?” His enthusiasm sobers. “We don’t have to do anything. I meant it when I said we could wait.”
“I know, but I want to. With you.” I lean in and press my lips to his cheek. The way he sighs when I touch him should be studied. It’s such a soft noise, but it sends all my blood straight to my dick. If that’s what he sounds like from something so simple, what will he sound like when he comes? “Please?”
Something in my pleading seems to convince Nix. He pulls me in for a kiss. This time it’s anything but soft. His lips are demanding, begging me to keep up with him as he moves against me. It takes a moment for me to reposition myself, crawling on top of him so I can meet every one of his hungry kisses with the attention it deserves.
Nix threads his fingers through my hair, tugging gently as he holds my head in place. It’s wildly unnecessary—you couldn’t get me to leave unless the place was on fire—but I love it.
“I want to watch you,” I whisper.
“What?” Nix’s voice practically squeaks.
“I want to watch,” I say a bit slower. “Show me how you like to be touched.”
“What are you going to do?”
I thought that part would be clear. “I’m going to take notes so that the next time we’re in bed together, I’ll know exactly how to make you come.”
“You’re killing me.” Nix presses his palm against his cock
