Nix wraps his fist around the bottom of my shaft, stroking me as he uses his tongue to give all my most sensitive spots an abundance of attention. I shove my knuckles into my mouth to keep from calling out his name. He must like that, because he moans around my cock and thrusts his hips into the mattress.
As I get closer to coming, it’s harder to keep from making any noise. I’m tempted to cover my face with a pillow to muffle anything that slips out, but then my vision would be blocked. Watching Nix suck my cock while he thrusts his hips against the bed is something I never want to take my eyes off.
The best I can do is tap his shoulder to give him a warning that I’m close. He must get my message because he redoubles his efforts, licking and sucking like his life depends on it. My orgasm crashes over me in waves, pulling me under. It’s possible I let out a few whimpers and low moans, though honestly, I’m not sure which one of us made them.
“You did so well,” Nix says. He runs his tongue along my oversensitive slit, lapping up the cum he didn’t manage to swallow. That almost does me in. After getting through the whole blow job without making a sound, I nearly scream. “Sorry.”
I give him a questioning look, wondering if the ban on my making noise has been lifted. It’s not like he can take back the reward he already gave me, but he could try.
“Go ahead.” He gestures toward me as he sits up. “You can speak.”
“That was incredible. Tell me what you need.”
Nix gets that sheepish expression on his face, the one I haven’t seen in some time. “I, uh, already came.”
That. Is. Hot. “Really?”
“Yeah, sorry.”
“Hey.” I reach for him, pulling him up into my arms. “Don’t be sorry. I’m incredibly turned on by it. If I could go again, I would.”
“Okay.”
We sit like that for a few minutes, holding each other.
“I’m going to go clean up, then we can get some sleep.”
Fuck. I forgot he’d been sitting there with cum cooling in his briefs.
Nix ducks out to the bathroom and comes back a few minutes later wearing a different pair of pajama pants.
“What about my brother?” I ask as he crawls back in bed next to me.
“We’ll set an alarm so you can sneak back into your room before he wakes up.”
Sounds like a plan to me. “Thanks. For everything. For being such a great boyfriend. For distracting me. For giving me space while I work things out.”
“Of course. Anything for you.”
I let Nix roll over and use my chest as a pillow. It’s become a comfortable position for us. I worry that sleep will still be hard to come by, but as soon as I hear Nix’s breath even out, I slip into a deep sleep.
19
NIX
“Welcome to Tannenbaum Tales. How can I assist you today?”
“Oh, um, is Nix here? I’ve got myBINGOcard.”
“I’m by the counter,” I shout at Kyler. For the last two days, Russ has been greeting customers as if they’re atWal-Martrather than a small-town bookshop. Some folks have found it charming, but my regular customers are a bit confused.
“Already finished, huh?” Russ asks him.
“Yeah, I know it doesn’t say much about my social life. Can’t go out unless I have a sitter, so I tend to sit around and read in the evenings.” I can’t see Kyler, but I can imagine the way he looks when he says it. Anytime he talks about his daughter, his face lights up.
“It was a compliment. I like a man who reads.”
Andthat’s enough. I move quickly across the store to rescue my friend. Russ doesn’t mean any harm. He’s a flirt and happy toturn his charm on any good-looking available man. Kyler is both those things, which means he’s in danger.
