Page 41 of The Sweetheart
“I will. I’ll figure it out. I promise.”
“Alright. I’ll see you back here tomorrow. You guys have a good night. Nolan, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Matteo walked back to the other guys, who were getting into their own cars and heading out for the night. Kai stepped into Nolan’s space and was immediately folded into his arms. Nolan dropped a kiss, and then a second one, on Kai’s upturned mouth. Kai moaned, and Nolan chuckled.
“Long day?”
Kai huffed in response. “Take me home, please?”
“Absolutely.” Nolan dropped one more kiss on his mouth before they broke apart, and he led him to the passenger side.
“What did Matteo mean about your paperwork?” Nolan asked when he’d climbed into the car beside him and tugged his seatbelt into place.
“My tax stuff. I have to get a social number or whatever.” Kai huffed a laugh. “I’m pretty sure I had one once, but that shit either got stolen or thrown out a million years ago.”
Nolan reached for Kai’s hand, pressing a kiss on the back of it.
“Why don’t we put that on a short list of things we work on together, hmm?”
Sounded kind of boring, but it was probably something he needed to take care of. Honestly, Nolan probably would figure it out a lot faster than the meager attempts he’d made.
“Not tonight.” That was definitely not how he wanted to spend their evening.
“No. Tonight, I just want to take care of you. You going to let me do that?”
Kai met his eyes and couldn’t help the warm rush of affectionthat flooded his system. He had no idea how to communicate those feelings to Nolan. Instead, he grinned.
“I know some ways you can take care of me.”
“I’m sure. Don’t worry. We’ll get to all that. How about we start with a nice, long bath?”
Kai almost moaned with longing. “You have to get into it with me.”
“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”
17
Nolan had known he wanted to be a mechanic from the time he’d entered into double digits. The summer he turned ten, his uncle, who was also a mechanic, had taken him to his shop every day and, between jobs, they’d taken apart a 1973 Ford Pinto and put it back together as a gift for his aunt. He’d taught Nolan everything he knew about being a mechanic and taught him the pleasure of taking something all the way down to its smallest pieces and putting it back together, better than new.
It was a pleasure that had made him successful in his own businesses, and now, kneeling in the centre of his bed with Kai straddling his thighs, his back to Nolan’s chest, he very keenly appreciated how that pleasure had bled into every aspect of his life. Kai’s head lolled onto Nolan’s shoulder, pleasure-drunk and his breath catching beautifully every time Nolan fucked into him.
Nolan had spent the evening catering to Kai’s needs from the moment they’d walked through the front door, drawing him the promised hot bath and stripping him down. Nolan had gotten in with him, letting him rest between his thighs while he washedhim slowly, rubbing him down until all of the tension melted out of his muscles. Kai had been chatty in the car and as Nolan had fed him fruit and cheese and some cold meat while relaxing in Nolan’s arms, but, when he was finished, quickly drifted into a drowse. Nolan let him rest until the water got too cold to be comfortable. Then he’d wrapped him in his thick robe and ushered him downstairs and plied him with beef stew ladled on mashed potatoes and served with bakery bread. He’d technically bought everything they needed to make chicken parm, but Nolan had wanted Kai to prioritize rest tonight.
That had lasted as long as it had taken for Kai to remember that he still hadn’t seen the video they’d made together. He’d dragged Nolan back to bed, situating himself between Nolan’s thighs, still engulfed in metres of plush fabric. Nolan’s dick had rapidly filled as Kai’s bare ass filled the small screen. He’d like to say that he hadn’t watched it without Kai, but that would have taken more self-control than Nolan had access to. He’d memorized every curve of Kai’s ass, every moan and every mark he’d left behind.
Present-day Kai had writhed in his lap until Nolan had mercy and untied the robe, spreading it open, spreading him open, until his thighs were draped over Nolan’s, leaving him completely exposed.
Nolan had known exactly how much time he had to play with Kai’s body while his ass on the screen turned increasingly pink. Kai’s cock was already fully hard, and he bucked his hips as he chased Nolan’s wandering hands. He reached for the lube just as the video version of himself did. Kai let out a needy whine as Nolan trailed his wet fingers down Kai’s taint to his hole. Nolan smiled when both versions of Kai whispered “please” simultaneously.
“Keep watching, sweetheart,” Nolan whispered, and Kai obeyed. He’d kept his eyes glued to the small screen, his griptightening around it as Nolan opened him up on his fingers until the video changed again. Nolan rearranged them so that they were kneeling in the centre of the bed, peeling the robe off of Kai’s shoulders. He lubed his dick, positioning Kai over him just as the video version of himself told him that they were going to take it nice and slow. They both moaned as he pressed inside, gripping Kai’s hips as Kai pushed onto him. Kai almost lost his grip on the phone as Nolan glanced acrossthatspot, but Nolan, being the good Daddy that he was, steadied his hand so that Kai could watch him fuck him while he fucked him. He knew there wasn’t much more to see. In a few minutes, the phone would hit the bed to film the ceiling while still capturing the most erotic soundtrack Nolan had ever heard.
He’d turned the volume up and thrown the phone onto the bed so that Kai could still listen while Nolan worked his cock into him, learning all of the places on his body that made him mindless. He could feel his orgasm building as the sounds of Kai’s pleasure surrounded him.
“You gonna come for me, baby boy?” he rasped.
“Please, Daddy,” Kai begged plaintively, his hand floating to his cock.
“Nuh-uh,” Nolan said, brushing his hand aside and taking him into his own, his other arm pinning Kai to his chest “You know better than that, don’t you?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Kai whispered, trying to fuck into Nolan’s hand and work himself on Nolan’s thrusting length at the same time.
