11. Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Jordan

F uck the coffee. The moment Nick entered my house, my whole body grew scorching.

Maybe it was the memory of the filthy things we’d done together, or maybe it was simply his presence, but the blood pumped hot and heavy through me. His lips were glossy from the coffee, reddened from where I’d nipped them, and several long, blond strands had artfully escaped his bun. I wanted to sweep them aside and taste his neck. Tattoos crept up any available surface peeking out, and the urge to map them with my tongue rose in a real way.

This man was so addictive, and I wanted another hit.

“All right, if we wait any longer, I’m going to jump you right here in the kitchen.” Which was probably a bad idea. Hal and Chad didn’t know about Nick and me or that I was bi. And discovering the fact that while I was balls deep in Nick, well, that’d be pretty funny, so hey.

Worse things could happen. Like not getting to finish.

Right, so my room it was.

I extended a hand, and he slipped his in mine. With Nick, I didn’t feel like I had to pretend to be someone I wasn’t, and that was so damn rare. Maybe I’d been chasing after the wrong people all this time.

I stepped into my bedroom and flicked on the light, not letting go of Nick’s hand. His palm was warm, his fingers long, and I couldn’t forget how they’d felt around my cock. Except I had the notion sinking between those lush cheeks into his hole would obliterate any other sense memories.

“Clothes off.” I all but dragged him to my bed. Fucking around at my place hit differently than when we were secluded and alone at his house. At any point, my roommates could come home, and while I wasn’t quite sure what the hell to say or explain to them, I was sure I didn’t care if they knew.

Whether Nick felt the same was a different story. But I found it hard to sit for serious chats when he looked so goddamn sexy I could scream.

“I need you stripped down and on my bed now,” I admitted, not bothering holding back. Being coy never got me what I wanted anyway.

“Only if you return the favor,” Nick said, a heat in his voice that also simmered in his eyes. His hazel eyes, which were more greenish tonight. The grin curling his lips was sexy as fuck. He’d shed his coat in the kitchen, and now he grabbed behind him to yank his tee off, revealing miles of tanned skin covered in ink. Ngh. I tossed my shirt to the floor and shoved my pants and boxers down. My cock throbbed, jutting forward the second it was freed.

Nick slowly slid his pants down his muscular thighs, then spun around to show off that gorgeous ass, I reached down to stroke my cock. Goddamn, it was a perfect peach, two round globes. And the urge to spread them and take a taste…

“Can I rim you?”

“Do birds shit in the woods?” Nick said.

My brows drew together .

What? “Uh, well, I assume as much?”

A sharp laugh burst from him. “The answer is yes. Please, fuck, yes.”

He nudged his clothes into a pile on the side of the bed and climbed onto the mattress. This predatorial urge to claim him burst through me from seeing him sprawled in my space like that. I wanted him covered in my bites, my cock buried deep in his hole. But I’d start with licking and tasting him until he screamed.

“Hands and knees,” I said. Anticipation flowed through me, a primal thump, thump, thump I couldn’t ignore. He took his time settling into place, his ass thrust toward me like a gift, his arms stretching out to showcase his glorious back. “Fuck, I want you like that all the time.”

“Pretty sure it’d be hard to work this way,” Nick commented, glancing at me.

“Nah, you just lean over your desk, and I’ll fuck you all day long.” I sank down behind him and ran my hands along those gorgeous cheeks. I squeezed them, and a bead of pre-cum pooled at the head of my cock. “Right, we need rubbers and lube.”

I hopped off the bed, grabbed them from my top drawer, and threw them onto the bed. I usually used lotion to jerk off, but when Nick and I started to hook up, I’d thought ahead, so I had lube on standby. I crashed back into place behind Nick. My fingers trembled the slightest bit, sheer anticipation fluttering through my veins, as I grabbed Nick’s cheeks and spread them to get a glimpse at his hole.

I’d never eaten ass, but I’d eaten a hell of a lot of pussy. Not to say I had a refined technique, but in most instances, I found enthusiasm worked fine.

And Nick looked fucking delicious.

I dove in for a taste. He was a little musky, but I painted a long stripe up his hole .

“Oh god.” Nick gasped.

