Twenty-One
Zamir
I wasinsideNolan.
When he brought out the lube, I'd assumed he would fuck me. He always took the lead, and I liked it that way.
But now that I was inside him, I realized that hewasin control. It didn't matter that my cock was in his ass and not the other way around. Nolan was still the one fucking me as he slowly moved his hips, as he braced his hands on either side of me and started riding me.
I gazed up at him, watching his green eyes sparkle with heat and darken with desire. His cheeks were flushed, his lipsslightly swollen from our kisses. His lip rings glinted every time he moved, and my gaze latched onto his lips. I found myself incapable of looking away, and his lips curved up as he noticed my preoccupation.
Hips still moving as he rode me, he leaned down and brushed his lips over mine, and I wrapped my arms around his back, holding him close as I returned the kiss.
I shifted my hips, wanting to move deeper inside him, but his hand was instantly at my waist, pinning me to the mattress as he pulled away from the kiss to shake his head at me.
"Let me," he murmured, and I moaned as I melted under him and gave myself up completely.
Nolan didn't stick to a rhythm. He went hard and fast, then slowed down to a gentle rhythm where all he did was kiss me as his hips moved almost imperceptibly. He drove me crazy with every small shift, and he squeezed himself around my length, making me gasp into his kisses.
It took me a while to realize Nolan wasn't fucking me. No, this was much more than that. As cheesy as it sounded, Nolan was making love to me. I'd never experienced anything like this before, and I never wanted it to end.
I held on for as long as I could, my fingers digging into his back as I kept the pleasure at bay so I could enjoy this a little bit more. But when Nolan's teeth scraped against the curve of my neck, when he gently bit down on my skin, my control broke.
I came with a shout of his name, spilling into the tight heat of him as he groaned against my skin, moving his hips as he rode me until I softened and slipped out.
Nolan sat up, and I watched him as I caught my breath. He reached behind himself, then wrapped his cum-covered—mycum, that was insidehim—hand around his length, and I moaned at the sight.
He gave himself a few tugs as his eyes stayed locked on mine, and I licked my lips as I watched him. "Come on, Nolan. Mark me," I murmured, and he shuddered, his eyes flickering shut as he threw his head back and came with a shout of my name.
His cum coated my abdomen and chest, hot and slick and full of his scent, and I scooped some up onto my finger, sticking it into my mouth as our gazes met.
"Fuck," Nolan grunted as he squeezed out one last spurt before releasing his spent cock from his grip.
I tugged him close, and he slumped over me with a sigh, squishing the sticky cum between us.
We lay there for a while, but then he forced himself up with a sigh. "Let me clean you up," he murmured as he dropped a kiss on my lips before leaving the bed. I heard the water turn on in the bathroom and he returned a minute or two later sans cum, a wet cloth in his hand.
He wiped me down with careful strokes, then threw the cloth into the bathroom before climbing in beside me. He pulled up the sheets to cover us, and I cuddled close. He threw his arm over my waist and pinned me to him, and I smiled as I gazed up at him.
"I didn't know you like to bottom," I murmured, and he smiled.
"There's not much I don't like," he said with a shrug, and I raised a brow at that.
"Really?"
"I've lived a long life."
I pursed my lips, trying to think of something he wouldn't enjoy. "Exhibitionism?"
His brows furrowed as he thought about it, then shook his head. "Maybe there are a few things I don't like," he conceded, and I snickered.
"That's perfectly fine. I do too. I wouldn't like anyone watching you either."
Nolan smiled, then pressed a kiss on my forehead, and we were quiet for a while as my thoughts drifted.
Nolan had so many experiences in his past, so many things he'd seen, people he'd met. Maybe he'd tell me about them. It wasn't like we were lacking time, and I'd love to hear about his life, about all the historic moments he'd witnessed, all the little things he'd learned.
Thinking about his past made me think of mine, and of the place where they both intersected.
