Page 73 of Prickly Pair
“Beg me for this fucking cock, Nick. Since you’re making me break all my rules anyway.”
Nick looked over his shoulder at me. “You like it.”
“Beg me now,” I growled.
He licked his lips, his lashes batting. “Please, Matt. Please fuck me. I’ve been wondering just how good it would feel all fucking week. Do you know how many times I got off thinking about you and Evie on your first date night? Knowing you had that wine and fruit, like I was there with you, even if I wasn’t?”
“You’re greedy,” I mumbled against his neck.
“I am. I like being a greedy little slut, so make me one. Please.”
“My greedy little slut,” I corrected.
“Yours,” he moaned.
I lined up my cock with his hole and I slowly pushed inside him, his muscled ring slowly giving way. His forehead pressed against the wall, his breaths rolling out in pants, every muscle rippling with a shiver.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moaned. “Go easy. It’s been a while.”
I nodded, huffing as I slowed my movements. I waited for his body to relax before pushing my hips further forward, my dick inching inside him. I was so hard, and he felt so good, hot and tight. I kissed along his shoulders until our bodies were flush against each other, my cock buried completely inside him. I could feel him squeezing around me.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Yes,” he moaned. “You feel so good. I’m so full right now. I’m so turned on right now, my cock hurts.”
“Let’s make it feel better.”
I started to pump in and out of him at a slow, easy pace. Taking my time, making every single thrust count. I’d seen him dominate Evie and I knew he loved being in control, butfuck.He was perfect against me, taking my cock exactly how I wanted him to.
“You’re a good boy,” I murmured in his ear.
His hips jerked, a gasp tearing from him. “Fuck, Matt. What are you doing to me?”
I kissed the curve of his neck and picked up the pace, our skin slapping together. He whimpered my name over and over, his head falling back against my shoulder. I tightened my hold on his entire body, using him exactly as I pleased.
“I’m going to come,” he cried. “Please, Daddy.”
Daddy.
Nick stiffened against me. “Fuck. Sorry, I should have asked if?—”
“Again,” I demanded. “Call me Daddy again, Nick. And this time don’t fucking apologize for it.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“And you’re going to get in bed after this,” I demanded. “You’re going to listen to me and stop being such a fucking demanding brat.”
“Whatever you say, Daddy,” he huffed. “Fuck. God damn, this feels good.”
Calling me Daddy had rocked me to my core. Every nerve was alive with energy. The shower was a haze around us, his moans syncing with every thrust.
I wondered if there could be something between us when I met him at the grocery store.
And yes. There wasso muchthat could be between us. I’d never explored this side of myself, but Nick brought it straight to the surface, and made me feel confident in it, too.
“That’s my good boy,” I purred against his ear. “You’re doing so well for me, aren’t you? Taking every single inch of me.”
“Yes, Daddy.Fuck. Can I come? Please?”
