Chapter four

Nipples.

I am a sucker for nipples. You don’t always see what kind a guy has when you pick them up. This man, though, knows how to work his assets. Which I think that might be every part of his body.

Those dusty pink buds, nestled in a smattering of chest hair, is what got my attention first.

I spent the day in town with Fizz, making sure we were visible. We didn’t see the abusive shitbag, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t see us. Or hear us. Fizz can be obnoxious with revving. Fizz had to get some stuff done, but I decided to stick around. Other than our bar at the clubhouse, this is the best in a couple hundred-mile radius. Especially if you’re queer.

It really delivered tonight.

This guy is my ultimate fantasy. He’s as tall and built as me, with dark brown hair and a broody look that makes my knees wobble. I head straight for him. There isn’t any way I’m letting this hottie slip through my fingers. I watch as he looks me over, his lust-filled eyes tracking my every move. I can’t help the smile that takes over my face.

He wants me.

“Hi, I’m the man you’re going to be taking home tonight,” I say, holding out my hand.

He looks at my hand and slowly licks his lips. I swear I feel that in my cock.

He takes my hand, and before he has the chance to shake it, I bring it to my lips and place a chaste kiss there.

Is a kiss chaste if I use a little bit of tongue? Hmm, I’ll ask Echo.

“That’s very gentlemanly,” he says, his voice deep washing over me, sending sparks straight to my balls. My first assessment was right. This man is pure sex.

“I don’t feel very gentlemanly towards you,” I tell him honestly, and amusement lights his eyes. “I want to cum all over those nipples.”

Fuck.

“That was meant to be an indoor thought.”

“Indoor?”

“Indoor, inside my brain,” I try to explain, but I have a feeling I’m making it worse.

“I weirdly think I understood what you were going for there,” he smiles. He runs his hand through his hair, making the mesh of his shirt rub against those distracting nipples. I watch as they get hard. They must be so sensitive. I take a step forward, so mesmerized by those perfect buds that I have no free will over my body.

“Come on, dimples,” he says, standing up from the bar stool and grabbing my hand. “Let’s take you back to my motel.”

I follow him like the good little puppy I am.

“Dimples? Motel?”

He looks at me over his shoulder. “Your dimples are sexy as fuck, and I’m staying at the motel down the street. Now come on. Unless you want to stay and talk more?”

“No, no, I want the sex.”

He drags me through the bar and out the door. His impatience is a huge fucking turn-on. The minute the door to his motel room slams shut behind us, he’s on me. He backs me up against the wall, crowding me, leaning in slowly, running his eyes over me before he claims my lips as his own. As first kisses go, this is intense. Sucks, tastes, bites, His tongue invades my mouth, and I take it all.

He may be owning my mouth now, but pretty soon, I’m going to be owning the rest of his body.

Which reminds me

“Are you a top or bottom?” I ask, pulling away from him, gasping. He doesn’t let me pull away completely, his lips going straight to my neck, making my eyes flutter close.

“Bottom.”

“Thank fuck for that,” I gasp. I slide my hands underneath his shirt, feeling delicious abs as I make my way up to his mouth watering nipples. I could listen to the hitch of his breath as I gently squeeze his nipple on repeat. Everything this man does is sexy.

“What’s your name?”

“Not important. What matters right now is that we are both still fully clothed, and we need not be,” he says in between pressing kisses along my throat.

“If you don’t tell me your name, I’m just gonna make one up for you.” I flick his nipple again, but he says nothing. “That’s it, I’m going to call you Petal.”

He laughs and looks up at me. “Petal, really?”

“Yeah, because your nipples are so soft, like a fucking petal.” I give him a shit-eating grin.

“If I’m petal, what does your nickname get to be?”

“Thorn. because I’m about to prick you.”

He throws his head back and laughs. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I wanna suck on his Adam’s apple. So I do. His laugh quickly turned to moans.

“I need you naked dimples.” He says frantically, trying to undo my belt buckle.

I put my hands on his, stilling him. “You’re shaking.”

“Yeah, well, you’re hot, and I’m desperate.”

“How desperate?”

“All I can think about is being impaled on your cock. So how about we make that happen?”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I bat his hand away and undo my belt buckle. He rushes to get himself naked, and I’m a little sad I wasn’t the one who got to free his nips. I pause, undressing for a second so I can lean forward and suck one of those nipples into my mouth. They really do taste just as good as they look.

