Page 134 of Starting a New Life

He didn’t need to. I’d never make him beg. Couldn’t even stand the thought because I wanted to please him with everything I had. Wanted to cherish him. To show him how loved he was. Always.

So I complied, crawled between his spread legs and carefully pressed him into the mattress.

He moaned, his eyes rolling back as he thrust against me, our dicks now perfectly lined up, hot and heavy against each other.

“Gray,” he moaned, and my cock jerked, a burst of precum slicking my thrusts. “Need you.”

I tweaked his nipples. “We have time.”

He shuddered, the spicy scent of arousal intensifying.

“We really don’t. Please hurry.”

I rolled my eyes but complied, my fingers finding his entrance, drawing lazy circles around his puckered skin, scanning his every reaction. His eyes were glassy, lips red and swollen as he bit down to stifle a moan when I carefully pressed against his entrance, his muscles immediately relaxing, welcoming me in. Tight heat surrounded my finger, and my cock jerked in anticipation.

“Graay,” Nix whined, his hands searching for something on the bedside table. He opened my drawer and threw something onto the bed.

I sat up with a smile as I grabbed the lube and carefully slicked my fingers.

Nix didn’t like too much prep. But I didn’t like relying on his healing abilities. I needed him to be ready. To crave my cock entering him more than he craved his next breath.

He shuddered when I spread the cool gel between his cheeks, a protest already on his lips when my free hand found his cock and gave a slow tug. Protest turned into a broken gasp, and he punched up his hips, fucking his slender cock into my fist only to sink onto my finger on his way back down. Up and down. He was caught between my hands, fucking and getting fucked, his pale skin rosy, sweat glistening on his abs, catching the light.

I leaned in and licked a stripe over his stomach, cherishing the salty taste that was all Nix.

“Come on,” he whispered, his hands reaching for me.

The world spun, and suddenly he was on top, swatting my hands away. He smirked and grabbed my cock, positioning it at his entrance and sinking down. Inch by inch, my cock disappeared inside my mate, spreading him wide, his tight heat clenching around me, but he never stopped. Not one second until his ass met my pelvis.

“Fuuck,” he moaned. “Move, Gray.”

I did; I couldn’t help it. It was all bordering on too much. His heat surrounding me, his scent, the electricity in the air, the need in his voice.

Grabbing his hips, I thrust up, revelling in the way Nix hissed in pleasure, the way his cock was still hard and leaking onto my abs, spreading his precum with every thrust of mine.

The crackling increased as Nix set up a rhythm of his own, slightly rotating his hips as he slid up then sank down on me again. The muscles in his thighs strained, his nipples drawn into tight buds in the cool air.

His hands found their way to my pecs, palms gliding over my skin, tweaking my nipples. I jerked, my cock throbbing, balls drawing tight.

“Fuck,” I hissed, thrusting, chasing the high that was right around the corner. My fingers dug into his hips, pulling him down, helping him keep up with his brutal rhythm when his movements became frantic and uncoordinated.

“Gray,” he whispered, his cock flexing. “I… I’m…”

I knew. His body clamped down around me, his scent intensifying even more as he came with a shout, his fingers still twisting my nipples, pushing me over the edge too.

My body went taut, my hips punching up one last time as my cock began spurting. Nix tweaked my nipples again, the small burst of pain drawing out the pleasure of my orgasm even longer.

“Fuck,” I whispered as my mate leaned in, resting his sweat-slicked forehead against mine.

“I love you,” he whispered, eyes glowing in the pale morning light. “So much.”

“I love you too.”

He climbed off me, wincing as my cock slid out of him, then cuddled up next to me.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” he whispered, a tired smile on his face.

“There’s no reason for us to hurry,” I answered, drawing lazy circles on his back, savouring the way I couldn’t easily count each of his vertebrae.