Fuck yes. That was what I loved to hear. I lapped at his hole more intensely, going right in. Saliva dripped down my chin, down his crack, but I gripped his cheeks tight and licked and sucked at his hole. His moans were pure music, and I tried faster, then slower, harder, then softer just to see what made him tick.

His hole relaxed to my ministrations, and the idea of sinking deep inside him made my balls ache. This was hot as fuck. Everything with Nick was a new exploration, and I lived for this thrill. Hell, even without the uncharted territory, being with him was electric. His back arched, and I nipped at his hole.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

His cock hung heavy between his legs, visible from the way he splayed out, and I was tempted for a taste. But right now, I needed to focus on his gorgeous ass. Because, damn. I shoved my tongue inside, and his moans grew louder, echoing through my room. Fucking jackpot. I spread his cheeks open wider and launched my attack, driving my tongue in faster and faster.

“J, if you keep this up, I’m going to come.”

Fuuuuck. So damn hot.

I pulled back, spit glistening around his hole and dripping down it. Lust pulsed through me fast and fierce. Man, I wouldn’t last inside him at this rate. “Do I need to work you open or anything?” I asked. His wasn’t the first ass I’d fucked, but it was the first with a prostate.

Nick shook his head, more long strands of his hair slipping loose. I stroked my cock, a shiver running down my spine. That long hair would be my undoing. God, he was the sexiest creature I’d ever seen. I’d always figured he was my hot friend, but once we’d opened Pandora’s box with kissing and fucking, all those latent thoughts rushed to the fore .

“I can take your cock.” Nick thrust his ass back. I squeezed a cheek again, a bolt of lust striking me like lightning. “C’mon, J.”

He was the hottest picture splayed out on my bed, his back muscles on full display, the whorls and lines of his ink clear in the dimmed light of my bedroom. I ran a palm down his back, skating my fingertips over the surface.

“Please.” The hoarse desperation in his voice did filthy, filthy things to me.

“Of course, baby,” I murmured, warmth pooling in my chest. “I’ve got you.”

I rolled a condom on and slathered it in lube, then coated his hole with the excess. God, I needed this so damn badly. The pressure in my balls had grown the longer I’d eaten him out, and tasting his sweet ass made me more desperate to bury myself inside him. I rested the tip of my cock against his hole, brushing it up and down to tease.

Nick glanced back at me again, this time with a hint of challenge in his gaze. “Fuck me, J.”

“Hell yes.” I pushed in the slightest bit, and my world shifted on its axis. Nick was so damn hot. So damn tight. I let out a breath as I tried to keep from coming a mere inch inside him.

“You feel so fucking good,” I moaned. “I’m going to be inside your ass every damn day from here on out.”

“God, yes.”

I gripped his hip and sank deeper inside him. I slid in with ease, and blazing heat enveloped my cock. The snug fit was perfection, and I stilled, taking a moment to adjust so I didn’t shoot my load early. Eating him out had gotten me so worked up I was on a hair trigger.

“Whenever I see you, I’ll bend you over the nearest surface and fuck right in.” I speared my fingers through his hair and tugged. “Your hole’s going to be so slutty and open for me, baby. Just ready to be fucked any second of the day.”

“Ungh,” Nick moaned, his lashes fluttering. His head craned back, exposing the column of his neck, his Adam’s apple bobbing. The feel of his silken strands between my fingers, the way he melted, struck me deep in the chest. Fuck, he was gorgeous.

I kept my other hand on his hip as I pulled back and plunged in again. Pleasure washed over me at the addictive glide. “Fuck, you feel like heaven.”

His hole squeezed me just right, to the point that my breaths were coming out sharp. I found my rhythm, sliding back to sink deep inside him over and over. We rocked in time together, Nick trying to spear himself on my cock, chasing it just like I fought to lose myself in him. We were two magnets drawn together time and again, and I couldn’t resist this pull.

My hips snapped forward on automatic as my strokes grew faster, faster, faster. The tension built with each thrust inside him, this perfect clutch. As I fucked him, his ass bounced, and the sight turned me on even more. Droplets of sweat broke on my forehead, and my breath sawed out of me.

