I match his rhythm, relaxing slowly before I press back against him. Agonizingly slowly the tip of his erection enters me.
He feels huge, much bigger than even our three fingers. Big enough for the stretch to hurt. I squeeze my eyes shut against the pain, shoulders tensing. I try to focus on the heat of his dick where it fills me. On Nicko’s groans as his hips finally press against my ass.
He squirms impatiently, and I growl, reaching back to grab his leg and force him to hold still, to give me time to take a deep breath.
Slowly the deep ache recedes. Testing myself, I clench around Nicko’s erection, prompting a string of curses that’s too low and guttural for me to understand. My own erection gives a happy twitch.
I grin and do it again.
Nicko's hips stutter against my ass, almost a thrust.
Before I can tease him a third time, he grabs my hips with both hands, pulling back and slamming into me hard enough to push me forward against the headboard.
“Shit!”
“Not so smug now, huh?” Nicko growls into my ear.
A shiver trails down my back, causing me to involuntarily buck forward. I jut my ass out to meet his next thrust. His fingers dig into my hips, pulling and pushing while we establish a rhythm that has both of us panting.
Nicko’s next push goes deep enough that I see stars. I’m not going to last much longer, but I don’t want to be the first to give in. I squeeze around him, pushing back further to throw off his rhythm. Taking him to the root I rock down in short little bursts.
Nicko hisses and pushes me forward, holding me still as he fucks into me. It's too good, too much, too—
“Close!”
“I– almost,” he groans against my neck, his hot breath and rough voice raising goosebumps along my arms.
“Good,” I gasp out, tensing around him, determined to make him fall before me. “Just keep–” my voice breaks off into a moan as Nicko nails my prostate over and over, giving me exactly what I need.
“Fuck, Xander!”
The thrill of hearing him groan my name, paired with the spike of pain of his teeth on my neck, shudders through me. With the next thrust I spill all over the pillow, splashing even the headboard. My orgasm tears through me like an electric current. I’m left winded and gasping for breath as my body trembles with pleasure.
Spots dance in front of my vision, fading in and out. Vaguely, I register warmth pulsing inside of me as Nicko stills, then falls forward, catching himself on my back.
His hair brushes over my skin.
My arms shake as I hold both our weights, then slowly let us drop to the side before I roll onto my back. Nicko slumps down next to me with a soft grunt, boneless and sated. Part of me is still floating somewhere above, enjoying the blissful state of post-orgasm satisfaction.
“Oh, fuck,” Nicko groans vaguely. Without thinking about it I curl one arm around his waist, slowly rolling onto my side to face him. His hair sticks to his forehead, and as if on autopilot, I lean down to brush a strand away that’s lying over his eyes.
For a moment the only sound is our breathing.
Nicko’s green eyes are atypically soft when he blinks them open. The contact lasts only for a moment, then he clears his throat, turning his head.
“We should clean up,” he says quickly and sits.
I bite my tongue, then follow suit. “Yeah, sure, let me get right on that.”
I lean over the side of the bed, fishing up Nicko’s boxers to wipe my stomach clean.
“There, half done,” I tell him as I toss his now dirty underwear toward the hamper standing behind the door.
“Ass,” he grumbles, voice jumping a bit when he pulls off the used condom.
“You know it,” I say casually, though I have to fight to keep my voice level as I push to my feet. There’s a pull in my backside that will remind me of what we did. I know that it will go away in a couple of days, hopefully taking this tension between us with it.
For now, though, my steps are stilted as I pull on my underwear. I gather the rest of my clothes in my arms, stopping at the door to listen, but the rest of the house is silent.
