Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13

NATE

W hen we (finally) got to Tommy's apartment, I was thrumming, vibrating with so much untapped energy I'm surprised I didn't light up like the neon signs on Broadway Street.

His condo had an open floor plan, exposed brick walls, and stunning views. It was warm and welcoming. The style was eclectic, with a corner couch, several guitars on display, as well as lots of artwork, black and white photographs, and colorful paintings. There were many pictures of the tours he'd worked on, including Wayward Lane, and one of him with Ace, shoulder to shoulder, as they stood on the stage, probably right before showtime.

Tommy carried my stuff down the hallway, into what I assumed was his bedroom. My cock was already chubbing up at the idea of being back in his bed.

When he returned, he held out his hand, and I passed him the box of beignets.

"We'll save those for later." He smiled as he placed the box on the kitchen counter. "You want something to drink?"

I shook my head, stepping closer, and winding my arms around his neck. When he pulled me in tight and cupped my ass, it was on. We didn't so much kiss as devour each other, hungry and desperate.

"I don't want to be a bad host," he confessed.

"Impossible," I replied, punctuating my statement with another kiss. "Fuck me first; feed me later."

Suddenly, Tommy bent down and lifted me, throwing me over his shoulder as he walked down the hallway.

"Don't hurt yourself!" I yelled out.

"Please," he replied as he playfully slapped my ass. "I do this for a living."

Tommy's stride and grip never faltered, and my stomach dropped out as he gently placed me on his bed. I should've glanced around and looked at the room, but all my attention was on him.

He stood at the foot of the bed, slowly stripping off his T-shirt, then stepping out of his jeans.

Now, I didn't have many kinks, but a broad, tatted chest was one of them. Not to mention those strong, veiny forearms. He was just as delicious as I remembered.

I didn't waste any more time and joined him, pulling off my shirt, unzipping my jeans, and lifting up my hips to shove them off. The only thing I left on was my red lace jock. But given the way Tommy was staring at me, I wouldn't be wearing it for long.

When he shucked off his navy briefs, his hard dick slapped against his stomach, already leaking precum. I was fucking dying to taste him.

"I could've taken care of that in the hallway," I quipped, echoing our night in NOLA.

I'd been so hungry for him that as soon as we exited the hotel elevator, I was down on my knees, sucking him off. Watching him come undone was a rush unlike any other.

And now? His wicked smile had my body flooded with anticipation.

"That'd give my neighbors something to talk about," he replied. "But I'm not sharing you."

Instead of pouncing, he slowly knelt on the bed and crawled up over me, his eyes never leaving mine. As our bodies came into full contact, my heart took off running like a wild thing. I swallowed hard when he stared down at me, cupping my face in his hands, his lips barely brushing mine.

"Hey, beautiful," he whispered and ran his thumbs gently over my lips.

Fuck, I liked it when he called me that. More than liked. It wasn't just the words, it was his touch, the way he held on to me. Like I was something special. It was all incredibly seductive and intense. I thought this reunion would be fast and dirty. Well, I'm sure we'd get there at some point. But the way Tommy was looking at me now, oh man, it was way more than that. I was in so much trouble.

"Hey handsome," I finally managed to reply, reaching up and running my hands through his thick, wavy hair (it had grown a lot in two months), holding on tight.

I don't know how long we stared at each other, sharing the same breath. We were caught in a spell and I sure as fuck didn't want to break it.

"Kiss me," he whispered.

"Always so demanding," I teased.

"You know it."

And I fucking loved it.

I leaned up, and he met me halfway, our mouths melding together, like two pieces of a puzzle that were made to fit. The kiss was passionate and tender at the same time. And fuck, I was suddenly frantic for more. He swirled his tongue around mine, and every taste was headier than the last.

One of his hands reached down and tugged at my jockstrap, then his fingers slipped underneath, cupping my dick. Fuck, the feel of his calloused grip on my oversensitive cock had me pumping my hips, desperate for more.

Tommy leaned back, both hands on my hips, as he slid my lacy jock down my legs. He pulled it off and threw it over his shoulder.

"Fuck, have I missed you," he said as he touched me, sliding his hands up my thighs and higher, until he reached my abs. When he leaned in and kissed my stomach, the muscles quivered in response. "Haven't been able to think about anything else for two fucking months."

I nodded. "Let's not wait this long to see each other again."

"Baby, you took the words right outta my mouth."

He lowered his head and teased my cock, licking and swirling his tongue over the head. With one hand wrapped around the base of my dick and the other holding my hip in place, all I could do was lie back and take the awesome pleasure.

"Been dreaming of this moment since the day you left," He growled before swallowing me down all the way.

Amen to that.

His wet, wicked mouth was everything I remembered. My balls drew up tight. I was gonna come embarrassingly fast this first time. Too much buildup and edging over the past two months.

Tommy sucked on the head of my dick, and I sat up on my elbows, glancing down at him.

"Not gonna last if you keep that up," I warned as I pumped my hips, aching for more.

He didn't let up on his pace, moving his hand and mouth in tandem, and I fell back against the bed, letting the pleasure consume me. His other hand slid under my ass, his fingers teasing my hole, brushing the rim.

That's all it took to send me over the edge.

"Oh God!" I groaned loudly as he deep throated me again, humming, the vibration sparking my climax. "Tommy!"