“God, this ass,” I murmured. “I could just live here, baby.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Nick chanted.

His blond strands tangled in my grip, and I squeezed his hip tight as I rode him hard. The slap of skin on skin echoed through the room, the sting amplifying the sensations.

“I need to come so badly.” Nick gasped.

“Hold on for me,” I said. My jaw clenched as I fucked into him harder, the smack growing louder, the sting intensifying. A droplet of sweat tickled as it trickled down my back, and I drank in the scent of salt, of sex, of his sharp cologne. I absorbed every last detail about him from the large pirate ship tattoo splayed along his upper back to the classic sparrows framing his lower. A couple of moles scattered across his skin, and his muscles flexed with each movement. The way he gasped for breath, his head canted back and his mouth open, mesmerized me.

My heart squeezed tight, and an immense feeling swept over me. His tight heat would be my undoing, and every slick glide inside him brought me closer and closer to an edge I didn’t want to hold back from.

I reached around and wrapped my hand around his cock. “Okay, baby. Come for me.”

I didn’t slow the pace but fucked him hard and fast, all while stroking his cock in time. He leaked enough pre-cum to give a good slide, and the heavy, velvet heat of his cock in my palm turned me on so bad I could barely focus.

Sweat dripped, my hips snapped, and gasps and moans filled the room.

“Fuuuuuck,” Nick moaned. His hole squeezed tight around my cock, and his length pulsed in my hand. I continued fucking into him even as he shot his load all across the sheets.

So damn close.

The sweat stung my eyes, but I chased the bliss with each thrust of my cock inside his sweet hole. He sagged forward, even though my grip on his hip and hair kept him upright.

The ache in my balls grew unbearable. Fuck, I needed—

One second, I was sinking inside him, and the next, my balls drew up. My orgasm barreled through me with hurricane force. The sound I made was guttural, fucking feral, as I keened forward, letting go of his hair. I came inside him, and pleasure slammed into me so hard my teeth numbed.

“Oh god.” I sagged over him, wrung out.

I floated in the heady space after coming, rolling on sheer sensations. Even as I deflated inside him, I didn’t want to pull out. This connection was something I’d been searching for far too long. Not just the once-in-a-lifetime chemistry, but damn, everything about Nick clicked in a way I’d thought I’d never find.

“So you really were serious about living there,” Nick teased as he looked back. His hazel eyes glinted, and the satiated smile on his lips was one I wanted to put there again and again. Fierce pride thrummed through my veins.

“Oh, hell yeah. Parking my cock in your ass twenty-four seven now.”

“Mmm, don’t think that’s quite feasible, but you’re welcome to try.” He collapsed forward onto the bed, and my cock slid out. As much as I wanted to sink back into him, I needed to get rid of the condom. I tied it off and aimed for the trash can.

“Goal,” I called out as it landed.

“And I let you stick your dick in me.”

“Begged for it, mind you,” I said, a giddy grin on my lips. Fuck, I should be wiped out, but the adrenaline buzzed through my veins. “I should get a change of sheets.”

“Mmm.”

“You’re lying there in a pool of your cum,” I said, sliding to a stand.

“Ugh, you’re too hyper.” Nick wasn’t budging, his gorgeous ass on display as he slumped into the bed. His cheeks were reddened from where I’d pounded into him, and god, that was such a turn-on. The urge to mark him all over stole through me in a fierce way. I settled down on the bed and sank my teeth into his ass cheek.

“Oh, fuck,” Nick moaned .

When I pulled back, there was a pretty imprint. “Just gotta stake my claim.”

“And sticking your dick in me wasn’t enough?” Nick rolled over to face me—and probably protect his other ass cheek.

“Mmm, no. Now that I know how good that feels, I’m going to need it all the damn time, Nick.” I climbed over him and spread my legs, bracketing him on either side. Leaning down, I claimed his mouth. Pure sweetness traveled through me, all sparks and satisfaction, and I craved that deep in my soul. The way he melted beneath me. How the heat from our bodies coalesced. We exchanged slow, lazy kisses, lingering in the moment for as long as possible.

This might have started as curiosity, but it was fast transforming into something more .