“If you carry on, I’m going to come, and I really like to do that when I’m stuffed full of your dick.

“You really are smart.” I pull back and carry on undressing. There really is nothing like the feel of a guy’s asshole clenching your cock as his orgasm flows. My cock twitches at the thought.

When we’re both naked, he smirks at me and saunters over to the bed, and gets on his hands and knees. He pops his ass out so that he is on complete display for me, his heavy-looking balls demanding a taste from me. I kneel on the bed behind him, taking them into my mouth. Of course, his balls taste amazing. I bet they taste even better when they’re unloading down my throat.

“Stop, you have to stop. I need you inside me. Please prep me. Please, I don’t know how long I’m gonna last, and I really need this,” he gasps out. I gently nip his ass cheek.

“Okay, Nipples, I got you.”

I don’t bother asking him if he’s got any lube. I reach down to my jeans and pull out a few packets I’ve got in my back pocket. I slip on a condom and then start pouring the lube directly into his hole. I’m mesmerized as I smear it around his opening. My finger slips inside and is immediately swallowed up. I pump a few times, moving it around before I add another finger. I take my time stretching him. I’m not going to break world records or anything, but I’ve got a decent-sized cock, and I want all of his moans to be in pleasure.

After a few minutes, I finally line my condom covered cock to his hole and slowly push through the tight muscle.

“Dimples,” He moans, making me pause. “No, why have you stopped moving?”

Because him calling me dimples is fucking sexy.

I pull out of him and flip him over, pressing his knees back into his chest.

“What’s going on? What are you doing?” He asks, running his hands over my biceps.

“Your favorite feature of mine is my dimples, and my favorite feature of yours is your nipples. In that position, neither of us got to see what we wanted.”

“You’ve got to smile for me as you fuck me, then.”

“Oh, I will,” and immediately I smirk, his eyes zero in on my cheeks.

This man is perfect. Sex has never been like this. I mean, I’ve had hot sex, but this is fun.

I feel fire with him.

He might not know it yet, but this officially got upgraded from just a hookup to pre-dating.

For a second time tonight, I line myself up with his hole. Except this time, I slam into him, making him groan. I pound into him at a punishing rate. He feels so good, too good.

I feel the sweat dripping down my body as I try to hold back my orgasm. I do not want to be this guy’s one-minute man story. I lean down and take his lips again, stealing the whimpers from his throat. Putting all my weight on just one hand, I slowly rub circles around his nipples. I keep doing that, sliding into his ass, playing with his nipples, abusing his mouth, his cock trapped between us. His hands roaming all over my body. Lighting me up.

His breath hitches, and I feel his ass start to clench around my cock.

Best.

Feeling.

Ever.

“Fuck,” he shouts, and I feel the warmth of his release as it floods our abs. Him coming hands-free sends me over the edge, and moments later, I’m following him, filling the condom with my cum.

“You are amazing,” he gasps. “Ten out of ten. Best sex I’ve ever had.”

Laughing, I press one more kiss to his lips before I slowly withdraw and flop onto the bed next to him. I tie off the condom and throw it into the trash can. Score. Three points.

When I turn back to him, he’s giving me a dopey smile. I’m pretty much giving him one too. I look down at his nipples and realized I never got to taste them.

So I do.

I lean over and suck the one nearest to me into my mouth before moving on to the other one. I move back and forth until they are both swollen and glazed in my spit.

“Your nipples are my favorite thing in the whole world,” I tell him. He just moans and runs his hand through my short hair.

I look down, and I notice his dick is rock hard again and still covered in cum. I don’t bother getting any lube, I just start stroking him. Sucking him wherever I can reach. His shoulder, his chest, his neck, and then finally back to his nipples. Leaving little marks all over his body.

“Dimples,” he whimpers, and I feel him tense, his warm release coats my hand.

“I’m gonna go get something to clean you up.” I press a kiss to his cheek and go grab a box of tissues on the table across the room.

He falls asleep as I’m taking care of him, and his little snores are so fucking adorable; I crawl into bed next to him. Now would probably be the time most hookups would leave. But as I watch the man whose name I don’t know, sleeping beside me, covered in my marks and smelling like me, I know that one night wasn’t enough.

I need more.

I’ll just have to spend tomorrow morning convincing him.