The orgasm crashed through me, obliterating any further words.

Tommy continued to swallow, but some of my cum leaked out around his mouth. When he finally pulled off, he sat up, panting, cum dripping down over his scruff. He licked his swollen lips and gave me a smile that was pure sex as he took himself in hand, jerking off fast.

"Gonna mark what's mine," he bit out, his voice hoarse.

"Yes. Come all over me, cher."

Tommy's eyes widened, and his body jolted, his hand moving frantically over his cock. He growled my name, and after one more pump of his hand, ropes of hot cum lashed my skin. I drew my finger through the cum on my abs and licked it, tasting him.

"That was just the warm-up," he whispered as he leaned forward to take my lips. "Baby, I still can't believe you're here with me."

"Right back at you," I replied without hesitation, kissing him back, wrapping my arms around his neck.

We made out with long, languid kisses, not rushing this time. Sensual touches, breathy sighs, and heated moans. Until both of us were writhing again, our hardening cocks brushing together, my legs wrapped around his hips.

He paused for a moment, grabbing the lube from his nightstand and slicking up his fingers and cock. Then he slipped my legs over his shoulders and slid one finger deep in my ass.

"Fuck, yes," I moaned.

I'd prepped last night, using my favorite dildo in the shower. I'd sent him a text about it, and a picture, teasing him, edging us both. I wanted to be sure I was ready for ALL the fucking. And a good thing, too, because Tommy did not have an average dick.

"More," I urged him.

He gently pushed another slick finger inside, going deeper. "Next time, I want to watch as you fuck yourself on that dildo."

Then he crooked his fingers and teased my prostate. I trembled at the awesome pleasure.

"I'm down for that. But first, I need the real deal."

Tommy's grin was downright lethal as he finger-fucked me, slowly, and the initial burn replaced with a fullness that was just right, but still not enough.

"Are you sure?" he asked me as he continued to stretch me.

"Are you kidding?" I growled, thrusting my hips, frustrated at his teasing. "Get your cock in my ass. Now."

His head fell back as he laughed out loud, the rumbling sound making me giddy, like I could fly.

"There's the fiery man I know and love."

This time, it was my turn to jolt. And I was flying all right. Ten thousand feet and climbing, too overwhelmed for a moment to say anything.

"Too much? Too soon?" Tommy asked, staring at me with so much heat that I'm surprised we didn't ignite his damn sheets.

"Not too much and not too soon," I managed to whisper. "I think we got our timing just right. Je t'aime, aussi, mon cher."

"I have no idea what that last part was, but it sounded sexy as hell."

Tommy's expression went from lusty to downright feral as he withdrew his fingers and notched the head of his cock to my hole.

"You know exactly what I said," I teased.

He bit his lip, nodding.

And Jesus, when he pushed inside me, no condom, nothing between us, I wasn't sure I could speak anymore.

"You good?" he moaned.

"So much better than good," I confessed and looked up at him. "Now hurry up and fuck me. Boyfriend."

"Stop it, you're gonna make me come too soon," he growled as he pushed inside me, all the way this time, his balls slapping my ass.

The feel of his bare dick in my ass was an intimacy I'd never experienced with any other lover. My legs were trembling, my hands, fuck, all of me. Wrecking me in the best way.

"I need a sec," he groaned, his face flushed.

"You and me both."

"Too much?"

"Not enough," I admitted.

I couldn't even explain it.

He bent over, pushing my knees to my chest, his face just within reach. I let my hands do the talking for me, sliding my fingers around his neck and holding on tight for the ride —I was sure—of my life.

I reached up and took his lips in a devouring kiss. His control snapped. So did mine.

"Need you," he bit out, pumping his hips, thrusting into me in short, tight strokes. "Nate."

When he whispered my name in that throaty growl, it sparked a hunger that had me holding on even tighter.

"Yes. Harder."

Tommy grunted and punched his hips forward, his dick hitting that spot deep inside me that lit up all my pleasure pathways.

"More," I whimpered. "Right fucking there."

Tommy took hold of my dick and jerked me off at a pace as furious as his hips. I chased the fullness in my ass, and the friction on my cock and, fuck, it was better than the last time. One night had not been a fluke. If anything, the build-up between us these past two months was like the longest, headiest kind of foreplay.

The bed was shaking and creaking. Loudly. I wasn't sure his mattress or his bed frame was going to be able to withstand a day of our fucking, never mind a week. At this point, the entire thing could collapse and neither of us would care.

Our slick bodies slapped together, moving in a rhythm that was pure, primal sex. And the knowledge that Tommy was going to cum in my ass had my balls drawing up tight, my climax just within reach.

"Say you're mine," he declared as he continued to thrust hard, every movement bringing me closer to the brink. "Only mine."

"Only yours, cher," I whispered as I stared up at him.

He stroked my cock again, and I tipped over the edge.

"That's it, beautiful. Come for me."

The orgasm hit me long and hard, and I shot all over my belly and Tommy's hand. He fucked into me faster, nailing my oversensitive prostate with every thrust.

"Yes!" Tommy shouted as he came, flooding my ass with his cum.

Then he collapsed on top of me, his heavier body blanketing mine.

"Too heavy?" he panted, out of breath.

"Don't even think of moving."